Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

With a muffled “thump” sound, Sampson Herbert’s eyes widened, and he slowly turned around. In the darkness, there was a tall figure shrouded by the streetlights. His coat fluttered wildly in the wind. He stood still as if his feet were nailed on the ground. No matter how hard the wind blew, he didn’t falter. He held a gun in his hand and looked arrogant.

Sampson’s eyes getting wider and more hideous. The corner of his mouth kept twitching, “You, you…”

Without the strength to support, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

Dolores Flores saw him collapse in front of her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her body swayed in the wind. When she got back her senses, she untied the belt that bound her hands. Then, she immediately went to hug Elizabeth who had been thrown on the ground, “Mrs. Bernie.”

Dolores went to check if she was still breathing. She was still alive.

“Grandma.” Armand Bernie rushed over. Dolores used her last strength to say, “Hurry up, get Mrs. Bernie to the hospital.”

Armand glanced at her. He carried Elizabeth to the car. He was worried about her, and he snapped at the bodyguards,” Hurry up!”

When Dolores was trying to get herself up from the ground with one hand, someone suddenly clutched her wrist. She could see a pair of polished leather shoes. As she gradually moved her gaze upward, she saw a pair of slender legs and a chiseled face.

Matthew Nelson gently held her up. Dolores was lifted up and instantly fell into a strong, warm chest. She raised her head. The wind was strong, and her long hair fluttered in the wind.

Matthew stroked a strand of hair from her forehead and placed it behind her ear.

Luckily, she overcame it. She smiled. Her eyes was beautiful, they looked so clear and pure, “It’s all right, you came in the nick of time.”

His expression remained rigid after her words and became stiffer. He grabbed her over to him and Dolores crashed into his arms.

Dolores had a vague sense that he was frustrated. As she tried to speak, she saw two bodyguards approaching, who were carrying Sampson and then throwing him into the car.

Dolores had never seen Matthew look so violent. Her voice was a bit low. Instead of asking why he had a gun, she asked a question she was more concerned about, “Will he die?”

Sampson was wrong and should be punished, but Matthew couldn’t punish him privately.

If Sampson died, Matthew would be against the law as well.

When Matthew saw Sampson was choking her neck, Matthew had lost his mind. He usually would deal with a proper way. But, this time, he was

and wondered

go back. I’m cold.” She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his

bodyguard opened the car door respectfully. He held her in

door

as if they had their own

while Matthew was still blaming himself. If he had

in the

expect this, it’s my fault.” Boyce Shawn

Elizabeth, such an

But he didn’t expect that Sampson was

accident,” Dolores

just about to leave, he seemed to think of something, and he looked at

equipped with a

that the

was a code on Boyce’s gun. If he

back to Boyce. Then, he passed him and went into

in good mood.

her head at him, “He’s probably in a

Boyce nodded.

She took off the coat she was wearing and hung it on the coat rack. Matthew didn’t take off his coat and he went to hug Simona.

would be hot if he was still wearing his coat in the house. He put down Simona, shook his shoulders and the coat slipped off.

where have you been?” Simona asked coyly, wrapping her arms

“Daddy was out for

face in his shoulder, and said with a muffled voice, “I thought you were out on a date with mommy. Can you take me out with you next time you go

back, “It’ll need to wait a little

back after Sampson’s matter was

and her condition was unknown. They certainly

with me?” She pouted and