Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 192 I’m Not Young Anymore

Matthew's face was engulfed in a halo which was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, the fire of
desire was not fading but growing instead.

"I got it." Dolores let out something that was unrelated.

"What do you know?" Matthew said, frowning.

"Sampson Hebert is aware of it as well; she was the one
who sent me the message to catch me out." She stated this on purpose to distract Matthew’s attention.

Of course, Sampson understood that everything at that time was made up by her.

Sampson’s face looked serious as he thought about this woman.

Dolores remained still and sought to get out from beneath him, but Matthew pressed on
her shoulder and it was only then that he realized she was doing it on purpose.

The lust in his eyes was about to overflow like water meanwhile he said, “I’m not young anymore, how
long are you going to keep me waiting.”

"I've heard that sex is the best way to express love," he whispered as his body bent lower and flirted
beside her ear.

Boom!

Dolores' mind went blank for a time. She couldn't believe he was saying such words.

How could he be so shameless?

"You are not good-looking, but how can I be so eager to get you?" Mathew pinched her face.
Her face was squeezed and was examined from side to side. His eyes brimmed with a powerful trace



of a smile, "You say you're not good-looking, how can I be so eager to get you?"

"If I am not good-looking, do you still want to...?" Dolores quickly closed her mouth; you still wanted
to sleep with me almost out of her mouth.

She was flushed. She was so shy that she couldn’t face him.

It was very embarrassing.

Especially she was in front of him.

Matthew grinned and asked, knowingly, "What else do I want to do?"

"Get up, I'm starving." Dolores attempted to flee.

"I feed you, isn't that good?" Matthew's face straightened, he bent his head and kissed her lips.

"..." Dolores was speechless.

Knock, knock!

Dolores’ eyes widened as she heard a tap on the door. This person had arrived at the right time as she
was looking for an explanation.

"Open the door quickly." Dolores pressed against him.

Matthew didn't move, and his face wasn't as brisk as it had been.

Who arrived at such an inconvenient time?

"Dad," says the knock.

A little voice followed the knock on the door.



"It’s Simona." Dolores’ voice was trembling, that was her daughter.

She turned to stare at the man above her and was irritated that her daughter had called him instead
of her.

"Are you there, Daddy?" She said again.

Matthew had to get up then reluctantly because his daughter was waiting outside.

He reached to retrieve Dolores’ clothing and she smacked his hand. It seemed like she was irritated
because her daughter didn't call her, despite the fact that she was the one who gave birth to her,
and had raised for six years but ended up being so close to this man.

Matthew saw her dissatisfaction and rubbed her nose, "Are you jealous of your daughter?"

Dolores didn't say anything as she lowered her head to knot the lacing on her garments.

"We are father and daughter, blood is thicker than water"

It was natural that they were close because they were biologically related.

Dolores didn't want to talk to him and hurried over to open the door. Simona had no idea
Dolores had returned, and as soon as the door opened, she shouted out for her father.

"Mommy, where have you been all this time, Daddy, and I have been seeking for you for a
long time, I miss you so much," she said and her eyes were red and filled with tears as she
saw it was Dolores.

"Mommy," she shouted and flung herself into her arms with her arms wrapping around
her waist. She burrowed into her arms.

She worried that her mother will hide again since she can't see her.



Boyce Shawn stood at the door, Matthew had been in the home all day with Dolores, they should
have finished all that they wanted to say and wanted to say.

So he took it upon himself to bring the two kids over without telling them that he had located Dolores
and was planning to surprise them.

Samuel wanted to go to the toilet as Simona knocked on the door and yet he had not returned.

Dolores crouched and held her daughter's face. It seemed like she had gained weight and her face was
round.

"Mommy, where had you been all this time, and how come I can't find you?" The small girl pouted her
pretty pink lips.

Dolores grabbed her daughter into her arms. She didn't know how to respond to her daughter’s
query. Only then did she notice Samuel standing at the door, his thin tiny body stood up straight,
his hands locked into fists at his sides.

"Samuel." Dolores gazed at her kid, who had lost weight and had the same angular face as Matthew.

She reached out to her son.

Samuel shouted out, his eyes were red and his neck stretched, "Where had you gone for so
long? Do you realize how worried I was about you?"

