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.

dead or if he doesn't. He had undergone training with me but he quit halfway due to a problem in his family. I knew his shooting skill well, if he wanted Sampson to die, he wouldn't have missed by two millimetres. If he didn't want him to die, how come he struck him so near to his

Dolores had no idea.

special, I'm going to hang

Dolores hummed faintly.

phone and thinking about what Boyce had just said. She knew what Boyce meant. If Matthew wanted Sampson dead, that shot might have

his

it out, as she couldn't imagine what was going

him well, and other times she felt like she didn't know

of the corridor, his suit crumpled from sitting for too long, but it did not affect his excellent looks, but

know what was happening to her as

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

was fine and that Sampson was not dead," Dolores said

turned around as he

"Matthew."

Dolores stopped him.

halt, but he did not return his gaze, nor did he inquire as to what was going on. He

says that your shooting skill was so excellent that you have the

a mistake. I wanted

was excellent, but when he saw Sampson strangling Dolores, he panicked and missed

"Are you upset? Is that I irritated you in

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

"So, why are you..."

"I'm upset with myself."

Dolores without waiting

around his waist. She tilted her head and murmured calmly, "You have a habit of self-mutilating, do you? Why

he looked into her beautiful eyes and teased himself, "I've

inexplicably as

put her entire face near to his heart. As she saw Matthew being like this, she felt nervous and afraid as he didn’t how to console him or why he was in such a

who made you feel bad?" She was agitated

were pressed

phrase in his mind that Dolores was in a relationship with him for the sake of