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.”

I show you around?” Charles

a faint smile on

thinking that she could get familiar

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

help you up.”

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

- she didn’t want Dolores

Hence, she took Amelia’s arm. “Okay. Amelia,

anything. Then he operated his wheelchair towards the

Dolores. “Let’s go to

that Dolores was staying in. They arrived after taking a

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

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

Dolores to sit down on a chair and left the room. Before closing the door, she cast

latter wanted to tell her not to worry because

way, Amelia could

words

moved to the desk and seemingly asked at random, “Have you

really. I went to a fashion design college, which required drawing

and

“Do you like

didn’t have much time to read. Occasionally,

was meaningful. “I can’t walk and I don’t have many friends. Only

he hid pretty well, Dolores still could sense the disappointment and depression in his

everyone would care if he

were made of red sandalwood. They fully occupied the whole wall, covered with rows

was a thick book. He handed it over to Dolores. While doing so, he carelessly knocked off a photo frame

peep at the photo in the frame. However,

It was Victoria Forbis.

Matthew’s stepmother.

why Victoria’s photo would have appeared on

the

was in a mess and she couldn’t

Dolores’s face. Sure enough, as soon as she saw the woman in

and looked at the

on Dolores’s reaction, Charles had

is she?” Dolores

She felt extremely weird.

Victoria’s photo

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

avoided

react when seeing the photo so to confirm his guess, he didn’t want to

that he

didn’t withdraw. He

for being polite. “Thank you. I’ll read it

gazed at the frame that was put back. Then she looked

normal again.

was simple and neat. He didn’t say