Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 148: Who Would She Marry?

After sending the message out, Maria put away her cell phone. Then she continued to look at Dolores

on the stage, her lips curled up into a sneer.

The lights were turned on and the background music was played - after Dolores’ speech, the models

started the final and the most important section of today.

And the very last masterpiece was a wedding dress designed by Mrs. William.

It had been a long time that Mrs. William didn’t design any clothes. She designed this wedding dress

particularly for the opening ceremony of LEO Corporation.

White was the purest color. The whole body of the wedding dress presented a luminous white like the

snow. The layers of the light veil were permeated, covered with soft satin, woven roses, and gems,

shining with both gorgeous and elegant charm, which was breathtaking.

Dolores stared at the dress, lost in thought.

A wedding dress was always along with the wish in love and hope in happiness.

Although she got married, she never wore a wedding dress. There was no wedding ceremony or a

wedding dress for her. Even for the marriage certificate, she didn’t go to the civil affairs bureau together

with her “husband”.

“Excuse me, Lola.” Theresa walked over, passing the cell phone to her. “Your cell phone.”

Since Dolores was on the stage just now, Theresa kept her phone.

Dolores took it over. Theresa reminded her, “It seems you’ve received a message just now.”

Dolores swiped to unlock the screen. After she tabbed the message to read, the blood drained from her

face immediately. She could hear her heartbeat violently, and it hurt so much as if it was about to crack,

making her tremble.

“Lola, what’s wrong?” Theresa could tell that she was not feeling well. She helped Dolores’ trembling

body up. “Are you not feeling well?”

Dolores shook her head. “I’m alright.”

Then she left the vivid crowd with the cell phone in her hand.

Seeing that she had gone far in a panic, Maria curled up her lips into an ironic smile.

Thanks to Dolores, Maria could find those photos. Back then, when Dolores asked Sampson to look

into the matters in Country A, he got the surveillance video from the hotel. Hence, Maria got those

photos.

Maria wanted to thank her.

She wondered if Dolores would feel shocked and horrible if Dolores got to know it was all because of This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

her.

Maria sneered.

Dolores went upstairs to the second floor alone.

It was quiet here, and all noises were blocked outside.

Seemingly all her strengths were gone, she collapsed onto the ground.

The scenes that night kept flashing through her mind as if it was a movie with sound and color, playing

in her mind.

She lowered her head and licked the photo to open. In the photo, her face was clear, which was the

same as the shame she experienced that night and she could remember clearly.

She had also dreamed to give her virginity to a man she loved, but...

Pak!

A tear dropped onto the phone screen.

Her heart also sank into an endless abyss along with it.

At this moment, she forgot to think and everything else, immersed in panic and fear.

She was unwilling to recall this matter, but it was presented to her and reminded her firmly as if it was

reminding her that this was the stain and nightmare of her whole life.

She seldom cried. Since she had given birth to the two children, she rarely cried, because she was a

mother and a daughter. On her shoulders, she had the burden to raise her children as well as to take

care of her mother. Hence, she couldn’t cry nor could she be weak.

However, she couldn’t bear it at this moment. She felt a sharp pang in her heart, which hurt so much

that she couldn’t breathe at all.

The sunlight on the ground gradually faded, and she sank into the dark shadow.

“Are you crying?”

Dolores wiped off the tears on her face in a hurry. She put down the cell phone face-down on the

ground. “No. I, I’m not crying.”

Matthew looked down at her while standing straight.

Since she left the crowd, he could tell that something went wrong with her. Now the ceremony was

almost over and Armand and Boyce had left, so he came upstairs to look for her.

Then he saw her shedding tears. Her face was covered with tears, but she denied that she was crying.

He wondered if she thought that he was blind.

He squatted down and made her face him so that she could look into his eyes. “What happened to

you?”

Her eyes' corners were wet, and tear stains still remained as if he could still feel the temperature.

As if her eyes were covered with a layer of gauze, she couldn’t see the expression on the man’s face.

She was lost, and her blood and skin seemed to be drawn away by a needle, leaving only a pile of

bones, lifeless.

