Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 579 Can I Change a Way to Prove It?

Declan said in a bad mood, “If I can find another place in City B to hide him, how will I come to find
you?”

Maisy didn't grow up in the Bailey family and Declan was the only son in the family. He was pampered
by his parents since childhood. As for his sisters, except for his eldest sister who grew up in the family
since childhood, he had no feelings towards other sisters.

He didn't show any respect to others when speaking, thinking that it was her obligation to help him.

Hearing Declan’s tone of voice, Maisy felt uncomfortable in her heart and reminded him, “I’m your
sister.”

“I know, otherwise, I won't turn to you,” Declan said as if it was normal.

Maisy closed her eyes and sighed in her heart. Declan didn't understand what she meant at all.

In his eyes, relatives were to be made use of and he bore no domestic affection towards them. Nor did
he know how to respect others.

“I will not hide him in City B, but in the White City. If you're willing to do so, we can have an appointment
tomorrow to negotiate this. If you’re unwilling to accept this, then never mind. All in all, I won't allow you
to hide him at my home.”

Maisy expressed her attitude explicitly.

She really didn't like him.

Nor did she want to have any contact with him. If it wasn’t that they had the same parents, she really
wanted to leave him alone.



Declan wanted to throw his temper at her, but now he had been cornered. Otherwise, he wouldn’t plan
to hide his friend in his sister’s home.

Boyce’s men were watching at him all day long and he lost his freedom. If this continued, John’s
whereabouts would be exposed sooner or later.

But now he had no choice and could only agree to it.

“It’s okay, but what’s the White City? Is it really safe?” Declan still had some scruples. Why didn't he
hear of the White City before?

Maisy,”…”

“The White City is a small place. Now that I recommend it to you, it's definitely a safe place. I can't do
anything if you don't believe me.” After finishing the words, Maisy prepared to end the call.

Declan hurriedly said, “Okay. Should I let my man send John to your place tomorrow?”

Maisy was not in a hurry to answer him. Instead, she distanced the phone from her ear and covered
the mouthpiece with her hand. Then she looked towards Charles, “He will send his friend here
tomorrow. Is that okay?”

Charles nodded his head to show agreement and said, “I will a driver here and pick him up.”

“Okay. Then I will let him send his friend here.” Maisy put her phone near her ear again and said to
Declan, “Then send him here tomorrow.”

“Okay.” After finishing the words, Declan hung up the phone.

Looking at her phone, Maisy slightly knitted her brows. He didn't even say any formula or thank her and
directly ended the call. He didn't show any respect to his sister and he was so rude.



“Mom, since you don't like him, you can make it clear with him after this matter and we will not contact
him again.” Charles noticed that Maisy was so dissatisfied with her brother.

“I will. Hurry up to have a rest. It’s late now.” Maisy said.

Charles groaned an answer and rolled the wheelchair towards the bedroom.

In the villa…

As Dolores was sleeping soundly, Matthew didn't wake her up. Later, she woke up because of hunger.
When she woke up, she found it was already midnight. She turned over on the bed, rubbed her eyes
and asked, “Why didn't you wake me up?”

Matthew hugged her, “You slept soundly, so I didn't wake you up.”

Dolores, “…”

“It’s so late now. Is there anything to eat?” She lifted the quilt with complaints and got out of the bed.
She was still wearing the dress she wore during the day. Before when having sex with Matthew in the
bathroom, he pulled her dress, making it very messy. Its collar dropped to her shoulder and there were
red hickeys on her chest.

Dolores adjusted her dress to cover her chest and felt very uncomfortable. She directly fell asleep after
the sex and hadn't washed her body, therefore, her body felt unpleasantly damp and sticky with the
remaining sperms on it. She took out a set of clean underwear and a night dress from the wardrobe
and walked into the bathroom.

Dolores prepared a whole bathtub of water and had a bath. She finally cheered up after the bath. Half
an hour later, she dried her hair, put on her clothes and walked out. There was already no one on the
bed. Dolores walked to the balcony, yet still couldn't find Matthew, so she went downstairs.



At this point in time, they all had gone to bed and the whole villa was prevailed by silence. There was
also no one downstairs in the living room and only the lights in the kitchen were on.

Dolores walked over in gentle steps. She then saw Matthew, who was wearing an apron, was boiling
wantons. She leaned against the door frame, fixing her eyes on him, and asked in a low voice, “Can
you cook?”

Matthew turned around and took a glance at her, “Are you looking down on me?”

Dolores chuckled, walked into the kitchen and wrapped his waist from behind. She asked, “When did
you learn to cook?”

“Coral told me to boil the spare ribs soup and then put the wontons into the soup.” They all had dinner
tonight. As he didn't wake up Dolores, he asked Coral how to cook wontons, thinking that he could
cook them for Dolores when she woke up.

