Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 80: I Prefer to Prove It by Myself

Dolores didn't feel curious when she saw Abbott. After all, it was Matthew who had forced her to come back to the country, so naturally he must know her residence.

She also wanted to have a talk with him.

"Let's go." Dolores headed towards Abbott's car.

Abbott was not in a hurry to follow her; he shot a glance at Terry, saying, "If I see you pestering her next time, I won't let go of you this kindly."

Only then did he get into the car after giving the man who was pestering Dolores the warning.

Dolores remained quiet and didn't say anything. She just looked out of the car window blandly.

Abbott turned his head to steal a glance at her and then concentrated on the driving. On the way to the villa, Dolores felt that the sceneries passing through the car windows were getting more and more familiar. Six years had passed, yet it seemed like everything had not changed.

Dolores slightly furrowed her brows.

Although she hadn't lived in the villa for too long, she could still clearly remember everything happened here.

The car soon came to a halt. Dolores heaved a long sigh to calm down herself before pushing open the door.

Abbott didn't intend to get into the villa together with her and instructed, "Mr. Nelson is waiting for you inside. You go in by yourself."

Dolores casted a look at him and asked, "Do you know why he wants to meet me?"

"I'm not that clear of it as it's my boss' private affairs."

Dolores chuckled when recalling that Abbott was Matthew's subordinate, so how could he inform her in advance if Matthew wanted to do something bad to her?

Her question just now was way too superfluous.

She walked towards the door and took a deep breath before pushing open it.

In the right part of the spacious, simple, well-lighted and spotless living room laid a piano, which was sent by Randolph back then. It was still placed at the same position and it seemed that it had never been moved.

In that year, she left the country hurriedly after the accident without taking any of her belongings. She didn't even have time to pack her clothes, not to mention the piano.

Dolores stepped into the house.

The decorations here were as the same as they were before her leaving, and it seemed everything had not changed.

"Do you remember this place?"

A man in a black shirt was standing on the second floor. The top button of his shirt was unclasped and his sleeves were rolled up to his arms, which exposed his beefy arms. With one hand in his pocket, he was holding a goblet with the other hand and was swirling the red liquor in it. The liquor was dancing like a thing alive in the glass along with his movements.

Dolores looked up with a light smile, "Mr. Nelson."

Matthew's expressions froze a bit. Mr. Nelson?

She had been addressing him as 'Mr. Nelson' back then, but after hearing her addressing him as 'Matthew', he didn't like that address any longer because it sounded unfamiliar and alienated.

He preferred her to call him Matthew.

"Are you familiar with this place?" He walked downstairs while asking.

"It's been a long time and I can't remember it clearly." Dolores refused to admit it and denied all her memories about Matthew as well as her feelings for him.

"You called me here, and you want to talk about some matters with me, right?" Dolores walked to the sofa and sat down with her legs gracefully crossed and one of her hand on the sofa armrest, "I happened to have something to talk to you, Mr. Nelson."

She had something to talk to him?

Matthew felt a bit surprised about this.

He put the glass of red wine in front of her, "For you."

Dolores expressed her gratitude politely, "Thank you."

Matthew raised his brows. Judging from her tone and attitude, was she really going to treat him as a stranger?

He suppressed the displeasure and sat down opposite to her.

"What do you want to talk with me?"

Dolores clasped her hands tightly, "Six years ago you said you wanted a divorce. We've made the agreement back then and we should have divorced. Nevertheless, due to my accident, we didn't get the divorce certificates in the end. I feel very sorry for all the inconvenience that this has caused to you. And I come to you to go through the procedures for getting the divorce certificates..."

"This is what you want to talk to me?" Matthew interrupted her.

He had told her last time, that he had cancelled the engagement banquet with Maria. Now she came to him and said these to him?

Hadn't he made it clear last time?

Matthew's face darkened.

"Yeah. Mr. Nelson, I've carefully considered your words. Even if you can accept that, I can't. So, just like what we had agreed in the past, I want a divorce now."

Dolores realized that her palms were covered by a layer of sweats after finishing the words.

Matthew sneered.

He leaned back on the sofa and stared at her with a composed look.

Dolores felt uneasy and nervous under his gaze.

She finally calmed down herself after a long while, "If you're free now, we can go through the procedures today..."

Seeming to thinking of something, Dolores chuckled self-depreciatingly, "Oh, I forgot it. Mr. Nelson doesn't need to handle such kind of thing in person. You just need to give an order to Abbott Baron." Matthew frowned and asked, "Finished?"

Dolores nodded and straightened up her back, ready to listen to his intentions.

Matthew didn't say anything; instead, he opened a piece of social news in his phone and then handed the phone to Dolores.

Dolores was puzzled and looked over curiously. When she saw the photo, she became highly strung up and hurriedly reached out to grab the phone. The person in the photo was his son and it seemed to be taken in a private room of a restaurant. The object in Samuel's hands was quite eye-catching, and Matthew's side face was also photographed clearly.

"What's this?"

"When I was having a negotiation with Mr. Powell of SD Corporation, your son broke into the room with that object in his hands and said that it was mine in front of everyone. The scene was photographed by someone with bad intentions and was then published on the Internet." He reached out, unclasped the button of his neckline and said nonchalantly, "The news has spread out. Do you know how the others comment about me?"

Dolores pondered why Samuel made troubles for Matthew. But what shocked her most was that how he managed to get the Durex.

He was just a five-year-old boy.

"Sorry. I will discipline him..." Wait, something must have been wrong. Samuel could by no means get the Durex, what if the Durex was really from Matthew?

"It's not mine." Matthew said in a gloomy voice after seeing through Dolores' mind. If it was not because of his remaining reasons, he would have grabbed her collar and shouted at her: I don't have the habit of carrying condoms together with me at any time!

Dolores sneered, "My son is so young. I'm afraid that he doesn't even know what it is. Moreover, why didn't he give it to others, but to you?

Dolores trusted her son inwardly.

Although he did have some petty tricks, he would by no means be able to come up with such a trick to frame Matthew.

Alas.

All right.

Matthew stood to his feet and unfastened the buttons of his shirt one by one while staring at Dolores patronizingly.

Dolores uncontrollably moved backward and stared at him vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Matthew chuckled, "Of course I should prove to you that I don't have the habit of using condoms."

"I'll ask him about this when I come back. Let's stop here today." After finishing the words, she stood up to leave.

Matthew grabbed her wrist, "It's not up to you."

Dolores felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest as she was extremely nervous at the moment. She even didn't dare to turn her head to look at him, "I will investigate into it. If I've wronged you, I will apologize to you later, Mr. Nelson."

"I prefer to prove it by myself." He suddenly exerted some forces on his hand and Dolores felt back into the sofa. At the next moment, Matthew leaned forward...☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