Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 450 Obsession in this Life

It seemed that only by holding her warm body could he feel some peace of mind.

His face rubbed back and forth against her belly through the thin cloth. He could clearly feel the heat of
her skin and the heartbeat of the little baby in her belly. At this moment, he was holding not one person,
but two.

One was the woman he loved and the other was his child.

Was his life miserable?

His identity was kept hidden. His real mother was right in front of him and he held a grudge for over
twenty years.

Twenty years was so long that he thought she was the bad woman who broke up his parents' marriage.

Yet, at this moment he was lucky. He had the woman he loved, he had lovely children, and he had a
normal family.

There was everything he wanted at home, including his wife and children ...

Dolores' fingers rubbed through his hair, "What's wrong with you? Tell me. I want to share your burden.
I'm your wife."

"I'm upset." He closed his eyes, his face still rubbing back and forth against her belly, "Did it hurt when
you gave birth to them?"

It did hurt. It hurt her more and more when she had labour pains. To this day she could still remember
the excruciating pain she felt at that time.

But those were all in the past.



"That's why you're in a bad mood, huh?" Dolores lifted his chin and looked down at him by the faint
light, "Then you should be nicer to me in the future?"

"Haven't I been good enough to you? I'm close to giving you my life." His hand slid down ...

Dolores frowned and slapped his hand.

Matthew laughed lightly, "You go down for dinner. I'm going out later."

"Aren't you having dinner?" She asked.

"I'll eat out."

Dolores still felt that he hid something from her. When she didn't move, Matthew stood up, "Do you
want me to carry you down?"

"No, I'll go down then." Victoria and the kids were downstairs. They would be worried if she stayed
upstairs too long.

Matthew pinched her nose, "Go on."

Dolores walked slowly down. Matthew sat alone for a while. When it was almost eight o'clock, he got
up to change his clothes. As he was undressing, the sound of the piano came from downstairs, and it
was the famous song ‘Dream Wedding’.

It was his first time hearing Dolores play the piano and he was lost in it.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and there was an evocative rhythm. All the best times, the
brightest days, and the old days slowly emerged ...

He walked downstairs in his black suit. Two kids sat on either side of Dolores. Although they didn't
necessarily understand the mood of this song, they were absorbed in it.



As the tune rose and fell, they gently shook their heads, completely unaware of the man standing at the
stairway.

Victoria sat on the couch, her eyes blurred with tears.

She had heard this song before. Jolene had played it in the past.

She looked at Dolores and was in a trance for a moment as if she had gone back to many years ago ...

When the song was over, Dolores' fingers stopped moving. It was like she was in a mood. It was the
applause of her two kids and Victoria that brought her back to her senses.

"I haven't touched the piano in a long time. My fingers are stiff."

Victoria wiped the corners of her eyes, smiled, and said, "It's good. Your playing is so great. I'm
obsessed."

"Yeah, it's so good. Mommy's so good." Simona flung herself into Dolores' arms.

Samuel had been studying the music book for a while and said seriously to Dolores, "Mommy, teach
me how to play."

Dolores said yes. She reached out and touched her son's head. At that moment, she saw Matthew
standing on the stairs and asked, "Are you going out now?"

He said softly, "Hmm, have an early night."

With that, he headed to the door.

Simona ran over and asked, "Daddy, when will you come back?"



He picked up his daughter and gave her a kiss on the forehead, "I'll be back soon. You guys stay here
for the night and don't go back."

It was not suitable for Dolores to go out now. These two kids could keep her company here.

"Okay," Simona agreed happily. With Daddy and Mommy here, of course, she was willing to stay here.

Matthew put his daughter down, "Bye."

Dolores stood in the living room watching him, "Come back early."

He said yes. Out the door, he drove to Hibiscus Garden.

When he arrived, he parked the car and walked in. The attendant approached him, "You must be Mr.
Nelson. Mr. Harris is waiting for you inside."

Matthew nodded slightly and gestured for him to lead the way.

A pink hibiscus was planted in the box, standing in the middle of a pond. The clear spring ran over the
colorful cobblestones, which were elegant and exquisite.

Matthew went in, walked around the hibiscus tree in the middle, and saw Jeffery in the pavilion sitting
at the tea-table. Then he walked to him.

Jeffery heard footsteps and knew who was there without turning around, "Sure enough, you are the
one who understands me."

Sean thought he had gotten his way.

If he hadn't let Sean know on purpose, Sean wouldn't have been able to open his computer.



Matthew quietly sat down across from him.

"I'm really old." He didn't look well. He had never let go of the obsession in his heart. This obsession
had long taken root in his heart.

He couldn't lose his sister's only son.

He pushed a file folder in front of Matthew, "The police will announce the result of this case tomorrow. It
was Sampson who escaped from prison by himself and was shot dead by the police, and Dolores had
nothing to do with it. Here are all the materials from the beginning. Destroy these and there won't be a
trace left."

Matthew didn't pick up the file folder and just looked at him expressionlessly.

This change seemed to come quite suddenly.

Jeffery sighed, "I know that if I did, you and I wouldn't have this opportunity to sit together again. After
all, she has given birth to two kids for you. If it were me, I would also try my best to protect my children
and my wife."

Matthew listened in silence and made no response.

"Jolene was very pretty and attractive when she was a child. I only have one sister, so I naturally love
her. Our parents had a good relationship, and she and I were also very close. Perhaps because of the
family atmosphere, I always valued family ties over any other feelings.

I was only a few years old when Jolene was born. My father told me she was my sister and that I had to
love and take care of her because we had the same blood in our bodies, we had the same mother, and
we were the closest people in this world since I could remember.

I kept his words in mind. And I really did that."



As he spoke, he looked up at Matthew, "It was really hard for me to accept that she died at such a
young age. Her death hit me hard. I really wanted to knock a hole in your father's head to see what was
inside. Why didn't he cherish her and take good care of her? She was so young ..."

Jeffery was sad and looked drawn.

Matthew slowly raised his head, looked at him, and finally said nothing.

Because he was not sure of the twists and turns in this. He could only wait for word to come to him
from the people who had gone to investigate it.

What role did Jolene, the person he always thought was his mother, play in this past event? Why didn't
even Jeffery know anything about it?

"I know we can't go back to the way things were. But I hope you can forgive me. I still can't let go of
Jolene's death. I'm afraid it will be my obsession for the rest of my life."

He stood up. Even though he wasn't as well as he used to be, he still stood up straight.

"I'm curious about whether you came up with this idea yourself or someone else gave it to you in the
first place."


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