Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 246 You Can Only Be Mine

Buzz...

Dolores Flores' cell phone on the bedside table vibrated at the crack of dawn.

The lady could be seen being wrapped up and was sleeping deeply in the man's arms on the large double bed roughly in the dim light. She was sleeping on her side with her head pillowed on his arms. Her long black silky hair fell over the pillow.

Matthew Nelson slept lightly, he opened his eyes slowly. He glanced around the room and eventually fixed his gaze at the vibrating mobile phone on the bedside table.

Dolores was awakened by the buzzing phone too. She wriggled herself as she felt unpleasant about the noise and her brows were firmly knitted in a frown.

Matthew hit the answer button to avoid awakening Dolores.

Matthew had no idea who was the one calling because the number was not saved.

As the call was got through, a male voice was heard over the phone.

"Are you still serious about treating me to a meal?"

Matthew pulled out his watch and looked at the time, it was now 5:10. Why did Charles White call Dolores at such an early hour?

And why did he mention that she will treat him to a meal?

Shouldn't he check the time even if he was so eager to be treated?

"It seems like Mr. White is in the mood to have a meal," Matthew said in a serious tone.

Charles did not expect that it was Matthew who answered the phone. He was shocked for a minute and then grinned. "After some thought, I would like to enjoy breakfast with Miss Flores this morning. May I talk to Miss Flores?"

Dolores was awakened once in the night by Matthew. In fact, she couldn't sleep for a long time after seeing what happened to Lacey Ward, then she herself didn't know when she fell asleep. She seemed to hear Matthew talking as she was half-awake with her head burrowed into his arms. She felt the warmth from his body as she was still drowsy, her voice was very deep, soft and a bit hoarse, "Who is it at such an early hour?"

Matthew was about to say no.

Charles heard a faint cry and his face twitched slightly. As he thought that Dolores and Matthew were not close to each other, who knew... They truly slept together just like a normal couple. Charles was a bit upset.

"Good girl. It is just the China Mobile Customer Service who called," Matthew gently stroked her back.

Charles was speechless.

Since when he became the mobile customer service?

"Toot Toot..."

As he was about to speak, but the phone was hung up.

Charles glanced at the hung-up phone in his hand. He wasn't able to respond for a long time. He couldn't believe that Matthew really hung up his phone.

He was such a narrow-minded man!

They were in the room.

Matthew placed his arm around her and caresses her back.

Dolores was not awake as she had slept too late the night before and was now back in her dreams.

Matthew dropped his head and watched her sleep softly. Dolores fell asleep on the sofa last night, and he took her back to the room where he slept, rather than the room where she slept with the two children. Despite the fact that she was too tired and could not d anything last night, it was still nice to be able to cuddle together.

He kissed her cheek.

He must have wanted to sleep with her if she was wide awake. He wanted Dolores to feel him vividly. He wanted her to feel his warmth, his sensations, his delight, his upsurge of emotion. Matthew wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes as he was preparing to sleep for a little longer...

Rat-a-tat

There was a pounding knock outside.

Matthew was speechless.

All he could do was nothing but just cuddling his wife and got a little more sleep. Why could someone come and disturb him?

"Mummy, mummy. Are you in?"

Simona Flores awoke and found that there was nobody in the room so she went to knock on Matthew's door.

"Daddy, daddy, mama is nowhere to be found."

"Is it Simona?" Dolores raised her head and opened her drowsy eyes. She looked at the door and discovered that this was not the room she had slept in the night before. She was now more clear-headed and pulled the blankets aside to get up and open the door.

Matthew was speechless.

Did she notice him? Why did she get up straight away after she awoke?

Dolores opened the door and found a little person dressed in pyjamas with her hanging over her shoulder standing in front of her. She was clutching her favourite stuffed toy, bending her head and blinking, "Mommy, why did you come to sleep here?"

She recalled that mommy was sleeping with her in her arms last night, and when she woke up, she found that mommy was in daddy's room.

