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.

was ready down for a long time she had hurt back then, he couldn't forget the break up, and then she came

No way!

marry, he would not

“Armand...”

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

serious girlfriend over the years, how could there

this time, she was

wrong thing once,

returned to the country and she was going to pick some furniture, but she was not in the mood so she turned

became quiet, when she asked for his opinion, he always answered, “Everything that you like is good.”

not to buy it, I want to go to the clothing store and take a look, after leaving for so long, I don't know how the store is doing

already here, just buy

how expensive the furniture is or how warm the house is

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

ignore her feelings when he

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

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

“You know how brave I was to marry you, you can just say it if you still love her, but you

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 family only acknowledges you.” Mrs.

“Don't worry,

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

which one is trendy?” Armand closed in and

and pointed at an European Style bed with white leather bedhead, “I think this one looks very good, suitable for

is liked by young people with bad

Leslie slapped Armand's body, “You tell

arm around Theresa,

want to take

kissed her

a large furniture store, their furniture were in Chinese style, but with