Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

It was raining heavily, Boyce Shawn let Dolores Flores wait for him inside the car, “I’ll go take an umbrella.”

He went to the trunk to get an umbrella in the rain and opened it, the rain hit on the umbrella producing the noisy sound, he walked to the front passenger seat and opened the door, “It’s raining too heavily, let me carry you in my arms to go inside.”

Dolores stepped on the board and got out of the car, Boyce immediately protected her from the rain using the umbrella.

She held Boyce’s arm, “It’s okay, I can walk, it’s just a short distance.”

Boyce didn’t force her, after all it was inappropriate for man and woman to touch each other.

She was walking slowly, Boyce put down the umbrella when they were inside the house. Armand Bernie and Abbott Baron had left, the dining room was also cleaned up already, Coral was tidying up the kitchen.

Dolores turned and looked at Boyce who was standing under the roof, the rain was dropping very fast from the sky, even the wind was carrying a bit of moisture, she lowered her voice and said, “I’m in a bad mood today, don’t mind about what I’ve said.”

“I know.” Boyce pursed his lips, “I’m the one who needs to apologize, I shouldn’t have suspected you in that way.”

“Tell Armand and Abbott, don’t tell that we had gone out today.” When she went out of the bungalow with Boyce, she didn’t evade them, they must have asked Coral about their whereabouts when they didn’t see them downstairs.

“I’ll call them, you shall go inside first because you’re already outside for a long time.”

Dolores nodded and said, “Drive slowly, it’s night-time, some more it’s raining, the vision is bad.”

“I will,” Boyce answered.

Dolores turned and walked into the house. Coral was going to throw the rubbish outside, she put down the things in her hands and trotted toward Dolores when she saw Dolores standing there, “Let me hold you.”

Dolores held her hand and walked inside slowly, “Coral, don’t tell Matthew that I had gone out today.”

Coral lowered her eyes and said, “Okay.”

“Is he still asleep? Does he throw up?” She was still worrying that his stomach might be impaired since he drank with empty stomach.

kept her head low, she didn’t dare to look

remember that there is anti-alcoholic drug at home, help me to

a while

she walked toward Dolores, with the pill and water in one hand, while holding Dolores to go upstairs with another hand, “Be careful, watch your steps on the staircase, the doctor had told that you can’t

was only a bed light being switched on in the room, the lighting was a bit dark. She could even smell the alcohol lightly, she took the glass

said, “You must be careful, call me anytime if anything

her walking beside the bed, then only she closed the door and went

in the dark, Dolores walked beside the bed and put the water and pill on the table. She sat at the bedside and stretched

body if he didn’t want to. She thought that he was sleeping, so she didn’t continue. She sat at the bedside, watching the rain hitting on the window continuously, her eyelashes were flapping slightly, she seemed to be thinking

his eyes open, but he

of them was lying on bed while another was sitting, both were

Click.

it. It was a message from Charles White, she hesitated for quite a while before opening the message, there were only a few

rain today was so heavy, some more

hoped that

on the bed without even changing the position, but she didn’t know that his eyes were like

had quickly caught both of her hands and pulled her from the left to the right, he then pressed her hands above her head

was heavy, Dolores frowned

at her lips without moving, his eyebrows looked sharp and

rosy. His fingertip gently stroked over her lips softly and gently.

know what he was

down to stop her mouth from opening. He was pressing forcefully,

fists tightly in pain,

her carefully and pressed on her lips again and again, Dolores kept silent,

force had slightly reduced, but his fingertip still didn’t leave her lips. Sometimes he would press on them while sometimes he would stroke over them, as if there would be

her face, when she hadn’t had time to see clearly what it was, his lips had covered hers and were

It was the pain.

the unspeakable

dragged into the abyss, suffering so hard. Every inch of reason and every inch of skin were teared apart and crumpled together,