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...”

me Grandma, I don't deserve it.” Mrs. Leslie's

then, he

No way!

he

“Armand...”

don't want to ask nor

even have a serious girlfriend over the years, how could there suddenly be a woman appearing by his side and he was already

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

chosen the wrong thing once, she couldn't lose

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

showed up, the three of them had different atmosphere, Theresa could feel that Armand became quiet, when she asked for

looked down, “I think, it's best not to buy it, I want to go to the clothing store and take a look, after leaving for so long,

buy it.” Mrs. Leslie pulled

you're absent minded, no matter how expensive the furniture is or how warm the house is decorated, it won't be able

stunned, Theresa married him without asking anything, one could say that he only

should not ignore her feelings

other but then we broke up, now we have no relationship, my feelings wavered because of her, not because I still love her, but because we meet again

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

initiative to hold his arm, even if she thought about it very clearly, but she was still 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 lie

very mixed

Phoebe, I'll be the first one to break his legs…

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

think we should change the bed first.” Mrs. Leslie entered a home furnishing store that only sold beds, “Armand's bed is narrow and

is trendy?” Armand closed

an European Style bed with white leather bedhead, “I think this one looks very

is liked by young people with bad taste.”

Armand's body, “You tell me, which

store.” Armand wrapped his arm around Theresa, as

want to take us to?” Theresa

lowered his head and kissed her forehead, “You'll know when

Armand brought them to a large furniture store, their furniture were in Chinese style, but