Matthew reached his warm fingers to wipe the tears at her eye corners. He held her face gently with

concern. Her expression made him worry a lot. “Tell me. What happened to you?”

Dolores hugged him and pressed her face against his chest. “I met Randolph today, so I recalled that

he dumped my mother and me...”

She told a lie to cover that she had lost her wits.

Matthew stroked her back and comforted her. “Good girl, don’t be afraid. You have me in the future.”

Dolores, who had already calmed down, shed tears again when hearing his words.

In the past, she took care of her younger brother and mother. Later, she had children, so she took care

of them. Nobody had told her before that she would have him in the future.

It was not a sweet talk or a big one. It wasn’t an unforgettable sentence, but it was pure, poking the

softest part in her heart heavily.

“Hey, Lola.” Theresa’s voice sounded on the staircase. It seemed that she came upstairs to look for

Dolores since she had been gone from the ceremony for a long time.

He wiped the tears for Dolores and smoothed her messy hair. “Stop crying. It’s not good if others see

it.”

“Okay.” She withdrew herself from Matthew’s arms. Sniffing, she checked the time. “It’s supposed to be

the end now. You can go home first. I might be quite busy today.”

“I’ll come to pick you up in the evening.”

“Sure!”

“Lola.” Theresa walked up. Dolores had already straightened up herself. Seeing that only Dolores and

Matthew were upstairs, Theresa wondered if she came up at a bad time and interrupted them.

“Well, uh... Mrs. William is leaving,” Theresa stammered.

“So soon? How about the guests downstairs?” Dolores walked over. “Let’s go downstairs to check on

them.”

She looked back at Matthew, who was talking on the phone with a long face.

“What’s wrong?” Dolores asked.

After saying “I got it” on the phone, Matthew hung it up. He looked at Dolores, his eyes darkened...

It was a call from Boyce just now. He said that Beulah was dead. She committed suicide. Boyce was

investigating.

This matter wasn’t simply obvious, and it targeted Dolores.

Instead of making Dolores worried, he wanted to find it clearly and resolve the problem. “It’s something

with the company. I’ve got to go.”

“Okay.” Dolores didn’t overthink.

Theresa rarely asked Dolores about her privacy. However, seeing Matthew appear, she could sense

that the relationship between this man and Dolores was not simple.

Looking at Matthew’s tall and straightened back, she said, “Lola, is he the father of Samuel and

Simona? With a closer look, I could see them look like each other very much, especially their eyes and

foreheads. No wonder your children are so good-looking. It turns out that they have good genes.”

Dolores’ face immediately fell.

She wasn’t willing to continue with this topic, because Samuel and Simona had nothing to do with

Matthew.

“Are there still people downstairs?” she deliberately changed a topic.

“Mrs. William has already seen some guests off. I also walked the rest of them out for you. I don’t think

there are any guests now. The cleaners are cleaning up the hall. Mrs. William is waiting for you.”

Theresa could tell that Dolores didn’t like the topic just now, so she followed to answer her question

instead of keeping discussing that topic.

“I see,” Dolores said in a light tone.

When they arrived downstairs, almost everyone was gone and the hall looked empty. There was only a

mess in the hall - on the table, there were the leftover desserts and drinks.

“It’s such a long day, but we’ve gained a lot. All the dresses in the fashion show were sold out including

Mrs. William’s wedding dress. Guess how much it cost?”

“How much is it?” Dolores didn’t have the interest to know it, but Theresa had raised the question, she

had to answer.

Theresa showed her three fingers. “Three million.”

Dolores wasn’t surprised at all. The design pieces from Mrs. William usually were worthy of higher

prices. Three million for this wedding dress was absolutely not a high price.

However, she was curious that who had bought it. “Who bought it?”

“Maria Herbert, the daughter of the Herbert family. She said she would wear it at her wedding.”

Dolores turned to look at Theresa. “Maria Herbert?”

“Yes.” Theresa asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Dolores just felt weird. The engagement between Maria and Matthew had been called off not

long ago, and there was no news about her getting married or having a boyfriend.

Would she dress it at her wedding?

Who would she marry?