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

Phoebe was wearing a white down jacket, blue jeans, black short boots, and with her pitch-black hair, she still looked as young and energetic as she was before.

Back then, she just left without saying anything, he ran to the airport to chase her, asked her the reason for their break up, she didn't even show her face to him.

Once she went missing, she was gone for 10 years.

Armand had ever predicted that he would lose his control and ask her why she was so resolute when she left, if they met each other again.

Why, she didn't even give him any reason.

But he had never thought that he would be so calm when he met her again, perhaps the time had calmed his feelings down.

He indifferently retracted his haze and opened the car door.

Mrs. Leslie glanced at Phoebe like she didn't see her and held Theresa's hand, “Let's go.”

Theresa could feel the different atmosphere, she looked at Armand and when she was about to ask, Armand already interrupted her, “Insignificant person, let's go inside.”

“Armand, are you angry?” Phoebe looked at Armand.

Armand laughed very coldly.

Theresa who stood beside him clearly felt his anger at that moment.

Both of her hands uncontrollably trembled, Mrs. Leslie sensed it so she held her hand, “This is Armand's ex girlfriend, they have broken up.”

Theresa looked at Phoebe, as expected, that woman was in a relationship with Armand, that was why Armand's feelings wavered... After knowing that woman's identity, she somehow felt uneasy at heart.

Mrs. Leslie coldly glanced at Phoebe, “Oh my, what a mood killer early in the morning, Theresa, let's go inside.”

Mrs. Leslie pulled Armand, “You should go, too.”

Armand had not intention on doing something else with Phoebe anyway, 10 years, his feelings for her had long gone, there was only the unwillingness from back then.

Phoebe but her lips, “Armand, back then, I left because of some difficulties...”

“You have broken up with Armand, Armand is already married now, sorry, don't come and disturb him, I think Ms. Lewis is not an immoral woman that wants to be a mistress.”

Mrs. Leslie interrupted Phoebe.

“Grandma, I...”

call me Grandma, I don't deserve it.” Mrs. Leslie's attitude was very

then, he couldn't forget the

No way!

he would not marry

“Armand...”

not associated at all now, I don't want to

had asked around whether Armand was married or not, he didn't even have a serious girlfriend over the years, how could there suddenly be a woman appearing by his

matter Armand was married or not, this time, she was going to strive and

chosen the wrong thing once,

had just returned to the country and she was going to pick some furniture, but she

Theresa could feel that Armand became quiet, when

clothing store and take a look, after leaving for so long, I don't know

here, just buy it.”

the furniture is or how warm the house

slightly stunned, Theresa married him without asking anything, one could say that he only used his own

her

no relationship, my feelings wavered because of her, not because I still love her, but because we meet again like this, it's

was so frank that Theresa felt like she would be petty if she kept fussing about it, it had been 10 years anyway, 10 years were equal to more than 3000

scared, her voice slightly trembled, “You know how brave I was to marry you, you can just say it if you still love her, but you can not see her without telling me or

were very mixed up at that

don't worry, if he dare to contact Phoebe, I'll be the first one to break his legs… The Bernie

patted her hand, “Don't worry, even Grandma is on your

the bed first.” Mrs. Leslie entered a home furnishing store that only

closed in

a thought and pointed at an European Style bed with white leather bedhead, “I think this one looks

by young people with bad taste.” Armand turned Mrs. Leslie's enthusiasm

slapped Armand's body, “You tell me,

Armand wrapped his arm around

want to take us to?”

head and kissed her forehead, “You'll know

to a large furniture store, their furniture were in Chinese style,