Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“Ms. Flores? Ms. Flores?”

In a daze, Dolores heard someone calling her. She gradually opened her eyes, only to find Amelia standing beside her bed with her head outstretched. Seeing that Dolores opened her eyes, she said with a smile, “You are awake.”

Dolores moved a bit and sat up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes to sober up and asked, “What’s the time now?”

“It’s noon, twelve o’clock. You’ve been sleeping for a whole morning. You should eat something.” Amelia was quite respectful to her because the young master asked her to take good care of Dolores. She didn’t dare to mistreat Dolores.

“May I have a glass of water, please?” Dolores wasn’t hungry at all. Since she just woke up, she felt her throat dried out.

“Okay.” Amelia turned around and got some water for her.

Seeing that her figure disappeared from the door, Dolores lifted the quilt and got off the bed. Her injured foot was wrapped with a bandage, and the twisted ankle was still red and swollen. She pressed it slightly with her fingers - it hurt a lot. Frowning, she realized that she couldn’t recover shortly.

She supported herself with the other uninjured foot, trying to stand up.

“Do you want to be a cripple?” She heard the man’s deep voice at the door.

Dolores raised her head and saw the man in the wheelchair.

He operated the wheelchair to enter the room, “Your ankle’s periosteum was injured. If you continue to force yourself to stand, it cannot be recovered in ten days or a half month. In case it got serious, you would be... like me.”

He raised his voice when speaking the last line of his words with a self-mockery, “It’s not a happy thing to staying in the wheelchair.”

Dolores sat back, “I’m just trying.”

“Ms. Flores, here is your water.” Amelia came back with a glass of water.

Dolores took it over and said, “Thank you, Amelia.”

“Ms. Flores, you are Young Master’s guest. Of course, I should serve you well.” Amelia smiled. When speaking, she cast a glance at Charles.

Since Dolores was in her presence, she didn’t dare to go too wild. She looked away after the single glimpse.

Dolores noticed it but pretended not to see it. She raised the glass in her hand and drank some water to ease her thirst.

“Ms. Flores, you must be hungry.” Amelia put a tray table above the quilt, “Your foot was injured and you can’t walk now. Young Master asked me to bring the dishes here.”

Dolores looked over at Charles and said, “Thank you.”

Charles raised his eyebrows, “You are welcome. It’s a big world. We should have the fate to meet each other. Just stay here and get recovered. After you’re well, I’ll send you back home. By the way, where are you from, Ms. Flores?”

B,” answered Dolores

a phone call but he said

what was

B?” Charles repeated slowly. He looked at the jade bracelet on her wrist again,

Mr. White. What’s

I just thought

Dolores choked up.

confused, wondering what he meant

years old. You called me Mr. White. I thought I were over thirty.”

Dolores was silent.

his first name,

saved your life, but you are even unwilling to call my name. You are only pleased to give me such an old title, aren’t you?” His voice was serious, but there was no

“I just felt that it was way too intimate to call

all. Anyway, you can’t call me Mr. White. Do you want to address me with ‘hey’ and

amused

call my name,” said Charles with

looked delighted as well

fine to just call

“No surname, please.”

help but bitching about him inwardly. He indeed had a

gritted her teeth,

“I liked it.”

He smiled brightly.

him, wondering why he

the sake that he saved her

help but glance at Dolores. Young Master didn’t only

relationship with Young

confusion, Amelia put the dishes on

food. Let me know if you want to eat anything. I’ll ask the chef to cook for you,” said

back his favor sooner or later. She didn’t want to owe him too much. Besides, she wasn’t picky about food, so she didn’t have anything that

picky. I’m fine with anything.”

she was distancing herself from him. Charles didn’t get angry. He said, “All right.

“Sure.”

the bed. She looked out of the window, wondering

Charles refused to lend her the

What was his intention?

Then Amelia came