Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 130

The night was quiet.

Matthew’s car stopped in front of the villa and the headlights turned off. He opened the door and got out.

Passing through the front yard to the door of the villa, he pushed it open to reveal the living room that was lit with soft yellow night light. It was quiet as if everyone had already gone to sleep; there was no sound.

He took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa. Pulling at his collar, he walked towards the room where Samuel slept.

Pushing open the door he saw that the light was still on. Dolores was lying on one side of the bed with Simona in her arms.

Simona’s eyes were red as if she had just cried. She was sleeping but still sobbing occasionally.

Matthew hadn’t come back. She had sat on the sofa to wait for him and had not wanted to sleep.

No matter what Dolores tried, she couldn’t coax her.

When it was almost midnight, she was still unwilling to sleep even though her eyelids were drooping sleepily. Dolores picked her up and took her to the room but she burst into tears and asked Dolores if her Daddy didn’t want her anymore.

Dolores had hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, and she had told her that it wasn’t true.

But she hadn’t believed her. Children raised by a single parent were insecure like this, Simona was no different.

She kept saying while buried in Dolores arms that she was a child without a father.

She had cried and Dolores had cried with her.

Later she was tired from crying and had fallen asleep in Dolores arms.

Dolores kept hugging her, not letting her go and had fallen asleep with her.

Samuel was sleeping on the other side of the bed. The bed was wide so the three of them didn’t look crowded. Matthew walked over and gently removed Dolores arm from around Simona and wrapped it around his neck. He wrapped his own arms around her waist and picked her up.

Dolores felt that someone was moving her. She opened her eyes and saw that it was Matthew. She said sleepily, “You…”

He shushed her with a look.

Dolores swallowed the words back and let Matthew take her out of the room.

Matthew took her upstairs.

“Did you drink?” Dolores asked him.

The smell of alcohol on his body was very strong, mixed with perfume.

“Yeah.”

Dolores lowered her eyes, “Who did you drink with?”

He didn’t want to mention Maria so he said, “No one you should be worried about.”

Dolores smiled but said nothing.

Looking at her care-free smile, Matthew asked, “Why the smile?”

Dolores said half-truthfully, “You are a married man, don’t mess around outside.”

Matthew smiled faintly and pressed his forehead on to hers, “Then satisfy me so I don’t look outside.”

While speaking, he opened the door of the upstairs room with his foot.

Dolores had never come into this room. The light in the bedroom was very dim and there are shadows everywhere. Compared to the room downstairs, this one was deep and dark. The main color theme was of black and gray, full of a sense of oppressions and aggressiveness.

Matthew placed her on a large soft bed. Her body sank down in the mattress as he leaned on top of her, his arms propped on her sides.

He looked down at her.

Dolores felt a little uneasy and she turned her head slightly.

Matthew held her chin, not allowing her to escape.

“Look at me.” He commanded.

He took her hand and placed in on his heart. He could feel her hand on his chest through his shirt. His voice was deep and low, “How are you willing to repay me?”

“Repay… What are you…?” Dolores was stiff and dared not to move.

She was afraid that he would lose his control.

His arms softened as he leaned into her body, pressing close into her body. He buried his head in her neck and greedily kissed her fragrant hair, neck and earlobes…

The heat of his breath shattered her into a million pieces, making her feel numb and itchy at the same time.

She was really nervous.

He was also forbearing, “I have done so much for you, shouldn’t you repay me?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Dolores pretended to be calm, but her hand was already clenching the quilt tightly, wrinkling the smooth fabric.

Her held her earlobe between his teeth, biting on it. Dolores pushed him away forcefully, “You are drunk…”