Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 546 Don't You Want to Have Me

Dolores looked into his dark eyes, knowing that he was testing or waiting for her to take the initiative.

In fact, she especially wanted to hold him and try to respond to him.

But she didn't do that because her body didn't allow her to indulge right now.

After waiting for a long time for her to respond to him, Matthew was a little frustrated. He frowned and
asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to have me?"

"Yes, I do," Dolores said.

Matthew stopped frowning at once. With light in the corners of his eyes, he asked with a smile, "So why
didn't you do that?"

Dolores sighed, "I didn't dare."

Matthew was speechless.

His face was extremely close to hers. His breath could even blow her hair as he spoke. He said in a
low and hoarse voice, "It's easy to have me."

Dolores turned his face away and looked down and stroked her belly, "Your son won't allow it."

Matthew was speechless again.

He felt like having cold water poured over his head suddenly. Then he fell back onto the bed.

Dolores glanced at him, "I'm hungry."

She hadn't eaten since this morning and her stomach had been rumbling long ago.



Matthew sat up. He had brought the cake Armand had bought into the room and it was on the table. He
took it over and handed it to Dolores, "This is the cake you want to eat. Try it to see if this is what you
want."

Dolores reached for the cake, opened the box, and the smell of cream came out immediately. It made
her mouth water.

She found that her taste had become very strange now. She suddenly wanted to eat this, and suddenly
wanted to eat something else. Moreover, she couldn't miss her meal. She would feel very hungry if she
ate later.

There was a spoon in the box. She took a spoonful of the cake into her mouth, and her mouth was full
of the sweet and creamy taste. She used to find the cream very greasy, but now she felt it sweet.

Matthew got her a bottle of milk for fear that she would get thirsty. He handed her the milk with a straw
in it, "Eat slowly. I won't grab it from you."

Dolores didn't take the milk with her hands, just took a sip of milk and swallowed the cream in her
mouth, "I haven't eaten anything since this morning. I'm very hungry."

"Why didn't you eat?" He frowned. Why did she always let him worry about her?

"I was picked up by Tom yesterday. Charles wanted to see me this morning. Then I went to his
wedding. I didn't have time to eat at all." Dolores completely forgot that Charles was Matthew's
"enemy".

Only after she finished did she remember how much Matthew hated Charles. She quickly looked up at
him and tried to explain. She opened her mouth, but she realized she couldn't say anything.

Because what she said was the truth.



Sure enough, his face sank when he heard Charles' name. Dolores offered him a piece of cake, "This
is delicious, try it."

Matthew just looked at her without saying anything.

"Next time, I'll stay away from him and not talk to him. Don't be angry." She brought the cake to his
mouth again, and Matthew still didn't open his mouth.

Dolores frowned. She had tried to make nice. What did he want from her?

Charles invited her to his wedding, and it was inappropriate for her not to come.

Besides, she also wanted to come here for a break at that time.

"You're not sincere," Matthew's voice was low and sounded aggrieved.

Dolores was speechless.

She was not sincere?!

Not only did she take the initiative to admit her mistake, but she also made nice to him. Why was she
not sincere?

Then what did he want her to do? Get down on her knees and beg him?!

Dolores asked patiently, "What should I do to be sincere?"

Matthew leaned over and said with a grin, "You feed me with your mouth."

Dolores was speechless.

Why was he so cheeky?



Why?

"I see what you're doing." Dolores brought that piece of cake into her mouth and pushed his face away,
"Don't push your luck."

"Luck? What's that? I don't know. I just want you now." He moved closer to Dolores just as he finished
speaking and licked the cream off the corners of her mouth.

Dolores tried to move away from him, but she had the cake in her hands and couldn't get her hands
free. Matthew didn't go too far for fear of pissing her off. He swallowed the sweet cream.

He smiled and reached out to stroke her hair, "What else do you want to eat? Tell me and I'll go get it
for you."

After eating the cake, she was no longer hungry. Dolores lowered her head, "Did you send those
radishes to me?"

"Yes." Now that they had met, he had nothing to hide. He did specially ask someone to get her radishes
from very far away. Radishes weren't rare, but the ones in the supermarket were not fresh now.
Matthew looked at her and asked, "Is it good?"

After eating the cake, Dolores took a few sips of milk to get rid of the taste of cream in her mouth. Then
she said, "It's delicious. I just forgot to bring some over."

Matthew didn't say anything.

He really couldn't understand what was so good about radishes.

But she liked it.

As long as she found it delicious, he would surely satisfy her.



He lay down on the bed and stretched out his arms, gesturing for her to lie in his arms, "Sleep with me
for a while."

Dolores lay down and rested on his arm. When she thought of him saying that he wanted the baby to
take her last name, she tilted her head and asked, "Are you really going to let the baby take my last
name?"

Matthew turned around and hugged her and said, "Yes."

She found a comfortable position in his arms. She changed the last names of the two children,
because, firstly, she was not Randolph's daughter and she should not take Flores as her last name, let
alone the two children. Secondly, because she wanted them to take Matthew's last name.

It was only natural that the children should take their father's last name.

But it never occurred to her that she should change her last name. Subconsciously, she didn't know
how to accept this fact yet.

She didn't even know her real parents. She knew all about them from others. She only heard a few
words about them. And what they brought to her was not good.

If she had a choice, she'd rather be Randolph's daughter. At least, she knew this man. If he gave her
hurt, she could hate him. If he gave her love, she could love him.

But what was it now?

"I feel ambivalent. What do you think I should do?"


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