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.

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

Dolores had no idea.

I'm going to hang up then,"

Dolores hummed faintly.

what Boyce had just said. She knew what Boyce meant. If Matthew wanted Sampson

going through his thoughts

she couldn't

and other times she felt like she

the corridor, his suit crumpled from sitting for too long, but

was happening to her

called?" His tone and expression were so cold as if she

and that Sampson was not

around as he

"Matthew."

Dolores stopped him.

not return his gaze, nor did he inquire as

have the potential to kill him in one shot, why..."

mistake. I wanted him to die." He

but when he saw Sampson

behind him "Are you upset? Is that I irritated

eyes were slightly dropping and his long and thick eyelashes covered his emotions.

"So, why are you..."

"I'm upset with myself."

interrupted Dolores without waiting for her

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

eyes and teased himself, "I've never

as she sensed

near to his heart. As she saw Matthew being like this, she felt

me who made you feel bad?" She was agitated and at a

lips were pressed together

mind that Dolores was in a relationship with him for the sake of the two children since he had always understood that Dolores had suddenly accepted him