Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 282 You must Keep Your Words

She stepped over and picked it up, the caller ID showed that it was Boyce, her grin slowly froze. She

looked at her kid and said, "Don't be too vigorous as you just took a shower and you'll be

uncomfortable if you sweat."

"Got it." Samuel stopped and reply her.

Matthew became weird as he returned from outdoors.

Dolores didn't realize what was wrong with him. His phone rang while she was giving a bath to the two

children. It was Abbott Baron phoning, possibly he called work because he turned on the computer

after answering the phone. After he sat down, he didn’t get up.

She picked the phone up, and before he could respond, she said, "Wait a minute."

Boyce responded by answering Ok.

Dolores placed the towel in her hand in the bathroom, then she walked to the door and looked back,

the two children were still having fun on the bed while Matthew was still engrossed in his work. His long

fingers kept tapping on the computer, he didn't see Dolores leaving at all.

Dolores gripped her phone, turned around, and exited the room. She closed the room door behind her.

Matthew’s hand stopped tapping on the keyboard as the door closed.

When he turned to face the locked door, his deep eyes became emotionally watery.

Dolores strolled to the end of the hallway and looked out at the not-so-glorious metropolis. The night

landscape was with sparse neon light, she was unsure what type of news that Boyce would bring to

her.

But she knew she'd have to face it sooner or later.

"Go ahead," she said with her eyes slightly down.

"Don't worry, Ms. Leslie is OK, Armand is not someone who can't manage the situation. About this

problem, he won't even think about it, and of course, he won’t blame you, Sampson has also been

saved, he didn’t die, you don't have to worry about it."

Dolores exhaled a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Ms. Leslie was unharmed, and Sampson didn’t die also.

Even if Sampson was guilty, they couldn’t lynch him.

"I’m a bit confused." Suddenly, Boyce spoke.

"About what?" Dolores inquired.

"I'm curious if Matthew wants him dead or if he doesn't. He had undergone training with me but he quit

halfway due to a problem in his family. I knew his shooting skill well, if he wanted Sampson to die, he

wouldn't have missed by two millimetres. If he didn't want him to die, how come he struck him so near

to his heart?"

Dolores had no idea.

"If there is nothing special, I'm going to hang up then," Boyce said.

Dolores hummed faintly.

She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window while she was gripping her phone and thinking about

what Boyce had just said. She knew what Boyce meant. If Matthew wanted Sampson dead, that shot

might have killed him.

What was going through his thoughts at the time?

She couldn't figure it out, as she couldn't imagine what was going through Matthew’s mind.

Sometimes she felt like she knew him well, and other times she felt like she didn't know him at all.

She heard footsteps, and as she turned around, she found that Matthew was standing at the other end

of the corridor, his suit crumpled from sitting for too long, but it did not affect his excellent looks, but

added some charm of a mature man instead.

Dolores didn't know what was happening to her as she felt heavy-hearted.

"Who called?" His tone and expression were so cold as if she was talking to a stranger.

"It was Boyce, he informed me that Ms. Leslie was fine and that Sampson was not dead," Dolores said

as she frowned.

He turned around as he hummed faintly.

"Matthew."

Dolores stopped him.

He came to a halt, but he did not return his gaze, nor did he inquire as to what was going on. He was

simply waiting for her to speak.

"I heard Boyce says that your shooting skill was so excellent that you have the potential to kill him in

one shot, why..." Dolores tightened her fists.

"I made a mistake. I wanted him to die." He explained nonchalantly.

His shooting skill was excellent, but when he saw Sampson strangling Dolores, he panicked and

missed by two millimetres.

Dolores took a slow and deliberate look behind him "Are you upset? Is that I irritated you in some

way?"

Matthew's eyes were slightly dropping and his long and thick eyelashes covered his emotions. He was

silent for a fraction of a second. "No."

"So, why are you..."

"I'm upset with myself."

He interrupted Dolores without waiting for her to finish.

Dolores approached him and put her arms around his waist. She tilted her head and murmured calmly,

"You have a habit of self-mutilating, do you? Why are you upset with yourself?"

His eyelids twitched as he looked into her beautiful eyes and teased himself, "I've never been this

clumsy before."

Dolores was shocked inexplicably as she sensed Matthew’s grief.

She couldn't help but embrace him firmly and put her entire face near to his heart. As she saw Matthew

being like this, she felt nervous and afraid as he didn’t how to console him or why he was in such a bad

mood.

"Was it me who made you feel bad?" She was agitated and at a loss for words.

Matthew's lips were pressed together tightly.

Sampson had a phrase in his mind that Dolores was in a relationship with him for the sake of the two

children since he had always understood that Dolores had suddenly accepted him was due to external

factors.

He'd been purposefully ignoring it and not thinking about it.

But, when he heard others said it, he was uncomfortable with that.

He'd never felt so frustrated in his life at this age.

Like now, when Dolores approached him, he wondered whether she was also forcing herself for the

sake of her two children.

Dolores was really not used to him being in this status. She was used to his nagging and closeness,

but he was so cold to her that she was scared.

"What's the matter with you, can you talk to me?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and noticed

her unease in his pupils.

"Do you believe a person would do something they dislike for the sake of their child?"

Dolores paused for a moment, then immediately responded to what he meant by saying this.

"Did you take his words personally?"

He kept silent as if he agreed by default.

Dolores said solemnly, "No."

"I, too, don't want to admit it, but the fact is that I have a crush on you and kind of like you." Was true as

she didn’t want to fool him, nor did she want to deceive herself. "If you want to ask me how much I like,

how much I love, I don't know, but at least I get used to having you by my side, and go through life like

an ordinary husband and wife with you."

Matthew dim eyes sparkled with brightness. "Really?"

Dolores coldly said, "No." She let go of him and wanted to leave after saying that. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Matthew seized her wrist and shoved her against the hallway wall with his backhand and supported

himself up against the wall with one hand, "No, you said it, you mean it, you must keep your words."

"Who should I do that?" Dolores cocked her head and looked so arrogant.

"Well—" he dragged the last letter purposely which sound tantalizing as he grinned softly, "Because

you are my wife."

His remarks were followed by a kiss on her lips.

Dolores tensed and remained still.

He kissed her delicate neck, and eventually her collarbone. He nipped her gently, without causing her

pain and said vaguely, "It doesn't matter if you don't love, I will make you love me."