Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 35

Helen entered the office with some documents in her hands, and when she caught sight of Dolores, a hint of brutality flashed across her eyes.

Was this woman trying to seduce Matthew while she was gone?

Matthew was hers. Dolores should never trespass this area!

She wanted to slap Dolores so much.

However, at this moment, Matthew spoke up instead. “What’s the matter?”

“I need your signature on this document,” Helen hid the brutality away immediately, forcing a smile while answering him.

He grabbed the documents and started to leaf through them. He paused to ask Dolores to leave. “You’re not needed here at the moment. You may leave us now.”

Dolores gave him a small nod before exiting his office.

“Matthew, she—”

“I have asked for her to translate something for me. Is there something wrong with that?” His face was unfazed as he interrupted her.

There were no traces of him lying by looking at his face. He was secretly taking responsibility for what had happened to Dolores recently. He knew full well about Helen’s unfriendly attitude toward Dolores, but he couldn’t do anything to change the situation.

He had some responsibility when it came to Helen.

“No, nothing.” Helen walked over and started to give him a massage. “You can leave such things to me in the future.”

Matthew simply mumbled some response.

*****

After getting off work, Dolores stood by the road next to the building. She saw a black car slowly emerged from the garage and she unconsciously straightened her back. She knew the identity of that person in the driver’s seat.

The black car rolled to a stop in front of her. Abbott wasn’t with Matthew so he was driving himself. The window rolled down and Matthew’s calm gaze came into view.

Dolores was wearing a red dress with a flat collar. Her waistline was accentuated and the dress reached just below her knees. Her pale legs were exposed to the slightly chilly night air.

As she felt his burning gaze, Dolores hastily explained. “I didn’t want to be dressed too casually and embarrass you. After all, I am still your ‘wife.’ ”

She was deliberately giving the explanation because she was afraid Randolph would see through her lies and realize they didn’t love each other.

During afternoon break, Dolores had specifically returned to the villa and picked out the particular dress. She’d never worn it before. It was given to her by Sampson on her eighteenth birthday.

Dolores was always fair-skinned and the bright red colored dress was able to emphasize her skin’s contours even more. Her collar bones were sculpted and her neck was without any excess fat. She exuded charm.

She was a sight to behold.

A faint glint appeared in Matthew’s eyes and he dully said “Get in the car.”

She sat in the passenger’s seat while thinking about what would happen next. Since they were returning to the Flores family home, she had to put on her best performance.

Matthew was strangely too calm and Dolores couldn’t guess what was on his mind at all.

Could it be that her attire was not appropriate? She rarely wore anything that stood out like the bright red dress. Back then, Sampson had commented that it suited her very well.

As the scenery flashed by outside the window, the shadows moved ambiguously across Matthew’s handsome face. He looked like someone who only existed in a dream.

He felt unreal and distant, just like their relationship; so near, yet so far.

After deliberating for a while, she voiced her concerns. “Is my dress not up to your standards?”

Matthew’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel, but his fingers jerked up slightly. He shot her a glance and spoke up. “You’re fine.”

Dolores relaxed the tension in her body a little, while not wanting to continue the conversation.

Neither of them spoke for a while and a blanket of oppressing silence hung over the air in the car.

Dolores’ gaze swept over his hands gripping the steering wheel. His fingers were long and chiseled. His fingernails were immaculate. It was another sight to behold. His fingers had the same impact on others as his face. It was an unforgettable sight.

“Do they look that good?” His gaze was still trained on the road ahead.

After hearing what he said, Dolores only then realized she’d been staring at him for some time. She instantly shifted her gaze elsewhere and pretended not to hear him.

Matthew turned toward her slowly with his lips curled into a devious smile. “Is my face more good-looking than my fingers?”

Dolores continued to pretend not to hear him and even pretended to fall asleep.

She was criticizing him furiously in her heart. Where did his aloofness and nobility disappear to?

Why did he suddenly sound like a narcissist?

After roughly twenty minutes, the car stopped in front of the Flores family villa.

Randolph was home earlier than usual, and Beulah had been busy preparing the dishes for dinner. The scale and quality of the food were very acceptable, in Randolph’s opinion. He seemed like he’d forgotten about their previous unhappy altercation for the moment.

“The First Miss is home,” the maid arrived to announce.

Randolph peeked at Beulah and Annabelle as he warned them in a low tone. “This is a very important ordeal for me. Don’t do anything that could ruin this meeting!”

Beulah suppressed the anger in her heart as she straightened his suit. “You have nothing to worry about. We’ll never talk back or retaliate, even if she comes at us with fury. As long as she lends you a hand in the company’s matters, I can still do all of this for you considering I can be of no help to you in the company. So, she can vent her anger all she’d like.”

Randolph felt Beulah didn’t waste any of his sentiments toward her in the past. “When the crisis in the company has been resolved, I’ll compensate you nicely.”

Once Beulah gave her nod of approval, Randolph went to the door, wanting to welcome Dolores and Matthew personally.

Dolores was standing next to Matthew, holding the contract regarding the piece of land in Repulse Bay.

Matthew stole a glance at her and held out his arm. “Take my arm.”

Dolores followed suit and together they entered the villa.

“Please, please, come in. I’m so honored you could join us for dinner this evening.” Randolph welcomed them with open arms.

He didn’t act like his usual arrogant and entitled self at all. Instead, he was gracious and flattering.

Matthew never had any good feelings toward Randolph, so he just nodded slightly while keeping his mouth shut and maintaining his indifference.