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 silence. Matthew and Coral

documents onto the table and poured herself a cup of lukewarm water in the kitchen.

to pour himself a glass of water in the middle of the

anything as he passed by her. Dolores noticed his

alone, so when he saw a cup of water on the table, he instinctively picked it up and started

“Hey—“

she was using that cup, but to her dismay, Matthew was already gulping water from it. She wasn’t able to

face for several seconds before shifting to the cup in his hands. Under the

part of the cup just

by someone else. Coupled

continued to stare at the floor, pretending

her face

with each other, so this simple gesture of

do this on purpose, Dolores still felt embarrassed

lips quivered slightly as he licked his lips. He didn’t know what to make of this situation, so he simply finished the water in the cup in one

her direction. He noticed that it was already one

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

for a moment before turning around and returning

and failing to be selected. He felt strange about the whole thing.

the phone woke him up. He grabbed the phone with annoyance and with a plethora of curse words swimming around in his head,

the human resources department

he could totally comprehend what he was being told, the

phone for a long time. Why did

distorted expression slowly formed on

his sleep

he could only keep these words of complaint to himself. He didn’t dare

around her, and Coral couldn’t understand a thing written on it. She just guessed that it was probably something related to her work, and

she still fetched a blanket

covering Dolores with a blanket, a subdued emotion that was sharpened by

up those sheets of papers. There were twenty-two pages in

the whole night completing the translation. Did this woman never

help stealing a glance

a sigh, not knowing what