Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 391 Have a Glass with Me

In his arms was a small girl who was calling daddy.

Matthew was helpless, but he was having a good time.

Samuel stood at the door, staring at Matthew and his sister. He had something to say, but he went back
inside the room instead.

He used thousands of pieces to construct his secret base in less than two days. He intended to present
it to them but did not.

"Have you finished building your secret base yet, Samuel?" Simona stated aloud, gazing at his
disappointed back.

Samuel nodded solemnly.

"Could Dad and I take a look?"

"Of course," Samuel said, straightening his back.

Simona approached, holding Matthew. The secret base occupied about half of the room.

Every little piece was meticulously crafted.

"Wow." What she saw astounded the young girl.

Thousands of tiny bricks assembled to create such a stunning image.

They were taken aback.

Looking at his sister's reaction, Samuel was pleased with his efforts.

"You are incredible," Simona said as she kissed her brother on the cheek. "You are the greatest."



"It's not that difficult; I can teach you how to construct one," he replied, smiling as he looked at his
sister's enthusiasm.

"I appreciate it." Simona grinned as she returned her attention to the secret base. Watching and
stroking with care.

She was really proud of her brother for accomplishing so much in such a short time.

Matthew had one hand in his pocket and the other on the work. It would take at least two days for an
adult to construct this, yet his son completed it in less time. He had incredible speed.

He, too, was truly pleased with Samuel's accomplishment. He gave him a kind grin. What a smart son
he had.

Dolores, on the other hand, had to send Jessica back to prison. She was only allowed to receive
treatment when it was determined that she was ill. And remaining out at this point would be bad for
Boyce because he was the one who brought her out.

"I'll come to see you as frequently as I can," Dolores told her.

She believed she was strong enough to hide her emotions, but she was mistaken.

Something could never be concealed. She couldn't hide her grief as she saw her mother be sent to
prison.

"I'm pleased you're living a happy life now." Jessica proceeded by stroking her head. "Don't feel sorry
for me; I knew what was going to happen before I took action. I was selfish and neglected your
feelings, and I apologize; please forgive me for hurting your heart."

Dolores didn't dare to look at her since she knew she'd cry.



"Can you make me a promise, Lola?"

Dolores brushed her tears away and glanced at Jessica. "Yes."

"Take care of the kids and enjoy your life with Matthew; he's a nice man."

"Yes, I will," she took a deep breath.

Yes, Matthew treated her well, and her life was now one she had never dreamed of.

She never expected to fall so deeply in love with a man.

One of life's surprises was that you never know what type of person awaits you in the future.

"Call me whenever you want to come over," Boyce said.

He had rules and procedures to obey as well.

The only thing he could do was take care of Jessica and let Dolores visit and go as she pleased.

Dolores was well aware of the situation.

"Don't worry, I'm fine in here; living out there could make me feel uneasy," Jessica reassured Dolores.

Dolores remained still as she watched Jessica being taken away.

She appeared skinny and frail from behind, and the late afternoon sunshine accentuated her frailty.

Dolores watched as she faded away in front of her.

Dolores cried, "Mom," as if she was about to vanish forever.

Jessica grinned as she turned to face her.



Boyce brought Jessica back in and arranged for someone to look after her. He had individuals inside
who could complete the task.

After settling everything, he returned to the hall and noticed Dolores slumped against the wall, her head
down. Boyce approached her immediately since she appeared to be depressed.

"Are you okay?" he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Are you free for a glass of drink?" Dolores asked.

"Yes," Boyce considered for a while.

She was depressed and needed a drink to sleep; she would suffer even more if she kept everything
inside her heart.

"I'll drive," Boyce said.

Dolores gave him the keys and they headed out together.

Boyce opened the door for her to get on and went over to the driver's seat to start the car.

"Where would you want to go?" Boyce asked.

Dolores leaned against the window, her face sad and her eyes drowsy. "Choose a quiet location
please."

"Okay." Boyce considered a quiet location.

He drove steadily for approximately fifteen minutes before pulling off in front of a pub.



Boyce had frequented this location and was familiar with the surroundings; it was a quiet place that
Dolores desired.

He stored some alcoholic beverages in this place. He told someone to bring his bottles over when he
led Dolores in.

After putting Dolores in a room, he excused himself to use the restroom. He then proceeded to the
door, reached for his phone, and hesitated whether or not to contact Matthew.

Should he inform Matthew that Dolores was upset and invite him to come over?

Would Dolores be angry if she found out he called Matthew?

He was unsure.

He chose to contact Matthew after some consideration, otherwise... It would be difficult to explain to
him if Dolores became drunken later.

Someone called his name while he was looking for Matthew's number and was about to make the call.

"Boyce?"

Boyce raised his head to see Armand approaching.

"It is you. I thought I was mistaken, why are you so free for a drink here?" He was carrying his
briefcase. He hadn't accepted cases in a long time, but he started again when Therese left. His daily
routine consisted of going to the workplace, taking care of Mrs Leslie, and going out for a drink
whenever he thought about Theresa.

He happened to be out for a drink today.

"Let's go have a drink," he said, wrapping his arm around Boyce's neck.



"I can't go with you alone," Boyce said.

"Does anyone else want to come?" Armand's eyes blinked.

"| can't go with you alone," Boyce said.

"Does anyone else want to come?" Armand's eyes blinked.



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