Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

She stepped over and picked it up, the caller ID showed that it was Boyce, her grin slowly froze. She looked at her kid and said, "Don't be too vigorous as you just took a shower and you'll be uncomfortable if you sweat."

"Got it." Samuel stopped and reply her.

Matthew became weird as he returned from outdoors.

Dolores didn't realize what was wrong with him. His phone rang while she was giving a bath to the two children. It was Abbott Baron phoning, possibly he called work because he turned on the computer after answering the phone. After he sat down, he didn’t get up.

She picked the phone up, and before he could respond, she said, "Wait a minute."

Boyce responded by answering Ok.

Dolores placed the towel in her hand in the bathroom, then she walked to the door and looked back, the two children were still having fun on the bed while Matthew was still engrossed in his work. His long fingers kept tapping on the computer, he didn't see Dolores leaving at all.

Dolores gripped her phone, turned around, and exited the room. She closed the room door behind her.

Matthew’s hand stopped tapping on the keyboard as the door closed.

When he turned to face the locked door, his deep eyes became emotionally watery.

Dolores strolled to the end of the hallway and looked out at the not-so-glorious metropolis. The night landscape was with sparse neon light, she was unsure what type of news that Boyce would bring to her.

But she knew she'd have to face it sooner or later.

"Go ahead," she said with her eyes slightly down.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Bernie is OK, Armand is not someone who can't manage the situation. About this problem, he won't even think about it, and of course, he won’t blame you, Sampson has also been saved, he didn’t die, you don't have to worry about it."

Dolores exhaled a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Elizabeth was unharmed, and Sampson didn’t die also.

Even if Sampson was guilty, they couldn’t lynch him.

"I’m a bit confused." Suddenly, Boyce spoke.

"About what?" Dolores inquired.

his shooting skill well, if he wanted Sampson to die, he wouldn't have missed by two millimetres. If he didn't

Dolores had no idea.

special, I'm going

Dolores hummed faintly.

Boyce had just said. She knew what Boyce meant. If Matthew wanted Sampson dead, that shot might

through his thoughts at the

it out, as she couldn't imagine what was going through Matthew’s

felt like she knew him well, and other times she

other end of the corridor, his suit crumpled from sitting for too long, but it did not

was happening

His tone and expression were so cold as if she was talking to

Boyce, he informed me that Elizabeth was fine and that Sampson was

as

"Matthew."

Dolores stopped him.

to a halt, but he did not return his gaze, nor did he inquire as to what was going on. He was simply waiting for her to

says that your shooting skill was so excellent that you have the potential to kill him in one

a mistake. I wanted

Sampson

look behind him "Are you

and his long and thick eyelashes covered his emotions. He was silent for a fraction of a

"So, why are you..."

"I'm upset with myself."

without waiting for her to

her arms around his waist. She tilted her head and murmured calmly, "You have a

as he looked into her beautiful eyes and teased himself, "I've never been

shocked inexplicably as she

like this, she felt nervous and afraid as he didn’t how

bad?" She was agitated and at

were pressed

was in a relationship with him for the sake of the two children since he