"Please accept my apologies-" Dolores was at a loss for words as she stretched out to pull her kid into
her arms.

Samuel lifted his hand and wiped his tears away with the back of his palm. He choked with sobs
and said, "Mommy did not do anything wrong, it's my fault, I didn't take care of Mommy, I'm the man of
the family, but I lost you, it's my fault."



"Oh, sweetie." Dolores pressed her son's head into her arms. He was still a youngster,
but he was indicating he didn't care for her.

She couldn't describe how she felt, all she felt was only the sourness flowing out of her nostrils and the
increasing anguish in her eyes.

Matthew approached and reached out to stroke his son's hair.

Dolores took good care of them. They were brilliant and thoughtful, especially the son, who was
so thoughtful that she felt guilty for him.

"Is daddy the one found mommy?" Simona pushed her head out of Dolores’
arms and turned her head to gaze at Matthew.

Matthew agreed gently.

"I appreciate it," Samuel spoke these words, despite the fact that he was upset about what this father
had done in the past, but this time he was the one who assisted in the search for his mother.

He was willing to express his gratitude towards him.

"How about we go out to eat?" Boyce was standing at the entrance. This dramatic scene was
unbearable to him.

He had never been a father and had no idea how they felt.

"I had reserved a room below as a celebration for Miss Flores' safe return?" Boyce suggested.

Dolores cleaned her son's face before standing up and bowing towards Boyce, holding her son
and daughter's hands. "Thank you for assisting me in taking good care of them while I was not around."

Boyce was taken aback and took a step back. He didn’t himself deserve this.



"Mathew and I are friends, this is what I should do. I don’t deserve this.

His eyes were drawn to Matthew as he talked.

Surprisingly, Matthew didn't even glance at him; his attention was focused on the two children and
Dolores. He was not free to glance at him.

He glanced down awkwardly and touched his nose.

Why did he feel so unneeded?

Simona grabbed Dolores’ hand and said, "Mommy, I'm starving."

Dolores gazed down at her kid, wondering why did she become that chubby.

"All right, let's go." With a grin, Boyce said.

"Thank you very much." Dolores took the two children out of the room, and Simona, who
was used to being carried in the hand by Matthew, pouted and said, "Mommy, can you carry me?"

Dolores couldn't reject her daughter, and despite her imaged feet, she leaned down and scooped her
up.

Samuel sighed as he saw that.

"This kid is too childish."

"You are also a child," Dolores rubbed his son's head.

Samuel snorted, he wouldn't be as immature as his sister.

Why did she need to be carried by others while she can walk by herself?



All of them entered the elevator, Matthew frowned, wondering why does he appear to be unneeded at
that moment.

Dolores had also 'forgotten' him, and his daughter was not clinging to him.

They were on the third floor, so it was fast to get down; the elevator stopped with a ‘ding’
sound; Boyce intended to lead the way, and stepped out first, but was stopped by Matthew, "Wait
a minute."

Boyce turned around to ask him what he was doing, but when he looked him in the eyes,
he couldn't say anything.

He silently retracted his feet and stepped back into the elevator again.

Dolores assumed they had something to say, so he led his son and daughter out first.

Dolores only asked after Dolores had left, "Is there something wrong?"

Wasn’t it good that Dolores had been found? Why has he kept a straight face, as if someone
had insulted him?

Boyce did some soul-searching and couldn’t recall that he had done anything wrong.

What was he going to say? He better didn’t leave him hanging.

"I..."

"I'm not divorcing her."

Matthew finally opened his mouth, just as Boyce was about to speak.

What did this signify, Boyce blinked and wondered?



Could it be that he just mispronounced Miss Flores’ name?

"From now on, I'll refer to her as Mrs. Nelson." Boyce attempted to inquire.

Matthew was the oldest of the three.

Armand Bernie was the youngest of the group.

"Yes," Matthew answered.

"..." Boyce was speechless.

"Alright. I will follow what you say" Boyce inquired whether they should go or not or else
the elevator went up again.

Matthew paused for a time before asking, "In your opinion, how to maintain a relationship?"

Boyce almost lost balance.

What was that?

He couldn't keep up since the topic changed too fast.

How to maintain a relationship?

This way of conversation did not match his style.


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