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.

Matthew had lost his mind.

and wondered if

took the initiative to

into his coat and headed towards the car. The bodyguard opened the car door respectfully. He held her

car door

didn’t talk on the way as if they had their

the terrible scene, while Matthew was still blaming himself. If

at the hotel. Theresa Gordon had gone to the hospital. Elizabeth was now in the

it’s my fault.” Boyce

had watched over Elizabeth, such an accident

he didn’t expect that Sampson was carrying

was an accident,” Dolores said

with Sampson.” As Boyce just about to leave, he seemed to think of

was equipped with a

Dolores realized that the gun Matthew

gun. If he lost it, he would be

gun from his waist and gave it back

good mood. Boyce wanted to ask what happened to

him, “He’s probably in a bad mood. You may

Boyce nodded.

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

in the house. He put down Simona, shook his shoulders and the coat slipped off. Dolores took it, then she walked over to hang it on

have you been?” Simona asked coyly, wrapping

nose, “Daddy was out for

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

need to wait

they could have gone back after

had been sent to the hospital and her condition was unknown. They certainly couldn’t leave

can you spend more time with me?”