Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 260 It Meant to be Fake

Ms. Leslie was dressed in a mink velvet coat with her grey hair neatly curled at the back of her head.
She clutched a bag in her hand and looked fatigued with the journey as she seemed to have just
arrived here.

Armand Bernie’s face became pale at that point and turned to Matthew Nelson as he was wondering
whether it was because he witnessed his embarrassment that day, and so he notified his grandma
about his whereabouts.

Matthew didn't bother to respond to him as he didn’t have to do that.

"Stop looking at him, it was me who told her." Boyce was also taken aback when he saw Ms. Leslie.
Just a few days earlier, Ms. Leslie had been calling him every day and made complaints and was
sobbing, and Boyce had no option but to disclose his address. Who knew that Ms. Leslie would come
to find them for real?

"You..." Armand was angry as she shouldn’t tell Ms. Leslie where he was?

He would not have any freedom if the old woman was there to caught him.

"What!" Ms. Leslie snatched Armand's ear and pulled him in "You silly boy, are you taking advantage of
me being an old lady and trying to fool me. You said you will get married at year-end. I'd want to meet
your girlfriend!"

This unexpected scene puzzled Dolores.

Matthew went over to her and whispered in her ear, "This is Armand’s grandma, his parents died when
he was young, and his grandmother raised him."

Dolores realized what was going on.



It's no surprise that Armand's expression changed when he spotted Ms. Leslie.

For the first time, she saw Armand being so terrified of someone.

"Ouch! Grandma, grandma, I was wrong, I was wrong. Could you please let me keep my dignity since
so there are many people are looking at us? Ear pulling is even more embarrassing" Armand
confessed his error while pleading for pardon.

Ms. Leslie looked around and her eyes swept over Theresa and eventually fell on Dolores. She stared
at her up and down and grinned, "You are..."

"She's Mrs. Nelson." Armand did not wait for Dolores to respond and answer as he worried that this old
lady might misunderstand.

She also did not hear that any of them got married. She looked around again and discovered that
Matthew stood very near to her. She then understood but she was confused at the same time since she
knew Armand’s two good friends, Boyce and Matthew but she did not hear any of them had got
married.

"When you got married, why didn't you invite me to your wedding feast?"

There wasn’t any celebration when Matthew and Dolores married. They simply got a marriage
certificate. It was Abbot Baron who brought Dolores to apply for it.

The few people who were close to Matthew were the only ones who knew he was married.

She got Matthew there by asking such a question.

He would have held a grant wedding ceremony to marry Dolores to let everyone know that he was
married and his wife was Dolores if he had known he would have to face this someday.



"There wasn’t any wedding celebration made by us, so..." Dolores answered on behalf of Matthew to
bail him out.

"Oh, I see… " Ms. Leslie then realized there were two little girls standing beside her. Due to the cold
weather, the two children wore down jackets Simona was wearing a light green down jacket with a fur
collar, underneath was a black tweed short skirt. She also wore short boots and had her hair in a
ponytail that exposed her wide forehead. She opened her clear and brilliant eyes, her lips were pink
and she was slightly pouting it which made her look cute when she was talking.

"Good morning, Grandma." Simona had a smart mouth that she would greet people.

Ms. Leslie found the kid was lovely and beautiful with her hand over her heart.

"Oh..."

Armand hurried up and cut her short when Ms. Leslie had just responded, "Hey, It’s all wrong, you can’t
call her grandma."

"Simona, see, she is my grandma, your father and I am of the same generation, right?" Armand
crouched down to Simona and explained to her.

Simona totally had no idea what Armand was saying.

She blinked. Armand called her grandma. Shouldn't she also call her grandma?

"Simona," "In the future, you should not refer to Armand as uncle," Boyce interrupted.

"Boyce!" Armand was so angry as he was the one who gave Ms. Leslie the address. Would he be
caught if he didn’t do so?



"Why are you shouting? You scared the kid" "Stop bullying Boyce," Ms. Leslie said as she snatched
Armand’s ear again and tossed him aside.

"Hello, I'm your grandson. Who should you take side with?" Armand was hurt.

"Boyce would never lie to me like you. I tell you, at the end of the year, if you do not get married, I will
break your leg. You see…"

"How adorable they are," Ms. Leslie said as she pulled his ears back to show him the two children.

Ms. Leslie clicked her lips repeatedly when she saw Samuel. The kid appeared pretty attractive as she
looked closely, she found that he looked identical to Matthew. From the contours of the little face, she
could tell that he and Matthew were cast in the same mould.

She didn't need to be introduced since she knew these two kids must be Matthew’s.

Armand clicked his tongue as well and said, "Who could be that lucky like Matthew? As he had a pair
of twins all of a sudden. Not to mention that they were actually pigeon pair and the key point is that
both children have inherited their parents' good qualities as the boy is brilliant and the girl is cute. All of
them are Matthew’s. How could I not jealous about this?”

"Just forget about it. I can't have a pigeon pair, even if I marry my wife."

What, they were a pigeon pair? Ms. Leslie’s eyes widened.

She looked at Simona and then Samuel, and they did look alike, with Samuel being slightly taller. At
first, she assumed they were two children from the same mother, but she didn't expect them to be a
pigeon pair, so Ms. Leslie became even more exasperated, "Look, look. He can own such a pair of
lovely kids without doing anything special. He must have done many good deeds in the past life."



Armand would like to slap himself as originally due to the fact that he was unmarried, Ms. Leslie kept
an eye on him. Not to mention that she had known that Matthew had a pigeon pair. She was likely to be
envious and might force him to achieve that.

Armand was now in dire straits.

