Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 67: Offer Yourself?

Matthew was worn out and his expression changed when he heard what Dolores said.

He braced up and leaned against the car and laughed, "Can't I come to see my wife?"

Dolores frowned. How can he be so shameless? They had divorced!

Matthew was still with that sluggish attitude, "I don't mind. Go and tell your son about our relationship..."

"What do you want?" Dolores was upset. Was he a rascal?

His smile disappeared as he said suddenly, "If you don't want me to go into your house, then you come over to me."

Dolores stood still at her position. She pondered for a while. Samuel was a very sensitive boy. After that incident, Samuel became very hostile towards him. If he entered the house, how would she tell the child about his identity?

Matthew couldn't see clearly and closed his eyes. He said with his raspy and hoarse voice, "My time is limited just as my patience is limited."

Dolores moved very slowly and he waited patiently. With each step that she took, the outline of his body became clearer. He was distanced from the con job and rife of business. He left the unscrupulous dealings and became indescribably tender. His expression was no longer as stiff as his words. There was an additional trace of tenderness in him. Dolores had never seen this side of him but she knew that he remains who he was and will never change.

She wrung her hands, composed herself, and begged, "Please, don't interfere with my life anymore."

Matthew lifted his tired eyes and looked at the woman, "How will you beg me?" and scoffed, "You must be sincere if you want to request for something. So how will you show your sincerity? Offer yourself?" What did he mean? Did he regard her as a loose woman? Yes, she lost her virginity at eighteen but that didn't mean that she was a woman who slept around! Dolores' face turned blue from anger and her shoulders started to tremble vigorously, the tone of her voice changed, "Are you a scoundrel?”

She was so angry that her cheeks tighten and her veins throbbed. A few strains of out of place hair around her neck made her look extremely feminine. Matthew swallowed his saliva and felt that he must be insane. He was aroused when he saw her getting angry.

He reached out to grab Dolores' waist and pull her into his embrace. When she realized what was happening, her hands began to slap his chest and struggled, "Let go of me!"

Matthew took a deep breath and not only didn't ease his grip but he increased his hold on her waist. He grabbed her hands and then said softly, "Behave yourself."

Dolores glared at him. Why did he interfere with her life? Was it so difficult for her to have a peaceful life with her children?

"I'm exhausted." Matthew placed his chin on her shoulder and his nose took in her fragrance. He buried his face into her neck and said with a deep voice, "Find a place for me to rest." He was really tired.

Dolores realized that his eye bags were dark and his body was limp, "You, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

He acknowledged. Dolores was stunned but couldn't bear not to take care of him.

"I'll replace you a hotel, okay?" Dolores asked.

"Okay."

Dolores put him into the car and put on his seatbelt. She closed the door and then got into the driver's seat and drove the car. She was familiar with that place and easily found a hotel. About five minutes later, Dolores found a five-star hotel and stopped the car. She tossed the car key to the hotel staff to help Matthew out of the car.

"I'm only taking you to the hotel. You'll have to pay for your own room." Dolores said clearly.

He was very rich while she had to earn every single cent of hers. She cannot spend unnecessarily. She needed to save money for her two children. All the daily expenses and education required money. They were growing and there were a lot of expenses. She needed to be the children's strong backing. She will not allow her children to suffer because of the lack of money.

Matthew was tall and she would struggle to support him. He would not put his full body weight on her but he didn't expect this woman to draw a clear line between them for everything. Now she was a famous designer and was not penniless. It was just a night's room charge. How could she be so calculative?

His arm rested on her shoulder and transferred his weight onto her. Dolores felt the weight on her shoulders had increased. Now she was struggling with each step. In her heart, she continued to murmur against this man. Why was he so heavy like a pig when he didn't look fat at all?

As they approached the front desk, Dolores asked, "Where are your identity card and wallet?"

Matthew leaned on her and barely opened his eyes and struggled to speak, "My identity card is in my pants pocket but I don't have any money."

"..." Dolores clenched her teeth and wanted so much to just dump him there and walk away.

Why didn't he take any money with him? Okay, he indeed didn't have the habit of having cash with him. Normally he would have the driver and Abbott with him.

He should at least have some cards if he didn't have cash. Dolores felt his pockets. Her fingers were slim, long, and delicate. Each time she felt along his body, he would tense up a little. Each time she touched him was electrifying and irresistible.

What laughable self-control! He became a joke in front of this woman. He would get aroused with each of her touches. Matthew closed his eyes.

Dolores felt a wallet in his pocket. She opened it and was stunned. Didn't he say that he didn't have money? So what were all these bills? Dolores rolled her eyes but didn't take the cash. She took out a card and gave it to the front desk, "Presidential suite with the best service. He'll have any service that requires to be paid."

He was loaded anyway!

Matthew, "..."

Front desk, "..."

Were rich people so willful?

The lady at the front desk fidgeted for a while and lifted her head to ask, "Is there any PIN?"

Dolores jabbed him at the abdomen. His chest ached from her beating and now his abdomen also hurt. He felt that he was about to die, "No."

"No PIN."

The front desk returned the card along with the room card to Dolores, "Top-level, Room 888. Presidential suite is inclusive of specialized service. A hundred and eight thousand yuan in total.

A hundred thousand for a night? Dolores felt a shiver, it was too expensive. Luckily she was not the one who paid the bill.

Dolores placed the card into the wallet and put the wallet back into his pocket. They took the lift to the top level. Once they got out of the lift, Dolores supported him to look for Room 888. She swiped with the card to open the door.

The door unlocked with a 'ding'. Dolores pushed the door. Two grand crystal chandeliers hung from the high red and gold ceiling. The crystal chandeliers scattered the lights giving the room a noble and luxurious feel.

There were glass panel windows all around to reveal the beautiful capital. The curtains were flannel and lacy. In the middle of the living room was a deep red European style sofa. In the spacious living space, there were luxurious chairs, cabinets, and other furniture. It was designed to look like western palaces. Dolores thought to herself that the money could have been better spent elsewhere.

She supported Matthew in and pushed open the bedroom door. There was a deep red colored bed headboard, a low stool at the foot of the bed, white carpet, and silk bedding with gold trims.

Everything was high end and luxurious to the eyes as well as to the senses. Dolores pushed him onto the bed, she was exhausted.

Matthew fell into the bedding and rubbed his wounds causing him to frown.

"Have a good rest. I've ordered the best service for you. You will have a very comfortable evening. I won't bother you further." After finishing the words, Dolores turned to leave...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