Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 90: Return the Favor with Your Body

Matthew's body leaned over. Dolores couldn't help but moving backward. However she didn't have much space to move as the back of the seat was behind her.

Soon his sturdy pecs pressed on her, almost seamless. She could clearly feel his temperature. She stiffened without any guts to move.

Matthew licked her hair behind her ear, his lips approaching her cheeks. With a deep voice, he said with a long tone, "You just want to go away after making use of me. Where is my reward?" Dolores didn't answer.

At this moment, she regretted for using him to revenge Maria.

Matthew got up slightly and helped her buckle the safe belt. During the whole process, Dolores dared not to resist anymore.

It was true that she had used him.

Matthew withdrew his body, starting the engine. The car roared away.

Leaning against the car window, Dolores thought for a long while before speaking again, "Just now, I made use of you without your permission. I was abrupt. How much do you want? Matthew was speechless.

He wanted to yell at her, "Do I look like I'm short of money?"

"I don't need money."

Upon hearing it, Dolores couldn't keep calm. "Then what's the reward you want?”

He titled his head and gazed at her, his black eyes full of tenderness and playfulness. "How about return the favor with your body?"

Dolores was too shocked to speak.

The only thought on her mind was to escape from him as soon as possible.

How couldn't she realize that he was shameless before?

Was he a rascal?

Matthew laughed, casting a glance at her eyes. "Are you swearing at me in your heart?"

Dolores' face suddenly tightened, wondering if she had spoken what was on her mind just now.

Did he hear it?

Stammering, she tried to explain, "No. I'm not."

Matthew curled his lips, and kept silent.

Dolores felt a sense of guilt. She wanted to change the subject, so she asked gingerly, "Where are we going?"

"I'm hungry." He looked straight.

Sweat broke on Dolores' body. She dared not to speak anymore.

Whatever she said, Matthew would surely contort the meaning.

"What are you thinking about?" Matthew turned to glance at her.

He felt that she looked a bit pale. As if he had realized something, he chuckled. "I won't eat you. I meant I'm hunger for food."

Dolores still kept silent.

Her face blushed all of a sudden. She misunderstood him just now.

It was all right that she had misunderstood.

But it was discovered by him.

She felt extremely embarrassed.

Bending down her head, she wished she could bury herself in a crack on the ground.

Matthew's gaze fell on her ruby cheeks, his lips curling up.

Soon he parked the car in front of a restaurant entrance.

Dolores took a glance of the outside of the car window. It was a Chinese restaurant.

Unfastening her safe belt, she pushed the car's door open and got off. Matthew was waiting for her in front of the car. "The food served in this Chinese restaurant is good."

Dolores answered him with a faint nasal sound. Still she didn't dare to look at him.

As if she had thought of something, she raised her head suddenly. "This lunch is on me."

Matthew walked over, putting his arm on her shoulder. His posture was just as the same as hers just then. He said ambiguously, "Do you want to drive me away by only such a lunch?" When he was speaking, his breath passed through the hair around her ear.

It seemed that he was flirting with her.

Dolores looked away, regretting very much.

If she had knew it would turn out to end in this way, she wouldn't have provoked him just for revenging Maria.

She felt that she had dug her own grave.

She indeed had pissed Maria off.

But, how about herself?

She had to bear being molested by him.

“I just borrowed your name. One meal is enough." Dolores straightened up her shoulders. Without the support, Matthew had to put down his arm. "Let's go."

Dolores took a step first and walked in.

She found that she was always passive whenever facing Matthew.

She couldn't keep on being like this.

Otherwise, it wouldn't end since he could always request her to do something while holding this matter.

She must turned the table and seize the initiative.

Matthew stared at her slim back and touched his mouth corner, smiling.

After walking in the restaurant, Dolores chose a table beside the French window and sat down.

Matthew walked towards her unhurriedly, sitting opposite to her.

A waiter brought a menu to them.

Taking over the menu, Dolores handed it over to Matthew. "I've never been here before, so I don't know about their special dishes. Please go ahead and order."

Matthew took a glance at her, knowing what was on her mind. He didn't expose it and took over the menu. Then he ordered a few special dishes served in the restaurant and closed the menu. "That's all," he said.

The waiter took back the menu. "All right. One moment please. The dishes will be served soon."

Then he left.

While waiting for the dishes to be served, Matthew supported his forehead with one hand, his gaze sweeping around Dolores' face back and forth.

Under her gaze, Dolores felt uneasy. She reached out her hand to touch her face. "Is there anything on my face?"

"Nah.”

"Then, what are you looking at?"

"The beauty."

Dolores was speechless.

She dodged from his gaze. "What a bore."

Shortly, the waiter brought them dishes.

Those were all special dishes indeed, which Dolores had never tried. She felt starving as soon as seeing them, wondering how they would taste. Matthew served her a bowl of soup. "Try this."

She didn't see any ingredient in the soup but it was white and sticky, emanating a faint scent.

She had planned to have lunch with Theresa, but they met Maria and wasted a lot of time. Now she was really starving.

Especially after smelling the faint scent of the soup, she couldn't wait to start eating.

She used a spoon to get some soup and took a sip. It was fresh and creamy.

"Do you like it?" Matthew stared at her expression.

Dolores nodded. "Yes."

It indeed tasted good.

"And this." Matthew picked up a piece of shrimp cake and put it in her plate.

Dolores looked down, concentrating on her soup.

She was not used to Matthew's kindness and care.

Suddenly she lost her appetite.

She was feeling quite uneasy.

"Why did you call of the engagement?"

She wondered if it was really as Victoria had said ... all because of her.

Taking a sip of the water, Matthew asked, "Why suddenly did you ask about it?"

Dolores looked up at him. "I just want to know."

Matthew put down the water cup unhurriedly. Then he glanced at her. "We don't fit in, so I called it off. There's no other reason."

Sure enough ... where there was expectation, there would be disappointment.

How could it be because of her?

She put on a self-mockery smile.

She laughed at her wishful thinking.

She had been sure it was impossible but she still expected.

"Mr. Nelson, Ms. Herbert has been with you for such a long time. You dumped her all of a sudden. How ruthless."

Chewing the shrimp cake carefully, Matthew put down his chopsticks, as if he was lost in thought.

A while later, he slowly asked, "What did you just call me?"

"Mr. Nelson." Dolores almost answered subconsciously.

He gave her a comment seriously, "I don't like this title."

"Then, President Nelson?" Dolores changed to another one.

"Neither."

Dolores was speechless.

Matthew picked up another piece of shrimp cake, which looked like a white jade, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly. His lips slightly parted. "I think 'Honey' is more pleasant to hear."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