Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Samuel frowned, and he took back his gaze from the piano notation to look at his sister, Simona.

He couldn’t help but shook his head.

As if he couldn’t do anything with Simona.

“I’m really worried about your future.” She thought she was doing well by only learning one poem, “Goose”. What a worry her IQ was.

“Daddy. Look. Take a look at him.” Simona pouted her little mouth and shook Matthew’s neck, “Brother looks down on me again.”

Simona was dressed in a pale pinkish grey dress and a pair of white socks. Because the weather was getting hot, the dress was made of thin material used in summer clothes. It was smooth and soft. She tied her hair in a ponytail and showed her beautiful facial features. She knelt on Matthew’s legs, with her hands around his neck, and she looked as if she wanted Matthew to give her an answer.”

Matthew gave a light smile. He simply couldn’t do anything with her. He held her buttocks and patted, “You say, what do you want to do? I’ll listen to you.”

“How does your brother look down on you again?” Dolores stood at the stair head and looked at Simona.

Simona became increasingly petulant. Dolores made her way down the staircase. Matthew put Simona on the sofa and went upstairs to hold her. However, Dolores refused, “You don’t have to. I feel much better.”

She held Matthew’s arm, “You can’t keep spoiling her. Otherwise, she will develop an arrogant personality.”

“She’s still small.” Matthew thought that daughter was different from the son. It was all right to be a little arrogant.

He could take care of her forever anyway. He loved spoiling his daughter, Simona.

Dolores looked at him and didn’t share the same opinion as him, “The character is developed since childhood. She will be going to primary school soon. There will be many schoolmates in the school, and it is inevitable to have some bumps. Then does she want to go to the teacher every day and complain? Does she want to complain to the adults at home? Is this a good type of character?”

Dolores hoped that Simona could grow up and not behaved like a baby all the time.

“So, can’t she say anything even when she has been wronged?” Matthew felt that Dolores had overthought, “So what if she doesn’t even go to school? I can take care of her for the rest of my life.”

Dolores was speechless.

and frowned, “How about when

to

mummy who is sensible,” Samuel interrupted them. Simona used to act like a baby before, but as she grew older, she liked complaining, especially in

loved to act like a

what they were saying about her was not good. She blinked her eyes

the sofa and ran towards the kitchen, “Grandma, grandma. I want to go home. I

voice. Simona hugged her legs, “Grandma, let’s go home. Mummy only cares about the baby in her stomach and

was scared. She was afraid that her

Dolores. Her

thin layer of mist grew thicker and thicker in her eyes. It eventually turned into tears, which

walked in just as Victoria was about to bend down and pick her up after washing her hands. His gaze didn’t fall on Victoria, but he

legs and refused to let go, “I don’t want. I

face, which was initially pink, soft, and delicate, was filled with

silent and broke off her hands, which were holding Victoria’s legs. He held her and went out of the kitchen. Simona

However, she didn’t dare to ask him to put her down. She couldn’t help but looked at Dolores, “She is still small. Perhaps she knows that you’re pregnant and is afraid that she

lips. She was also taken aback by Simona’s words just now. She didn’t expect

know. I’ll go in later to have a look.” She sat on the sofa. Simona was in a fit of anger

Victoria gave the nod.

In the study room.

He simply hugged

from crying. She only sobbed, and her small

His finger gently wiped the corners of her eyes, “Don’t you like the baby in

her fingernails and remained silent with

and daddy’s love for you?”

lowered her eyes, and tear stains remained on her long eyelashes. She remained silent. Yes, she was afraid that

stroked Simona’s back with his wide palm, “You are the child of daddy and mummy. How can we not like you? Daddy

raised her

her forehead,