Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 109: Stop Being Nice to Me

Matthew Nelson looked up as his eyes fell on Dolores's hand covering her chest, and asked, "Scalded?"

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Dolores Flores twisted her head as she couldn't abide his gaze, "No."

After saying this, she headed to the meeting area and sat on the sofa. She stooped down to draw out a few pieces of tissue paper and wiped the water stains off her neck. Suddenly, her vision was blocked. Matthew had come over unexpectedly. Dolores coughed lightly, "Why are you here? You've so many things to deal with."

When Dolores delivered the water in, a massive pile of documents was waiting to be signed on Matthew's desk.

Matthew seemed to hear nothing and grabbed the tissue in Dolores's hand, "I'll wipe it for you."

"That's okay." Dolores tried to grab the tissue in Matthew's hand, but she missed it as Matthew raised his hand.

"Be good." Matthew squatted down in front of her legs. He gently pulled her collar open to wipe the water stain on her skin.

Matthew lowered his eyes, wiping her gently, and he looked solemn. Dolores was into a light trance for a few seconds.

She slightly turned her head around, not daring to stare at him for too long.

She was afraid.

Afraid that all of this was just a magnificent dream.

Unreal.

"Don't be too nice to me." Dolores didn't want to fall in.

Falling into the trap of his tenderness.

She didn't think about her identity deliberately, but that was the truth.

After that night, she thought that she would never have a love for the rest of her life.

She had lost the qualification to have a good life.

She couldn't deny that the traces of Matthew inside her were getting deeper throughout these years. It wasn't indelible but not to be ignored. She was like used to his domineering, him being light-minded, and him being considerate occasionally. Matthew was taking over her heart gradually.

Matthew chuckled, "I want to be nice to you."

Dolores's eyes were red. She didn't want Matthew to notice it, so she sneered, "Such a bad taste."

It was the first time hearing someone undermining herself.

He smirked, "Yeah, indeed a bad taste. You don't look pretty either."

Why being so caring suddenly?

He looked closely at the woman in front of him. Her eyebrows, nose, lips, chin, and cheek weren't the most outstanding ones, but when combined together, they looked incredibly unique.

Six years ago, she was pure, like a naive little girl.

After experiencing so many these years, she was gentle, intellectual, and even more feminine.

Knock, knock...

The office door was being knocked, and Matthew reacted immediately. He raised his eyes and looked at Dolores for a moment before he stood up. He grabbed his suit on the sofa and gave it to her, "Put it on." Dolores looked at herself then took it and draped it over her body.

After putting it on, Matthew then spoke in a low voice, "Come in."

Abbott Baron walked in with Terry Holmes.

It was the first time Terry coming to such a place and he looked around on his way. After entering Matthew's office, he was amused, thinking that the rich were having such a luxurious lifestyle.

His entire home wasn't as big as a corner of the office.

"Sit down." Abbott reminded Terry.

Terry smirked, feeling a bit embarrassed for being impolite just now.

He sat down across from Dolores, "I have brought what you wanted. Have you planned what to do next?"

Dolores raised her head, looking at Matthew, and nodded, "Yes, please give it to me."

Terry did not take it out at once but continued to ask inquisitively, "What are you going to do next? Let me tell you something. As you just came back and know nothing about the situation in the country. The DC Law Firm in City B is very famous in the country. All of their lawyers are elite. If we can hire one as our attorney, the possibility of winning is higher."

As Terry said, his face darkened, "I had found one originally, but when he heard that it was the Herbert family, he rejected. "

Dolores then understood Matthew's intention at that moment.

With only the evidence that Terry had, it wouldn't be possible to deal with Maria Herbert.

Until then, the Herbert family would step in to replace someone and spend some money to hold things down.

"Why aren't you talking?" Terry stared at Dolores.

"Give me the thing and let me handle this."

"What are you going to do? I can help you." Terry wasn't distrusting Dolores. Just that this wasn't a matter for only one person, but the two of them should try, not just pushing Dolores to do it alone. Terry knew that this wasn't simple.

After all, it had been six years.

Dolores gathered the suit around her and spoke softly, "You should have noticed that this case isn't simple at all. The Herbert family was well-known and respected. They won't allow such thing to happen. With just only you and me, we can't do it."

"So how?" Terry was nervous and bounced up from the sofa.

"Don't be anxious." Dolores hurriedly reassured him, "That's why I asked you to give me the stuff. There's someone here to help us."

"Who..."

Terry reacted immediately.

His jaw dropped, but then he quickly closed his mouth and pursed it tightly.

He pointed cautiously to the man who was standing beside him with a cold face all the time, "Is he going to help us?"

Dolores nodded.

Terry jerked his hand back, holding it tight.

He then realized and immediately put all the things he brought on the table.

"Let me know if you need anything." Terry smiled.

Dolores had a look and confirmed that it was something Terry had shown her.

At the meantime.

There was a knock on the door of Dolores's place.

Jessica Lennon opened the door.

Sampson Herbert had a bandage wrapped around his head. The wound on his head was cleaned, and he had changed his clothes too.

Jessica was stunned, "What happened to your head? How did it get hurt?"

Sampson had a strained expression and smiled, "I accidentally hit it."

"Be careful." Jessica said with concern.

After all, they have met for a long time. Although Jessica knew that Dolores was impossible to be with him, proper manners were still necessary. "Sure, I will. Where's Lola?" Sampson looked into the house and saw no sign of Dolores.

"She didn't come home last night. She came back this morning for a while and headed out again. I'm not sure what is she up to." Jessica said. "Oh, I see. I'm here for her. Why aren't you letting me in?" Sampson asked with a smile.

"Oh, silly me." Jessica hurriedly let him in.

Sampson looked into the bedroom, "Where's the two little kids?"

Jessica wiped her hands on the apron and poured Sampson a glass of water, "Samuel is playing with Simona inside."

"Oh." Sampson sat on the sofa and asked inadvertently, "Did Lola say anything when she got back?"

He took a sip of the water, hiding his panic.

"Nope. She came back just to look at the kids. She didn't even have her breakfast at home." Jessica smiled.

"I met Lola yesterday, and I mentioned the matter between the two of us again. She seemed to be mad and walked away then. I was afraid that she would get angry so I came over to have a look on her." The smile on Jessica's face disappeared. This wasn't her daughter's style.

Even if Dolores rejected, she would never leave him on the spot.

Dolores was clear about her grudges and grievances.

Although Dolores didn't like Sampson, Sampson helped her a lot in the past few years. Dolores wouldn't be that ignorant and turned her back on Sampson.

"Jessica, I would like to invite you to a lunch and apologize to Lola." Sampson's eyes flickered away, not daring to look straight at Jessica.☐☐☐☐