"Can we go back a day later, Matthew?" Although Armand was unsatisfied with his grandmother's
persecution, she was his grandmother anyways who was his closest person, who was now so old and
exhausted from her journey that he wanted to allow her to relax and rest.

Matthew was in a good mood and hummed faintly.

He was exceptionally vigorous in the business world, but he was just ordinary people. He was just an
ordinary father that he would feel happy after hearing someone praise his children.

He felt grateful towards Dolores, who gave birth to the lovely pigeon pair for him and let him become a
father.

He wrapped his hands around Dolores’ waist.

Dolores glared at him, there were a lot of people which made her feel weird. She carefully stepped
back, Matthew’s hand fell empty. He was not willing to let her go and when he was about to do that
again, Dolores squatted down to pick up her daughter and moved aside two steps. She smiled and
said, "Armand, you stay with grandma. I don’t think that she has had breakfast since she came over so
early and now the restaurant should still be serving breakfast.”

"It's Mrs. Nelson," "Grandma, let’s go, you must not have eaten breakfast in this early hour. Let me buy
you some food," Armand said as he grabbed Ms. Leslie’s arm.



Ms. Leslie smiled and gazed at Dolores then she looked at the child in her arms. Her heart was full of
joy, even that was not Armand’s kid.

Among Armand, Boyce and Matthew, Matthew is the oldest. They were just a few years apart.

"You guys are not as smart as Matthew," she said as she pointed to Boyce and Armand. "Look at his
wife, she looked so gorgeous. Look at these two children then yourselves. How do you find yourselves
after such a comparison?"

Dolores was speechless.

She felt shy to be complimented in such a frank manner.

Boyce scratched his head as he wondered how could this turn him on?

Armand covered his face with his hands hopelessly.

Indeed, he was not as capable as Matthew. But could she just don’t point that out?

It hurt.

Matthew was the happiest person here. There was a smile on his mouth and his eyes lit up. What could
be more proud than having his wife and children be complemented by others?

"Grandma, we better go now." "Or there will be no more food left," Armand dragged her.

"All you think about is food. If you couldn’t get a wife, I’ll have your guts for garters!" Ms. Leslie said
directly and seriously.

Armand chuckled, "If you have my guts for garters, who will then take care of you?"

"I won’t need you to take care of me. I can go to the old folks’ home instead." Ms. Leslie made it clear.



Dolores chuckled as she now undoubtedly knew that Armand actually shared the same temperament
as his grandmother.

They were both funny and cheerful.

That was actually a good temperament. Even her hair was nearly completely grey, she appeared more
energetic than most of the youngster.

Dolores turned around with the kid in her arms and was about to walk upstairs as she noticed Theresa
who stood near her looked dull.

"You take care of them first," she said as she handed over her daughter in her arms to Matthew.

She desired to talk to Theresa alone.

When Matthew took up his daughter and murmured into Dolores’ ear, "You are so capable that you
gave birth to two children in one go."

Dolores raised her eyes to him. He was such a silly man.

He held his daughter in one hand and his son in the other and took a quick step back as if he hadn't
just spoken anything. "All right, let's go."

"I’ll go with you." Boyce kept up his pace. They would have to wait until another day and there was
nothing special to do so he would like to find something to pass the time, "We four can just form a
group."

"What do we form a group for?" Samuel inquired.

"Of course to play a card game," Boyce answered.



"If you want to play, please just go out to play," Matthew frowned.

Don't set a bad example.

"I'm just kidding," Boyce said with a smile.

"Let's both play a game name ‘sharpshooter’, Boyce." Samuel let go of Matthew’s hand and dashed
over to Boyce. He'd recently found a fascinating game but he had no one to play with him.

Boyce was intrigued when he heard the name, "Okay."

The two persons shared the same interest, so they went upstairs first.

Downstairs, Dolores approached Theresa and said, "Can we go for a stroll outside?"

Theresa nodded.

There was a breeze outdoors, so Dolores snuggled as the two women strolled beside the road.

In their ears, they could hear the wind whistling.

Dolores did not speak first as this was Theresa’s personal problem, and she had no idea how to let it all
out.

After a while, Theresa finally opened his mouth and said, "Armand and I are actually pretending." "We
were drunk and accidentally spotted by you. I was embarrassed, so he came out with a suggestion to
pretend to be in a relationship," she admitted.

Dolores realized something was wrong when Armand’s grandma came over, he did not introduce
Theresa to her.

"How’s your opinion then? As I think Armand…"



"He's not my type, we faked it." Theresa made it clear.

Dolores did not say anything further as she sometimes believed that Armand liked Theresa. But all she
could do was respect her decision.

Only the individual involved could tell whether that was suitable or not.

She could only express her concern instead of intervening in the matter.

This was a form of respect.

"Whatever decision you made, I will support you for sure," she said as she wrapped her arm over
Theresa's shoulders.

Theresa grinned. She liked Dolores because she spared her feelings.

Buzzed ——

The mobile phone in Dolores’ pocket rang at this moment, she took it out and checked the caller
ID...

"He's not my type, we faked it." Theresa made it clear.

Dolores did not say anything further as she sometimes believed that Armand liked Theresa. But all she
could do was respect her decision.

Only the individual involved could tell whether that was suitable or not.
She could only express her concern instead of intervening in the matter.
This was a form of respect.

"Whatever decision you made, | will support you for sure," she said as she wrapped her arm over
Theresa's shoulders.

Theresa grinned. She liked Dolores because she spared her feelings.
Buzzed ——

The mobile phone in Dolores’ pocket rang at this moment, she took it out and checked the caller
ID...



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