Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Facing Dolores’ questions, Matthew wasn’t in a hurry to explain himself. Instead, he leaned back on his car seat drunkenly. He squinted his eyes, as if he hadn’t heard clearly. “Hmm?” He mumbled.

Dolores pursed her lips, “He wants to set you up with that woman?”

This time, Dolores didn’t refer to Jeffery as ‘uncle’.

His actions today had crossed her boundaries.

Matthew moved his body, leaning his body back casually, “Probably.”

Dolores, “…”

Suddenly, Dolores stopped the car by the road. She turned to look at him, “You have nothing else to say to me?”

Matthew slowly raised his eyes, and met her angry gaze. His eyes carrying a tinge of laughter, and he asked, “What should I say?”

Dolores felt a little hurt. She didn’t ask much from him. On the issue of relationships, she had only hoped that they could trust each other.

She was willing to trust him.

However, on the basis of being responsible towards this relationship, shouldn’t he give her an explanation?

She really wanted to protect this relationship, but…

She retracted her gaze. She turned off the engine, “You drive back.”

She felt that she needed to calm herself down for a bit. She was afraid that she couldn’t control her emotions while being in the same room with him.

She got out of the car, shut the door, walked along the pedestrian pathway.

She raised her head, trying to let the breeze wake her up.

Matthew got off the car and chased after her. He clutched her arm, “Where are you going?”

Dolores tried to fling his arm away, but his hold on her was tight.

“Can I have some alone time?” She said softly, using up the meagre rationality that was left within her.

“Are you jealous?”

“No.” Dolores was quick to deny.

“Then why are you angry?”

“I’m not angry.”

“You are.”

him, who was in a full black suit. His strong and straight silhouette could

seriously not bothered, and seriously not knowing why she was reacting this

you know that I really value our relationship, not because of

that this relationship is all my own imagination. I have seen Jessica’s failed marriage. Towards relationships, I feel as if I’m walking on thin ice. However, towards you, I feel like giving whatever I can to sustain this relationship. But now I realize, all this is perhaps just me blindly contributing on my own. Matthew, stop pretending to be nice to me. Let’s end this, this is not

hand, she only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. She was afraid she would lose even more

didn’t want to become a spiteful woman because of him. But at this moment, she had already become

step forward and held her waist in his arms. Dolores

her hands and pressed it on

he had never explained himself

it, and neither did

like to think of it a certain way,

does it mean that I have not done anything

were dark like a bottomless lake.

her eyes, what

couldn’t help

explain, does it mean that I

head with his palm, “Hearing

when, Dolores’ eyes brimmed with tears, and she

is not the best among all

Dolores, “…”

am I

you are

“Then what

moved down from her face, to her neck, to her chest,

burned red, she pulled back her hands, “Quick let go

on her head, slid down and brushed past her spine. It finally fell on her waist. With a

hers, his lips were lightly grazing her earlobes, “I am saying that you are very good at giving me children, why are you

flushed red.” Dolores

“Am I blind then?”

are

Matthew, “…”

and poor, and not outstanding. But you are still hugging me in this way,

Matthew, “…”

waiting for him

poor, and not outstanding. But I like it

him away, “Who’s believing

when Dolores