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.

mouth and nose. Looking out the car window, bustling lights flashed in front of her

Theresa was still immersed in her own world, the driver had already parked the car

her face clean and

dry the dampness on her face then patted her face to make herself

want it to be in front of Armand, much less let him saw

the door. Mrs. Leslie had slipped a key in

said, “This is your home, you have to have the key to enter

She was very thoughtful.

door to the house, and Mrs. Leslie was sitting on the sofa. Seeing that she had returned, Mrs. Leslie quickly stood up from the sofa and came

Leslie’s gaze by hanging her

go pick you up and

then said, “He’s busy with something. He

subordinates.” Mrs. Leslie’s facial expression changed instantly, “I’m going to teach him a good lesson when

Theresa reluctantly smiled.

to eat when he

thin. I’m going to help

how to respond to Mrs. Leslie’s enthusiasm, and could only lower her head

in the kitchen. She put the phone with the

with soup, brought it to the living room and placed it on the table, “Eat it while

at him,

his jacket and put it on, “No,

to the door. When he opened the door, he stopped, “This

you?” Phoebe

lowered his voice, “I remember you’re

married, would you get

was stumped by

in his world, he

he already had Theresa, and he

her, and no matter what his reasons or thoughts were at that time, since he married her, he should

matter how deeply he and Phoebe was in love before, after ten years of

the reason why she left back then, if she wasn’t willing to say, then he wouldn’t

the past

to

After saying that,

They are sweet and nutritious this time of the year.” Mrs. Leslie put the washed strawberries into Theresa’s

putting food on my

didn’t eat them, it’ll refute Mrs. Leslie’s kindness. But when she ate them,

she ate until

your belly is, where’s your belly?” Mrs.