Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 584 Will Not Fight Back When You Are Being Punched and Will Not Scold Back When You Are Bein

The head of the public relations department exited the office and closed the door.

Matthew walked over and sat beside her, “I think she has a point, why don’t we take this opportunity ...”

“Is it the right time now?” Dolores interrupted him, “Not to mention the fact that you haven’t settled the
previous issue, my stomach can’t even fit into a wedding dress.”

“I’ll have someone make you a larger size one, as for Declan’s issue, are we not going to get married
once we don’t solve the issue?” Matthew had made up his mind. He did not want the public to
misunderstand them. He wanted to give her and the children a proper identity.

‘My son and daughter will go to primary school soon. If they have an unclear identity, they will be
speculated.’

“But ...”

“Listen to me this time.” His attitude was unusually resolute and could not be denied, “If it’s not for you,
you have to think of your children. They need a proper identity to stand up in front of everyone.”

Dolores lowered her eyes. She understood what Matthew meant. It was just that Theresa had not
recovered from her injuries and Declan’s issue had not yet settled, she thought that it was not a right
time to get married now.

However, Matthew also had a point. The two children needed their identities. It was fine for her to be
speculated, but not for the two children.

That would cause them to be distressed. If it was serious, it would affect them psychologically.

She lowered her eyes, “I’ll do as you say, you arrange it.”



Matthew said yes softly. He reached out his hand to lift her hair and twisted it between his fingers, “I’ll
ask dad to help us to set up a date.”

Dolores’ parents were no longer around and he only had his father, so it was right that the elders
should attend the wedding so that it looked official. Furthermore, it was good to hold the wedding on a
lucky day. Although he was not superstitious, he wanted to pick an auspicious day to hold the wedding
feast he had always wanted for Dolores.

He was thinking about where was the most suitable place to hold the wedding.

However, Dolores’ mood did not seem to be high.

He could not help but felt a little lost. Was not every woman have a vision of her wedding?

Why she did not have it?

“Don’t you even have any ideas?”

Dolores took his hand away and told him to behave appropriately. It was bad to let the secretary see
that when she came in. She replied seriously, “Yes, but that was in the past. Now, I have got used to
you.”

Even without a wedding, she had already thought of Matthew as her husband.

She once imagined that she would meet a man who was like a prince and then she would dress up
beautifully, held his hand and walked into the hall of marriage when she was a young girl.

She wished to give birth to a son and a daughter and lived a normal life. But then a lot of unexpected
things happened. She betrayed herself, got pregnant and married him.

Those things had already shattered all her wonderful illusions and disqualified her from being loved.



Later on, she gave birth to a child and supported her family on her own. She never behaved
emotionally in the house as she did not want Jessica to worry about her.

She would cry secretly at night.

She was only in her twenties, but her experience was like half a lifetime.

She had overcome all the grievous moments. Her state of mind now was as calm as those people in
their forties and fifties. She did not have the urge to show off long ago.

She understood the meaning of life well. The most exciting love could become dull at some point.

The most valuable thing was to be able to love each other deeply in the humdrum life.

“When I had just arrived in City C, I met a beggar begging at the roadside. His shirt was so dirty that I
didn’t know how his original shirt looked like. His hair all twisted together and was very dry. His face
was full of wrinkles. He always sat in one place. Sometimes he would smile and sometimes he would
cry. The people in the neighborhood would always take turns to give him food. I thought he was a
madman.

Then, I heard from the people in that neighborhood and realized that he had a knot in his heart.”

She turned her head to look at Matthew, “He would become that way because his wife died of a
hemorrhage in childbirth. There was one body but two lives. He went crazy after that.”

The street where the beggar was sitting was near XF textile mill that Oscar first rented for her. She
would pass by the street when she went to XF textile mill and she would meet the beggar every time.
One day, the beggar was gone. Oscar said that he had passed away. He had cancer and could not be
cured.



At that time, she was thinking, how could fate be so cruel and let a person suffer for his whole life.

So, all she wanted was everyone she cared about was safe and healthy and the same for herself, “I
don’t want to lose the people I love and I don’t want the people I love to lose me.”

Her sudden emotional thoughts made Matthew unable to respond for a moment.

“I will not go mad and you will not leave me.” Matthew hugged her into his arms and pinched her
cheeks, “What’s in your mind all day long?”

Dolores slapped his hand, “It’s painful.”

Matthew sneered indifferently, “You still know that it’s painful? If you ever think of any messy thing, I’ll
...”

“What will you do?” Dolores tugged his tie and pulled it towards her. Matthew sat straight. His waist was
hard and stable. Dolores was unable to tug it. She pretended to be angry and said, “Are you bullying
me now? You can find someone else to be your bride for the wedding.”

Matthew laughed at her unreasonableness, “It is obvious that you want to strangle me. How can you
say that I am bullying you?”

Dolores felt uncomfortable leaning on the sofa. So, she slid down and lay her head on his lap. She
played with the tie she pulled just now, “You are bullying me as I can’t beat you. You are much taller
and heavier than me. Your arms are more muscular than mine too.”

Matthew laughed, his voice was deep and long, “I’ll let you win in the future.”

Dolores was interested, “Won’t fight back when you are being punched and won’t scold back when you
are being scolded?”



“No.”

Dolores looked up at the dark pupils above her and asked, “Then, what is it?”

He laughed lightly, “I let you be on top of me.”


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