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 attitude was very clear, she only acknowledged

then, he couldn't forget the break up, and then she came back, wanting to

No way!

Armand would marry, he would not

“Armand...”

had broken up, we're not associated at all now, I don't want to ask nor mention anything

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

Armand was married or not, this time,

thing once, she couldn't lose him

some furniture, but she was not in

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

go to the clothing store and take a look, after leaving for so long, I

just buy it.” Mrs. Leslie

at Armand, “If you're absent minded, no matter how expensive the furniture is or how warm the house is decorated, it won't be able to hold

him without asking anything, one

not ignore her feelings

and explained, “She's my first 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

been 10 years anyway, 10 years were equal to more than 3000 day and nights, even if they had

took the 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

were very mixed up

I'll be the first one to break his legs… The Bernie

hand, “Don't worry, even Grandma is

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

closed

bed with white leather bedhead, “I think

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

body, “You tell me, which one looks

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

want to

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

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