Coral made the wontons in advance and the spare ribs soup was also prepared in advance and had
been kept warm. Matthew only needed to turn on the stove and put the wontons into the soup.

Maybe it was because she was hungry, Dolores could smell the fragrance of the meat.

She tilted her head, looked into the pot and asked, “When will it be ready?”

“Are you hungry?”

Dolores nodded her head honesty, “Yes.”

Matthew turned around, landed a kiss on her forehead and said, “Wait outside. It will be ready soon.”

Dolores let go of him, left the kitchen, walked to the dining room, pulled out a chair and sat down,
waiting for the delicacy.



Matthew quickly put the cooked wontons into a big bowl and put the bowl in front of her. Coral had
seasoned the spare ribs soup and Matthew didn't need to add anything else into it except for the
wantons. The bowl was filled with corns, spare ribs and wantons and soup.

Matthew gave her a small bowl, a pair of chopsticks and a spoon and said, “Scoop them into the small
bowl. It’s too hot.”

Dolores nodded her head and scooped some spare ribs and wantons into the small bowl to cool them
down. Coral was skilled in cooking and the dishes she made were all delicious. The wantons had
shrimp muddy flesh as their stuffing. The moment she put it into her mouth and bit it, she felt it delicious
and fragrant. The spare ribs were initially prepared for the dinner and as it had been boiled by the small
fire until midnight, the meat became boiled out. It had lost its elasticity, but it was very fragrant.

Matthew sat beside him and put one arm on the back of the chair that Dolores sat on, fixing his eyes on
her. She finished half of the things in the bowl after a short while. Matthew said, “Seems like you eat a
lot. Why don't you gain weight?”

Dolores asked without even lifting her head, “Do you like a fat woman?”

Matthew reached out to pinch her arm, “You’re so skinny. I want you to gain some weight by feeding
you.”

Dolores chuckled, “With my height, do you think it’s okay if I gain weight until I weigh one hundred
kilos?”

Matthew, “…”

Not hearing Matthew’s answer, Dolores looked up at him and asked, “What’s the matter? Will you
disdain me?”



With one hand supporting his chin, Matthew replied in a serious tone, “If you want to weigh one
hundred kilos, should I buy hormones for you?”

Dolores, “…”

Indeed it was hard for her to gain weight, and it was greatly related to her constitution.

Matthew moved his hand down her waist and rubbed her waist separated by the cloth, “I won't disdain
you no matter what you looked like.”

“I don't believe your words.” Dolores drank the soup that she scooped into the small bowl before and
then put down the chopsticks and the spoon.

Matthew leaned towards her, “What should I do to convince you? Should I make a written promise?”

Dolores distanced herself from him. After drinking the soup, she felt hot and broke out into sweats all
over. When Matthew approached her, she felt even hotter. As there was too much soup and she was
so full that she couldn't drink anymore, Dolores pushed the big bowl which had much soup left to
Matthew and said, “Drink it. It was eaten by me and I can't let others eat it. But it’s a waste to dump
them.

Matthew repelled it so much because he didn't want to eat greasy food at the midnight.

Dolores pouted, “Didn’t you want to prove your words. Finish the soup in the big bowl and then I will
believe in your words. It’s unnecessary to make a written promise. I trust you a lot after all.”

Matthew, “…”

It was really hard for him to drink it. He asked, “Can I change a way to prove
it?”

With one hand supporting his chin, Matthew replied in a serious tone, “If you want to weigh one
hundred kilos, should | buy hormones for you?”

Dolores, “...”
Indeed it was hard for her to gain weight, and it was greatly related to her constitution.

Matthew moved his hand down her waist and rubbed her waist separated by the cloth, “I won't disdain
you no matter what you looked like.”

“| don't believe your words.” Dolores drank the soup that she scooped into the small bowl before and
then put down the chopsticks and the spoon.

Matthew leaned towards her, “What should | do to convince you? Should | make a written promise?”

Dolores distanced herself from him. After drinking the soup, she felt hot and broke out into sweats all
over. When Matthew approached her, she felt even hotter. As there was too much soup and she was
so full that she couldn't drink anymore, Dolores pushed the big bowl which had much soup left to
Matthew and said, “Drink it. It was eaten by me and | can't let others eat it. But it’s a waste to dump
them.

Matthew repelled it so much because he didn't want to eat greasy food at the midnight.

Dolores pouted, “Didn’t you want to prove your words. Finish the soup in the big bowl and then | will
believe in your words. It’s unnecessary to make a written promise. | trust you a lot after all.”

Matthew, “...”

It was really hard for him to drink it. He asked, “Can | change a way to prove
it?”



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