Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Dolores didn’t close the door of her room. She had drawn a lot of drafts, feeling tired. Hence, she lay prone on the desk for a rest. Unconsciously, she fell asleep.

Charles slightly quieted down his movements to operate the wheelchair. When he arrived closer to the bed, he found that Dolores was napping. Reaching out, he picked up a draft on the tray table. The strokes on the paper were delicate and fluent. He could see that it was just a sketch, but her conception and design could make him understand at a glance what she wanted to express.

He could tell that she was quite professional.

Looking up at her, he wondered if she was a fashion designer.

“Young Master, she’s a fashion designer.” Amelia stepped in. Seeing that he was looking at Dolores’s draft, she moved closer to take a look. Sure enough, Dolores didn’t lie. Otherwise, how could she be able to draw such a stunning sketch at random?

Charles looked a bit annoyed as if it was because Amelia was speaking too loudly.

Immediately, Amelia lowered her head, pressing her lips in the grievance. She didn’t mean to wake up Dolores. She explained it to him by instinct when seeing that he was looking that the drafts.

“Amelia, you can’t be so restless in the future.”

Amelia lowered her head. “I got it, Young Master.”

“Hmm-”

In her nap, Dolores faintly heard someone speaking. Frowning deeply, she gradually opened her eyes.

“Did we wake you up?” Charles looked at the sleepy woman who just woke up.

Dolores raised her hands to rub her eyes. As soon as she did it, she found her arms were numb. “Hiss...” she didn’t feel comfortable.

“What happened? Did your arms become numb?” Charles reached out. “Is it this arm? Let me rub it for you.”

Dolores suddenly withdrew her arm that he gripped. Waving, she refused, “No, thanks. I can rub it myself.”

As she spoke, she kept rubbing the numb arm with strength so that it could recover as soon as possible.

Charles withdrew his hand without changing his expression. He wasn’t angry because Dolores was hiding from him. Instead, he asked, “Do you like it?”

Dolores didn’t get what he meant first.

When seeing the fish tank installed beside the bedhead, she understood what he was referring to. She nodded perfunctorily. “They are quite rare.”

Charles put down the draft on the tray table. When withdrawing his hand, he said, “As long as they could amuse you, they are quite lucky.”

Dolores lowered her head and pretended that she hadn’t heard what he said. She put away the drafts. “I just drew them at random.”

“Well, you are quite good at it. I guess you must be a well-known fashion designer,” although he sounded like asking her, he said quite affirmatively.

“Not really.” Dolores didn’t want to expose too much of her information to the man. She didn’t know anything about this man who looked gentle and kind.

After all, he shouldn’t be a simple man since he could act the tyrant in a locality.

“I believe what I’ve seen.” Charles was quite confident.

Dolores put the drafts upside down on the tray table. Obviously, she didn’t want to continue talking about this subject.

Charles was quite smart and sensible. He changed the subject immediately. “You must feel quite bore for staying in the house all the time.”

Dolores shook her head. “It’s alright.”

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on his face

to refuse, but thinking that she could get familiar with the environment if she went out, she

in a dilemma. She couldn’t walk because of the injured foot. She didn’t want to be a cripple. She expected that her

help you up.” Charles

Flores, please allow me to help you.” Amelia immediately came to help Dolores up, afraid that she would agree to take Charles’s arm. “I can walk. Ms. Flores, it’s more convenient in

knew about Amelia’s purpose - she didn’t want Dolores to

Hence, she

anything. Then he operated his wheelchair towards

Dolores. “Let’s go to my

Dolores was

Dolores walk in. Charles said, “Put her on the chair. You may

lot, but obviously, Charles wanted to send her away. Although she was reluctant, she

help Dolores to sit down on a chair and left

latter wanted to tell her not to worry because

Amelia

words

the desk and seemingly asked at

design college, which required drawing skills. It’s just a

quite smart, and he could lead her to discuss the

“Do

to read. Occasionally, she would read books relevant to fashion

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could sense the disappointment and depression in his

all, everyone would care

the bookshelves behind the desk. The bookshelves were made of red sandalwood. They fully occupied the whole wall, covered

was a thick book. He handed it over to Dolores. While

the photo in the frame. However, with a single glimpse, she couldn’t move her

It was Victoria Forbis.

Matthew’s stepmother.

Victoria’s photo would have appeared on

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mind was in a mess and she couldn’t figure anything out

Sure enough, as soon as she saw the

looked at the woman in the photo. She was wearing this

Charles had confirmed his

she?” Dolores blurted

She felt extremely weird.

could Victoria’s photo be

to handing her his favorite book. “You can read this one when you

avoided

would react when seeing the photo so to

sensed that he

like my recommendation?” Charles’s hand didn’t withdraw. He was still holding the book,

for being polite. “Thank

was put back. Then she looked at Charles. “Amelia told me you are the only one

slightly changed. Then he looked normal again. With a

neat.