Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

He knew all too well the type of woman Dolores was!
At the thought of the documents ruined stained by the coffee, he headed to his study to bring them back to the company. He had
to make sure a new copy was printed out for him.
The moment he entered the study, he knew immediately that someone had been there.
Besides Coral and Abbott, there shouldn’t be anyone else who was allowed in the room. Even Helen had never been there
before. Who was that intruder? Had Dolores secretly snuck into his study?
Matthew marched over to his desk and noticed a stack of handwritten documents on the surface. It seemed like translated text.
He picked up the stack and studied the words carefully. The words were very orderly and stylish. With a frown, he thought of the
possibility that it was written by Dolores.
Did she know how to read the language from A Country ? Matthew found it hard to believe.
As he was setting the papers back on the desk so he could look for Dolores to find out what happened, a short memo fell out of
the document.
There was a short paragraph on it:
“I’m sorry I entered your study without your permission. The reason your documents were destroyed was because of my
carelessness. Therefore, I tried, to the best of my abilities, to recover your document. Although I’m not a master at the language
of A Country , I managed to translate it into English so you can understand it. Please accept this as my apology for spilling the
coffee.”
Dolores was the one who had written them.
Matthew gripped the memo so hard it shook and reread it a few more times. The memo was handwritten, too. His anger at her
for intruding into his study had somewhat dissipated.
He stared at the tidy words and gained a sudden and intense curiosity about Dolores. Somehow, she knew such a rare
language.
Matthew placed the memo on the desk and fetched to documents. He grabbed the rest of his things and left for the office.
*****

When Dolores woke up, it was already noon. She was a little embarrassed at herself for waking up this late.
Coral had prepared some food for her and placed it on the table, smiling gently. “I’ve been the only one here for so long. The
young master is never one to sleep past the early mornings. Ever since you moved in, this place feels a little livelier.”
Dolores gave Coral a smile in return. “Didn’t Ms. White often come here in the past?”
Coral’s features froze as she pondered. ‘Is Ms. Flores jealous of Ms. White?’
Dolores hadn’t meant her question as anything more than simple curiosity, but right after she brought it up, she instantly
regretted it.
“She wasn’t always here. The young master was cold towards her...”
The change displayed by Matthew confused Coral, too. Why had his attitude toward her taken a sudden turn for the better after
only one business trip? He never had feelings for Helen all the years prior, so what prompted him to fall for her in just a few
days? Coral couldn’t come to a singular conclusion.
Dolores remembered a saying about how difficult it was to guess a woman’s thoughts. She reckoned it could apply to men, too.
And it included someone like Matthew.
Since Dolores had failed to secure the job, she decided not to continue to waste her life away sitting at home. She knew she
needed to have a stable job. She wouldn’t be able to retrieve her mother’s dowry at the moment.
Dolores had little left in her savings. Although she didn’t need to spend a lot while living with Matthew, her mother still needed
money to survive.
After finishing her meal, she left the house. She was someone with no real academic qualifications; so, naturally, it was hard for
her to find a decent job.
After facing rejection after rejection, Dolores deduced she could only look for low-paying jobs at the moment.
There was a high-class restaurant looking for waiters and waitresses. It was a job that didn’t require any academic qualifications.
As long as she was quick-witted and reactive, she could manage the position. She needed to be making at least some money,
so she headed into the restaurant for an interview.

Although Dolores hadn’t finished her university courses, she was still someone who had gone to university. She had the sensible
soft skills needed to excel at such a job. She was extremely witty, too.
The manager of the restaurant hired her. She could start her job as soon as the next day.
At least she’d secured a job. Dolores felt far less stressed compared to before. She left the restaurant and walked through the
city.
Under the twilight sky, the last hue of sunlight dyed the sky a blinding orange and red. The remaining light from the sun cast a
glow onto the streets. Dolores’ shadow stretched infinitely under the glow of the sun.
She was all alone, walking on the streets. It felt somewhat lonely.
“Dolores.”
Dolores turned to search for the source of the voice. She saw Sampson strutting toward her
“I thought I was seeing things.” Sampson smiled.
“Dr. Herbert.” Dolores was astonished to see him again. “Why are you still in the country?”
He hesitated as he looked at Dolores. “I’m here for work.”
Dolores recalled what happened at the hospital the other day. The administrator of the hospital had been enticing Sampson to
work for him, so she understood why he was still in the city.
“The hospital must have given you a very rewarding package, no?” Dolores asked with envy.
Dolores had to take care of her mother and the strenuous situation caused her to drop out of the university. It was really hard for
her to get any decent job at the moment.
Sampson gave her a warm smile. “It wasn’t too bad.”
If it wasn’t for the fact Dolores decided not to return to her country, he wouldn’t have stayed, no matter how good the package
was.
In the city, there were too many people and things he would rather forget.

Dolores looked up at the vast sky. It was gradually getting dark. She realized she had already lived there for two whole months.
At that moment, she was struck by uncertainty and helplessness. It wasn’t an easy feat to take back what was rightfully hers.
She’d come to realize that after paying a costly price.
Sampson could relate to her concerns. He reached out and brushed away some of her messy strands of hair behind her ear.
“You can confide in me any trouble you may be having at the moment.”
Dolores shook her head, recalling the days when he helped her a great deal.
They had spent some time with each other, albeit only for a short period, and he could still guess what she was thinking. She
wanted to shoulder her burdens all by herself without relying on anybody.
“You’re too hard-headed.”
She was indeed too hard-headed, and it made him feel sorry for her.
Dolores pressed her lips slightly upon hearing that. It was not as if she didn’t want to seek any help. She was afraid she couldn’t
repay the kindness gifted to her.
After all, she was quite poor.
“It’s getting dark now, aren’t you going home, Dr. Herbert?” Dolores asked.
Dolores had been addressing him as Dr. Herbert as long as they’d known each other.
“Lola.” Sampson stared at her. “Can you please stop calling me Dr. Herbert?”
He continued to look at her seriously. “Call me by my name or you can call me anything else. We’ve known each other for a long
time and are more like brother and sister than anything else. ‘Dr. Herbert’ sounds like we’re strangers. What do you think?”
Dolores mulled over his words. He was older than her and had always watched over her like an elder brother would.
“Shall I call you brother then?”
“Yes.” Sampson took the chance and pulled her into his embrace.

He smiled meekly, “Just call me your brother.”
*****
“Matthew, isn’t that Ms. Flores?”
Matthew, who was driving, didn’t pay usually any attention to pedestrians. However, when Helen pointed out a couple, he shifted
his gaze toward them...