Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Seeing that it was Matthew, Samuel felt even more anxious, not sure whether it was because he had done ‘something wrong’.

“Why are you here?”

Matthew walked in, and ignored his question. He sat next to his bed, Samuel just wanted to move away, but was instead hugged by Matthew on his shoulder, “Do you really not like me?”

“No.” Samuel quickly denied.

“I know everything that you’ve done…”

“What are you talking about I don’t get it!”

Before Matthew finished his words, he was already cut off anxiously by Samuel.

His small hands that were on the bed clutched his bedsheet tightly, the clean and crisp bed-sheets became crumpled.

He had done everything so discreetly, how would Matthew know anything?

Matthew ruffled his head, “You are using Charles to fight with me for mummy, right?”

Samuel’s eyes widened, his small face wrinkled, his features twisted comically. How would this guy know that he had used Charles to fight with him for mummy?

“You are my son.” Matthew said seriously.

He had heard from Charles that Dolores and him were divorced when they were born, and hence he had immediately knew it was Samuel who had told Charles this.

Dolores wouldn’t have said these things, what’s more there were not many people who knew this, even Boyce and Armand didn’t understand the details of it.

Samuel pursed his lips and stayed silent, but he was obviously agreeing silently.

He could hide from everyone, but he couldn’t hide from Matthew.

Perhaps they were connected by blood, their way of thinking was on the same wavelength, so they could be easily guessed by the other party what he wanted to do.

“Are you angry?” Samuel lowered his head, twisting his fingers.

Matthew lowered his gaze and looked at his actions, his lips lifted slightly, “I’m not angry, I’m just comforted, that you know how to use others to achieve your aim, this is good.”

Samuel almost dropped his jaw, what?

He almost stared at his father with an unbelievable gaze.

highest stage of achieving your goals, is that you didn’t participate in it at all, but achieved whatever that you wanted to. Even though you didn’t do it in a very clever way, and was found out by me. But by having these ideas, this

looked closely at the corner of his eyes and his eyebrows, it can be realized that they carried a hint of

years old, and could think of all these, and carried them out, this was

him obviously was to let

obviously, he was afraid he

him. Everyone that had interacted with him would say that he was smart and

Not too stupid?

this mean that he was the smartest

decided not to admit to the comments by Matthew, “Of course I’m not stupid, do

son’s suggestion, curious to see what he had to say,

chase mummy back.” Samuel raised his

he swore, he won’t let him chase mummy back so

was too

a moment, he opened his mouth, “You really want

“A cripple is at least better than a

Matthew was rendered speechless.

he saying that he was

“Son…”

his visitor out, obviously not willing to

into his bed, covered his blanket, and closed

you are not asleep, regardless of whether you believe, when mummy and I divorced in the past, I really didn’t do it on purpose.

that she was pregnant, it was that he didn’t

he couldn’t tell him

before marriage, it wouldn’t be good to tell the kids this, it would not be

leave her, how can you divorce her, if you don’t like her, then why marry her in the past? Why?” Samuel was huffing in anger, rambling out everything that was in his heart, “I hate you being like this, mummy taught us since young, as

explanations, but Matthew couldn’t get any of them out of his

marriage with Dolores in the past was just a

that him and Simona were conceived before

would

blanket for him, “The weather is turning cold, cover your blanket

with

his back with the blanket, “If you don’t want your mummy to see you sick when she comes out, then

didn’t flip open his sheets anymore, covering

found

wouldn’t let his

he was covering his

Three days later.

procedure of making yarn cloth, when she was suddenly called by the old guy,