Dolores stroked her hair as she bent down and looked her daughter in the eyes and said, "Last night, last night..."

She had no idea how to explain it to her daughter.

Simona was puzzled and her small face crumpled. Could it be that mommy did not sleep with her last night and it was just a dream?

"I want you to sleep with me, let's go!" Simona drew Dolores.

Dolores was pulled away by her daughter before she could even close the door.

At the same time, Armand Bernie came and rubbed his eyes as he saw the half-open door behind Dolores. Wasn't that Matthew's room?

Last night, the two children insisted to sleep with Dolores and the bed was too small for all of them so Matthew was driven out of the room. But then why did she come out from his room?

Last night... His expression was like he understood everything. He smiled politely, "Good morning, young Mrs. Nelson".

Dolores took one glance at him and realized that he had misunderstood. His greeting gave her goose-bumps.

"Good morning, Armand," Simona said cheerfully.

Armand walked over and stretched out to stroke her lovely tiny cheeks, but Matthew's enraged expression flashed across his memory, and his hand shrank for a time. He then caressed her head instead, "Good morning, Simona."

No one else was not allowed to touch Simona's face, according to Matthew.

He grinned at Dolores after greeting Simona.

Dolores pretended to be calm and ignore his expressive smile as she scooped up her kid and returned to her room.

Armand came to Matthew's room door, which was half open, he did not even have to push open it. He leaned against the door frame and looked at the guy who was holding the blanket as he was lying on the bed. He then grinned and asked, "Last night, did you get your way?"

Did he get his way?

Was it considered as yes if he just cuddled her?

"I just saw young Mrs Nelson exited this room." "Don't tell me you're a gentleman," Armand said.

Matthew's eyes twitched. Wait. Did he just refer to Dolores as young Mrs Nelson?

"What did you refer to her as?" He said as he sat up abruptly and glanced at Armand, who was standing in the doorway and smirked.

"Young Mrs Nelson." "Look at her, she is so youthful and looks just like a college student and you are thirty-something, I have to call her young Mrs. Nelson," Armand said casually.

So, according to Armand, he was old, wasn't he? Matthew's brows furrowed.

"From now on, please don't refer to her as such." Matthew would never agree that he was becoming old.

Dolores, on the other hand, did appear youthful.

"Okay, eight years of age difference is not large. It's nothing more than when she was ten years old, you have become an adult, and when she became an adult, you... also not that old...," Armand smashed his mouth twice.

To Matthew, he quickly changed 'you're old' to 'also not that old'. He was scared of irritating him and letting him lose his temper.

"I'm going to get something to eat." He walked away just like the vanishing wind from the door after he said.

Matthew, who was likewise unable to sleep, just got up.

When he cleaned up, he glanced in the mirror and looked at himself left and right. A question popped out in his mind, was he old?

Will Dolores replace him too old?

He couldn't help but felt upset and anxious.

"What are you looking at?" Dolores wondered what she had seen and initially wanted to ask him why he didn't send her back to the two children's room last night which caused Simona to wake up so early and to be misunderstood by Armand.

She wasn't expecting to see Matthew standing in front of the mirror, looking at himself. It was not necessary to look closely at his own face to appreciate his handsomeness, wasn't it?

Was he Matthew?

Matthew was speechless.

When did this woman enter the room?

How could she walk without making a sound?

"Sorry for bothering you, you may just continue..." Dolores was about to turn around, but her wrist was grasped. She then whirled around and before she could say anything to question him, she slammed into a strong chest. She was held tightly in his arms. She could feel that every beat of his heart was scorching her skin. His eyes were blazing. "Do I look old?"

Dolores was speechless.

"Not old..." Dolores forced herself to answer him. This man went insane to get up that early in the morning to do such shocking things.

His knitted frown smoothed as he relieved a grin, and he bent his head to softly bite her lips. He was so dominating and frenzied. "You can only belong to me, even if I'm old."