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...”

don't deserve it.” Mrs. Leslie's attitude was very clear, she only

she had hurt back then, he couldn't forget the break up, and then

No way!

he

“Armand...”

associated at all now, I don't want to ask nor mention anything about the past.” Armand grabbed Theresa's

around whether Armand was married or not, he didn't even have a serious girlfriend over the years, how

matter Armand was married or not, this time, she was

the wrong thing once, she

she was going to pick some furniture, but she was not in

three of them had different atmosphere, Theresa could feel that Armand became quiet, when she asked for his opinion, he always answered, “Everything that

not to buy it, I want to go to the clothing store and take a look,

already here, just buy it.” Mrs. Leslie pulled

looked at Armand, “If you're absent minded, no matter how expensive the furniture is or how warm the house is

slightly stunned, Theresa married him without asking anything, one could say

ignore her feelings when

love, we were very in love with each 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

had been 10 years anyway,

scared, her voice slightly trembled, “You know how brave I was to marry you, you can just say it if you still

very mixed

first one to break his legs… The Bernie family only acknowledges you.” Mrs. Leslie

“Don't worry, even Grandma is

furnishing store that only sold beds, “Armand's bed

trendy?” Armand closed

Leslie gave it a thought and pointed at an European Style bed with white leather bedhead, “I think this one looks very good, suitable for young people like

liked by young people with bad taste.” Armand

Leslie slapped Armand's body, “You tell me, which

take you to a store.” Armand wrapped his arm around Theresa, as if Phoebe had never shown up,

to take us to?”

her

store, their furniture were in Chinese style, but with