Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Everyone had already come when Matthew and Dolores came down. Theresa took care of Simona, and Samuel was able to feed himself without the help of others.

"It appears that I’m not that late, as I'll be just in time for dinner." Charles entered in his wheelchair.

He stared at Dolores with a smile on his face. "You said you'd treat me to dinner, but I had to come up to you to get a meal. It shouldn't be you treating me. Instead, it should be me treating you."

Dolores returned and encountered the doll prank which made her forget about it. Dolores felt sorry about that, "I'm sorry that I forgot."

"It's OK. Didn't I come here to seek for you?" "How about treating me to a meal in the morning?" Charles said as he glanced at Matthew.

"Mr. White, are you too poor to purchase a meal?" Matthew teased Charles as he faked a smile. He placed his hand around Dolores’ shoulder and slid it to her waist. With a strong snap, Dolores' body was instantaneously stuck to his body.

"If it was not Ms. Flores who treats me to a meal, then it would be meaningless and tasteless no matter what I eat" Charles said as his gaze skimmed over the big hand around Dolores’ waist. His gaze flickered slightly as he smiled gently.

Dolores’ gaze darted back and forth between Charles and Matthew as she wondered why she had the impression that they were actually comparing and fighting with one other.

Why did the atmosphere become so tense?

She couldn't go back on her word, because she was the one who recommended treating Charles to a meal. "That's OK, you may join us".

Charles grinned as he glanced at the table not far away, where all her family members had seated half of the table "Is it proper to ask me to dinner with so many people? Shouldn't you inquire as to what I'd like to eat?"

"Sorry that I’m not considerate enough so where and what does Mr White want to eat?" For a time, Dolores’ expression changed subtly as she hadn't expected Charles to become so picky today.

He used to be very easy-going.

"Turn right out of the hotel, there's a breakfast shop named FSB not far away. The breakfast from the store is delicious, I particularly like the leaf-lard bun from the store, I wonder if Ms Flores, could you treat me to have it?"

"Alright," Dolores replied as she kept her grin on her face.

Dolores didn't appear to comprehend at this point in the conversation that Charles just wanted her to invite him alone, so Charles spoke up and reminded her, "You're inviting me alone, right?"

Dolores said without hesitation, "Yes".

for Mr Nelson to

was pushing

of his tongue, but just as he was ready to let

the edge of his shirt and said, "Daddy come and eat, I peeled eggs for

such a good girl," Dolores said as she touched her daughter's hair.

Daddy, hurry up and see the eggs I peeled for you...," Simona drew Matthew to the table in the same way she drew

go," Dolores remarked as he

moved to the front as he turned his wheelchair to lead

it wasn't far and Tom who used to be

not furious just now, are you?" Charles spoke as she walked out

forgot so I should be the one

I mean was that I asked just you out for

taken aback by his persistence in calling her

not good to talk about that

and mentioned the treat in order to ask her

would like to help if it's something I'm capable of." Dolores said honestly. Anyways, he did save her, although she was forced to repay by Matthew. But anyhow she still considered Charles as her

your words." "The store

to say?" Dolores was

eating is more essential. I can't let you

someone opened the door and brought them to the compartment without having to say anything. They were then served with the

picked up one

she clipped

shoved the entire bun into her mouth. The soup and the filling which was with a strong seafood taste occupied her mouth. It was not greasy but satisfying. Just with a bite, they could eat something that was so wonderful. She covered up as she knew that

way to eat and enjoy it," Charles said as she gave

her mouth and scooped a spoonful of porridge. It was white porridge, there was no unique taste when having it. The faint scent of marrow lingered in her mouth

ceramic jar. Next,

good food?" Dolores asked

After a while, he slowly lifted his eyes, "I’m not really studying. I mean, I did some