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Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 186

Dolores looked down at the bracelet on her wrist and smiled. “Why? Do you have a special interest in women’s accessories?”

Charles choked up.

“Not really...”

“Why did you ask then?” Dolores asked harshly.

If she hadn’t seen Victoria’s portrait in his study by accident, she wouldn’t have been so alert.

This jade bracelet was from Victoria. Now he was asking her about it, Dolores subconsciously became on-guard.

She clenched her fists in silence, wondering what was his relationship with Victoria.

Nobody would put a stranger’s photo in his study, right?

He put it on the desk. Obviously, he often looked at it.

Charles rubbed his forehead and chuckled. “Aren’t you tired of thinking so much?”

He had clearly sensed Dolores’s suspicion of him.

“I don’t know her in person. I’ve only seen her photo,” said Charles frankly. He put the photo on the desk because he wanted to test if Dolores knew her. The photo wasn’t placed there before.

Staring at the bracelet on her wrist, he continued, “I kept you staying here because this jade bracelet is exactly the same as it on that woman. I guess... you might be her daughter.”

Dolores was speechless.

She didn’t speak.

Charles didn’t insist on asking her.

“Please go for a rest.”

Dolores frowned, still not believing what he said. “You don’t know her, but you thought I’m her daughter and you kept me staying here. Isn’t it for her sake? Why would you do such a big favor for an unknown woman’s sake? Do you think I’ll buy it?”

Dolores didn’t hide her curiosity about his identity. “What’s your relationship to her? Is she one of your family?”

Actually, she wanted to ask if they were a mother and her son.

She couldn’t figure out any other explanation. The only guess that she had was that Charles was Victoria’s son with another man before she married Jayden.

However, in Dolores’s opinion, Victoria shouldn’t be this kind of woman.

Hence, she was quite confused about this matter.

“Let’s make a deal, shall we?” suddenly, Charles suggested.

Dolores thought for a moment and asked, “What kind of deal?”

She didn’t dare to agree with him on any kind of deal so easily.

“You want to know who I am, and I can tell you, but you must answer me a question honestly,” said Charles.

After a thought, Dolores said, “Okay.”

Comparing with herself, she believed that Charles had more secrets.

“Lady first. Please ask.” Charles was fully prepared when suggesting the deal.

Dolores thought for a while and asked, “What are your parents called? Where did they come from? Where are they now?”

Charles frowned. “Did you ask only one question?”

“Yes, I did,” Dolores answered affirmatively without any sense of guilt. “I’ve just asked one question about your parents, haven’t I?”

Charles laughed out. He couldn’t retort Dolores’s explanation at all. She was indeed sharp-tongued.

Looking depressed, he answered, “I don’t know who my mother is, because I was an orphan. My foster father’s name is Nathan White, a local in White City. He was also the successor of the White Group. After he passed away, he asked me to take over the White Group. Before he died, he had a request to me...”

He paused. His eyes staring at Dolores were deepened. “He hoped that I could marry the daughter of a woman named Victoria Forbis. I thought you were the girl.”

Dolores wondered if that was indeed the reason why after saving her, he had kept her here.

But, she couldn’t help wondering who his foster father Nathan was and what his relationship with Victoria.

“I’ve finished answering you. Now it’s my turn.” Charles was quite calm. “Are you ready?”

Dolores’s brain was working rapidly, wondering what he would ask her and how she would respond.

“Are you ready?” Charles urged her.

“Yes.” Dolores looked at him.

Charles raised his eyebrows slightly. “I have a business dinner this Saturday. Please be my date to attend it.”

Dolores frowned, wondering if she had misheard anything.

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