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?”

she’s

agreed to help him. He then turned around and walked 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

pay attention to Armand, so Armand let out a sigh of relief and put the hood on his down feather jacket over

out his hand and pulled the car door. Inside the car, there

was Armand, the bodyguards inside the car greeted,

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

say that he’ll come

you guys don’t trust

waved his hands repeatedly, “No,

don’t you get

down from the car and Armand got in. At the

“Okay.”

closed the car door and sat down. He looked at Sampson with a wicked

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 even have a chance

want to die, Boyce would still put him

can’t you move?” Armand asked

he did not even have the ability to die now, he was like the meat

his eyes as he did not want

some pictures, “You think, if I take two nude... photos and make them into big banners then

eyes and stared at Armand with a deadly glare. If he could move now, he would definitely fight with Armand. He was willing to die but he thought that it would be

scared? When you threatened me, why didn’t you think that you

were clenched into fists and the corners of his eyes were twitching. It was clear

it, snapped it, and tsked twice, “Why is this

five sense organs were all twisted

Armand was happy. He

“Bang!”

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

due to the snap, “Damn, hitting you with my hand is a loss, people like you don’t deserve to

kept twitching for several times as he was

comfortable to be slaughtered?” Armand

mouth hissed in

Knock Knock ---

window glass was

his head. Since the window glass was covered with black film, the outsider could not see what was the inside

window. He could only see Boyce half-leaning against the body of the car, “What should be taught had already been taught, why