Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 373 I Hand My Heart To You

Facing Dolores' questions, Matthew wasn't in a hurry to explain himself. Instead, he leaned back on his car seat drunkenly. He squinted his eyes, as if he hadn't heard clearly. "Hmm?" He mumbled. Dolores pursed her lips, "He wants to set you up with that woman?"

This time, Dolores didn't refer to Jeffery as 'uncle'.

His actions today had crossed her boundaries.

Matthew moved his body, leaning his body back casually, "Probably."

Dolores, "..."

Suddenly, Dolores stopped the car by the road. She turned to look at him, "You have nothing else to say to me?"

Matthew slowly raised his eyes, and met her angry gaze. His eyes carrying a tinge of laughter, and he asked, "What should I say?"

Dolores felt a little hurt. She didn't ask much from him. On the issue of relationships, she had only hoped that they could trust each other.

She was willing to trust him.

However, on the basis of being responsible towards this relationship, shouldn't he give her an explanation?

She really wanted to protect this relationship, but.....

She retracted her gaze. She turned off the engine, "You drive back."

She felt that she needed to calm herself down for a bit. She was afraid that she couldn't control her emotions while being in the same room with him.

She got out of the car, shut the door, walked along the pedestrian pathway.

She raised her head, trying to let the breeze wake her up.

Matthew got off the car and chased after her. He clutched her arm, "Where are you going?"

Dolores tried to fling his arm away, but his hold on her was tight.

"Can I have some alone time?" She said softly, using up the meagre rationality that was left within her.

"Are you jealous?"

"No." Dolores was quick to deny.

"Then why are you angry?"

"I'm not angry."

"You are."

Dolores looked at him, who was in a full black suit. His strong and straight silhouette could be seen clearly. At this moment, there was no hint of emotion on his face.

Was he seriously not bothered, and seriously not knowing why she was reacting this way?

"Yes, I am angry." Dolores poked at his chest, "Do you know that I really value our relationship, not because of just our children, but because of this place..."

She increased her strength and poked at the position on his heart, "Because at this place, there is a place for you. I really want to trust you, and trust our relationship. Do you know that? Your attitude makes me very insecure, very uncomfortable, very afraid. I am afraid that this relationship is all my own imagination. I have seen Jessica's failed marriage. Towards relationships, I feel as if I'm walking on thin ice. However, towards you, I feel like giving whatever I can to sustain this relationship. But now I realize, all this is perhaps just me blindly contributing on my own. Matthew, stop pretending to be nice to me. Let's end this, this is not what I want!"

She used all her energy to fling away his hand, she only wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. She was afraid she would lose even more control if she continued to face him.

She didn't want to become a spiteful woman because of him. But at this moment, she had already become like one.

Matthew took a step forward and held her waist in his arms. Dolores kicked around in his arms, "Let go of me, let go of me..."

Matthew clutched her hands and pressed it on his chest, "Stop fooling around."

At this age, he had never explained himself to anyone before.

He was not good at it, and neither did he care about it.

If people like to think of it a certain way, he would let them be.

"If I explained to you, does it mean that I have not done anything to betray you?"

His eyes were dark like a bottomless lake.

Dolores was taken aback. She later widened her eyes, what did he mean by this? Her lips couldn't help trembling.

"On the other hand, if I don't explain, does it mean that I betrayed you?"

Matthew held her head with his palm, "Hearing you say all this, I am very happy."

Not sure since when, Dolores' eyes brimmed with tears, and she widened her eyes stubbornly.

"I have not done anything that is not loyal to you. I only like one girl. She doesn't have an outstanding family background, she doesn't have an impressive education, she is not the best among all the women that I have seen. But this is her, she has found a place in my heart. Sometimes I am confused too, why did I fall in love with such a woman?"

Dolores, "..."

"In your eyes, am I really such a good-for-nothing?"

"Who said you are a good-for-nothing?"

A light flashed across Dolores' eyes, "Then what do you think I'm good at?"

Matthew's gaze moved down from her face, to her neck, to her chest, and his gaze fell on her lower body...

Dolores' face burned red, she pulled back her hands, "Quick let go of me, I want to go home."

Matthew's hands which were on her head, slid down and brushed past her spine. It finally fell on her waist. With a strong pull, Dolores' body immediately fell on his body, and there was not an inch of gap between them.

He put his face on hers, his lips were lightly grazing her earlobes, "I am saying that you are very good at giving me children, why are you flushing red?"

"I'm not flushed red." Dolores retorted. His gaze just now...

"Am I blind then?"

"Yea. You are very blind."

Matthew, "...

"I am ugly, and poor, and not outstanding. But you are still hugging me in this way, if you're not blind then what are you?"

Matthew, "..."

So she was waiting for him to say this.

"You are ugly, and poor, and not outstanding. But I like it this way."

Dolores pushed him away, "Who's believing you."

Matthew kissed her lips, when Dolores struggled, he bit her lip.

"Hiss

Dolores felt pain, and her strength in struggling lowered. He went further and tangled his tongue with hers. He forced her to put her hand into his shirt, and placed her hand on his chest. In a blur, he said, "I hand my heart to you."

Dolores felt a little heartache. She said in dejection, "I only want mutual trust."

"I know."

Matthew let go of her, and kissed the corner of her eyes lightly, "Perhaps he found out about your relationship with Victoria."

Dolores couldn't put her head to this all of a sudden. After a few seconds, she managed to understand what he had just said. She nodded her head in agreement, "I thought so too."

If not, Jeffery wouldn't have changed his attitude so abruptly.

This was what Matthew had worried about, and it had now happened.

He needed to know what Jeffery knew.

He put the car keys into Dolores' hand, "You go back first."

"What about you?" She asked.

But very quickly she understood what he wanted to do.

He needed to know how much did Jeffery know about this matter, and how he had found out.

Dolores took the car keys, and walked towards the car. Matthew stood by the roadside and made a phone call to Boyce.

Dolores turned around, "Come back earlier."

Matthew agreed to it.

She opened the car door and got on the car. Then, she turned on the engine and slowly moved towards the road.

She looked at him through the car window.

Matthew held his phone, his gaze met hers in the air, "I am at YT Road, come pick me up."

Very quickly, their gaze broke, and Dolores could only look at him through the rear-view mirror.

His body was getting smaller and smaller.

When she couldn't see him anymore, then only she retracted her gaze and paid attention to the road in front.

When the car reached the turning point next to the villa, suddenly a black shadow emerged from a dark spot, and Dolores quickly slammed on the brake.

Screech-

The screeching sounds of the tyres rang in the air.