Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Since Mrs. Leslie and Sampson had nothing to do, they decided to go back to City B.

The return journey was smooth and nothing unexpected happened to interfere with their journey.

There was not much time left for them as New Year’s Eve was around the corner.

Boyce had to keep an eye on Sampson. So, his car went last whereas Armand and Theresa sat in one car with Mrs. Leslie. Matthew and his family of four were in a caravan.

The scenery along the road was somewhat stagnant, without the vibrancy of spring, the bright green of summer and the fruit of autumn, only a very cold wind was left.

It was a quiet journey. They spent only half a day to complete half of the journey. It was much faster than the previous journey.

At noon, they rested in the service area to have lunch.

The service area was very crowded because it was nearing the end of the year, the car park was full of cars and there were all sorts of people standing everywhere.

Simona wanted to go to the washroom, so Dolores took her there. On the other hand, Matthew took Samuel to the restaurant. Armand and Theresa supported Mrs. Leslie and brought her in too.

Sampson had awoken. He was guarded by people all around, they were not to look after him, but to prevent him from committing suicide or escaping.

Boyce instructed his men to keep an eye on Sampson. Then, he went to the washroom before looking for them in the dining room. Mrs. Leslie was in the pink of health as she recuperated well, mainly because she was in a good mood. Armand’s marriage had always troubled her.

Now that Armand had married, she was free of preoccupations and there was why she was in a good mood.

“Grandma looks younger.” Boyce sat down and said.

“You always know how to make an old lady happy.” Mrs. Leslie sounded angry, but she was happy.

“I am telling the truth.” Boyce made Mrs. Leslie laughed.

Since the food in the service area did not taste nice, Boyce shoved a mouthful of food into his mouth and said, “Let’s simply eat something first, we’ll have a good meal when we get back to City B.”

Armand stood up, “I want to buy something. Theresa, please take care of grandma.”

Theresa nodded.

“Mr. Bernie, I saw someone selling jack fruit, please help me to buy one box when you come in,” Samuel said.

Armand looked at him, “Do you like it?”

his head, “My sister likes to eat, but she’s not a picky eater,

out of the restaurant. He glanced at Boyce through the glass door. Boyce was talking to Samuel. Looking at his lips, it seemed he was saying: Samuel loves his

Armand, so Armand let out a sigh of relief and put the hood on his down feather jacket over his head. Then, he walked towards

After making sure that no one was paying attention to him, he reached out his hand and pulled the car door. Inside the

it was Armand, the bodyguards inside

took a look at Sampson who was placed underneath and laughed, “You guys go eat first, I’ll guard

Mr. Shawn say that he’ll come

me to come, why you guys don’t trust me?” Armand raised his eyebrows and

bodyguard waved his hands

“Then why don’t you get off the

from the car and Armand got in. At

“Okay.”

the car door and sat down. He looked at Sampson with a wicked smile and moved his wrist,

but unable to do so as his arms and legs were fixed to prevent him from running away and from committing suicide. They even put a brace inside his mouth so that he did not

not want to die, Boyce

move?” Armand asked with a

now, he was like the meat on the chopping block,

as he did not want to

photos and make them into big banners then pull them up in

with a deadly glare. If he could move now, he would definitely fight with

bent down and looked at him, “How come you’re scared? When you threatened me, why didn’t

the corners of his eyes were twitching. It was clear that he was

and tsked twice, “Why is this face

sense organs were all

Armand was happy. He leant even lower, “Beating my

“Bang!”

the car window glass shook. Sampson’s face swelled instantly and there

snap, “Damn, hitting you with my

kept twitching for several times

feel comfortable to be slaughtered?” Armand deliberately

hissed in

Knock Knock ---

the car window glass was

Since the window glass was covered with black film, the outsider could not see what was the inside and the insider could not

button to lower down the car window. He could only see Boyce half-leaning against the body of the car, “What should be