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

Theresa was shocked, who was this woman?

She had a guess in her heart, but she didn’t want to admit that Armand would go behind her back to see his ex-girlfriend.

But if he didn’t go to see her, then who was this person that answered the phone?

Theresa held onto the phone tightly without speaking.

“I’m Phoebe, we met at the entrance of the home shopping mall this morning.” Phoebe looked in the mirror, and the woman that reflected in the mirror still looked beautiful. To say that there was any change, then it was also only just an extra line at the corner of her eye, but it didn’t hinder her good looks.

“He came to find me, and we’ve been staying together. I said I was hungry, and he personally cooked for me. Although he married you as his wife, but I think he still has me in his heart.” Phoebe deliberately spoke softly, in case Armand who was outside heard it.

Theresa immediately put the phone down and hung up. She looked at the phone in her hand, and as if it was a hot potato, she wanted to throw it away several times.

Armand was with Phoebe!

She held onto her chest suddenly. She felt her heart ached.

Theresa didn’t know if it was because Armand had cheated her or because she already had feelings for him.

Allison closed the store and walked out to see Theresa still standing at the entrance, then asked, “Haven’t you been left for a while? Why are you still here?”

Theresa turned her head away and avoided Allison’s gaze, “Uh, I’m waiting for someone.”

“Oh okay, go back early then, it’s so cold. By the way, you have to invite me to dinner someday, you got married but I didn’t even get to attend your wedding dinner.” Allison didn’t notice Theresa’s discomfort and patted her shoulder, “I’m leaving.”

“Okay.”

Theresa responded.

After taking two steps, Allison suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at Theresa, “Do you want me to give you a lift?”

Theresa shook her head hurriedly, “No, you go first. He’ll be here soon.”

“Alright then. You bad girl, your love is always more important than our friendship.” Allison laughed and teased her, then turned around and got into her car.

After Allison had left, Theresa walked to the curb and hailed a taxi. Sitting in the car, her mind was still in chaos.

She didn’t know what to do.

She was scared on one hand.

Scared that Armand and Phoebe rekindled old flame.

covered her mouth and nose. Looking out the car window, bustling lights flashed in front of her eyes, but she didn’t have the

the driver had already parked the car at the entrance of her residence

face clean and took out

dampness on her face

didn’t want it to be in front

took out the key to open the door. Mrs. Leslie had slipped a

“This is your home, you have to

She was very thoughtful.

was sitting on the sofa. Seeing that she had

hanging her clothes and gave out

go pick you up and come back together?” Mrs.

clothes froze for a moment, then said, “He’s busy with something. He

to go to court, he has so many subordinates.” Mrs. Leslie’s facial expression changed instantly, “I’m going to teach him a good lesson when he comes back. He’s a

Theresa reluctantly smiled.

eat first. We’ll let him have nothing to eat when he comes back.”

“You’re too thin. I’m going to help

how to respond to Mrs. Leslie’s enthusiasm, and could

other hand, Phoebe came out from the bathroom and Armand was still in the kitchen. She put the phone with

noodles with soup, brought it to the living room and placed it on

up at him, “You’re not eating

his jacket and put it on, “No, you

walked to the door. When

if I miss you?” Phoebe looked

lowered his

weren’t married, would you get back together with

was stumped by

in his

he already had Theresa, and he couldn’t hurt

what his reasons or thoughts were at that time, since he

was in love before, after ten years of time, that feeling had

she left back then, if she wasn’t willing to say, then

the past

to stay

this world.” After saying that, Armand

nutritious this time of the year.” Mrs. Leslie put

on putting food on my plate during dinner, and

eat them, it’ll refute Mrs. Leslie’s kindness. But when

why she ate until she’s too

your belly?” Mrs. Leslie glanced at