Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 282

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.