Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“What are you talking about?” Dolores was even more confused.

Matthew got up from his chair and strode towards her while being silhouetted by the lighting in the room. His footsteps were steady and slow. In the end, he loomed over Dolores and said, “You are still my wife in name, so you should refrain from being intimate with other guys.”

He didn’t care about what led to their marriage. As long as they were a married couple, he couldn’t tolerate being cheated on!

This was his limit, and it was also his dignity as a man!

Dolores couldn’t really process his words. Since when was she being intimate with other guys?

She retorted immediately, “Didn’t you sleep with other women here as well? Should I be demanding on you as your wife too?”

Matthew’s creases on his forehead deepened, “I didn’t sleep with other women.”

Dolores was stunned momentarily. She was sure that Helen had spent the night here yesterday.

Who would believe that they didn’t end up sleeping together?

However, she suddenly realized that whether he did or didn’t sleep with other women, that didn’t have anything to do with her anyway.

Matthew’s expression was getting uglier by the minute. What was he thinking?

Dolores didn’t want their relationship to turn sour. She softened her tone, “I will try to abide by your demands. Then I shall…”

She waved the documents in her hands to indicate her intentions, fearing that she wasn’t already obvious enough.

Matthew mumbled a response, but he failed to conceal the tinge of anger in his voice. He wasn’t mad at Dolores, but instead, he was mad at himself!

Why would he explain himself to her anyway?

Was he crazy?

He was really irked by his response to her nowadays! That feeling of discomfort almost morphed into one of disgust!

Since Dolores had secured a job working at a restaurant, she had to finish translating these documents as soon as possible.

When the clock struck midnight, she was only halfway done. However, her energy was already waning.

that timing, the whole villa was shrouded in deep

cup of lukewarm water in the kitchen. She put the cup onto the

thirsty, so he came downstairs to pour himself a glass of water in the middle of the night. Seeing that Dolores was still

anything as he passed by her. Dolores

alone, so when he saw a cup of water on the table, he

“Hey—“

to her dismay, Matthew was already gulping water from it. She wasn’t able to continue her

before shifting to the cup in his hands. Under the faint glow of the light, he saw a faint smudge of lipstick on

touched that part of the

was drinking from a cup that had just been used by someone else. Coupled with Dolores’ reaction, that person was

stare at the floor, pretending that nothing was going

felt her face

this simple gesture of him sharing her cup was a little too

do this on purpose, Dolores still felt

licked his lips. He didn’t know what to make of this situation, so he simply finished

the table and walked in her direction. He noticed that it was already one o’clock in the

at the floor, not willing to raise her head, “I’m not

at her for a moment before turning around

the top of the stairs, he suddenly remembered that she had mentioned going to his company for a job interview and failing to be selected. He felt strange about the whole thing. After coming back to his room, he picked up

still deeply immersed in his sleep, so he was a little annoyed when the ringing of the phone woke him up. He grabbed the phone with annoyance and with a plethora of curse words swimming around in his head, he was about to reprimand whoever dared to call him so late into

the human resources department has denied the hiring

he could totally comprehend what he was being told, the line went

stared at his phone for a long time. Why did the president call

slowly formed on his

purposely disturbing his sleep for no

words of complaint to himself. He didn’t dare to

and Coral couldn’t understand a thing written on it. She just guessed that it was probably something related to her work, and she let out a sigh, “You shouldn’t overexert

not understanding Dolores’ situation, she still fetched a blanket and

stairs. Seeing that Coral was covering Dolores with a blanket, a subdued emotion that was sharpened by the passage of time slowly

and bent over to pick up those sheets of papers. There were twenty-two pages in total, and she had translated every page and written

spent the whole night completing the translation.

stealing a glance

a sigh, not knowing what