Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Dolores was thirsty so she came down to pour water. Seeing her sitting there while crying, she thought she was unaccustomed to the lifestyle here so she walked down, drew a tissue and handed it to her, “What’s wrong with you? Is there anything wrong?”

Lucy hurriedly packed everything up and said, “Nothing.”

She obviously did not look like she was fine. Dolores handed the tissue to her again, “Wipe it off.”

Lucy stood up, took the tissue handed to her and wiped her tears away.

Dolores poured two cups of water and handed one of them to her, “Could you tell me why are you crying? If there is anything that you aren’t used to here, you can talk to me.”

“No, I’m fine to stay here.” She lowered her head, “I just miss my son.”

Dolores saw her holding the stationery box in her hand and understood well. She understood how the mood of a mother who missed her child was. She said before that after she divorced her husband, a son followed her husband. But even so, she as a mother should have visitation rights, “You can go to see her if you miss him. If your ex-husband doesn’t allow you to visit him, I can find a lawyer for you.”

She was also a mother so she could understand Lucy’s current mood. While feeling sympathetic for her, she also wanted to give her some help.

“No, no need.” She had visitation rights. Although she only had one chance per month which was not many, she did not want to cause trouble for others.

“It’s already afternoon, are you hungry?” Lucy asked after calming herself.

Dolores drank all the water in the cup, put it down and said, “It’s fine to make it now.”

When the meal was done, she would be hungry.

It was usually Coral who prepared the food. She said, “Let me make lunch today so Coral can take a break.”

After she came here, there was nothing that she was not used to. Everyone was very nice and Coral gave her a lot of help.

Dolores said okay.

She could not fall asleep anymore and intended to go to Theresa’s room to chat with her. Before she went in, she spoke to Lucy again, “You can tell me if there is anything you need.”

She did not mean anything else but simply wanted to give her help.

Lucy said, “Okay, thank you.”

‘no problem’ while smiling, turned around and went to

who came out of the club got in the car and left. Boyce drove the car to the entrance of

parked at the entrance and said,

car was

put one hand on the car window

understood better than anyone else how unwelcome he was to be in this place but he still took the initiative to come and look for something unpleasant

wanted to go in but after knowing that Charles was here, he

here, why don’t you

Matthew ignored him.

parked the car behind Boyce’s car. He got out and handed the car key to Matthew, “Someone called Mr. White is here to see you, he has been

key and said, “Just say I’m

saying that, he took the car key and got in the car. He started the car engine and

boss particularly petty?” Boyce looked at the car that was speeding away and

meant that ‘you know better than me’, “You ask me about this?

that the only thing they had not done was sleeping together in the same bed. ‘Don’t you know Matthew’s personality better

it. He waved his hand, “I’m

the club

also specifically admonished today that

sent by his subordinate was about the scene when Declan threw John to the sea. It was shot very clearly and he was very satisfied. He messaged his subordinate

the case in the past and such a case happened too long ago so it was not easy to find

video was enough to prove that

was very powerful. Even if this was exposed, it would be suppressed. Now, he could only wait for the right time to do it

suitable opportunity, they would give

Boyce went back to the club and sat for only a short time, Michael, who worked for Officer Miller came to call him, saying that Officer Miller wanted to

to Officer Miller’s office. When he reached the door of the office, he raised his hand and

‘come in’ sounded inside. Boyce opened the door and went in. He saw that Officer Miller was on the phone. He waved his hand to let Boyce not make a sound and

understood what he meant and sat on the sofa in the area for serving guests

down the phone,

“Yes, what, are you letting me treat you to

big hand

good.” He was certainly happy since someone treated him to a

“Where is your