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

The doctor heard him this time. She turned around and looked at Armand after placing the medicine in her hand on the counter and passing it to another patient. She took over the medicine in Armand’s hand and said, “It’s antiemetic.”

Antiemetic?

Armand frowned and still wanted to ask what kind of disease this was that required antiemetic medication.

However, the doctor who gave him the medicine had already walked inside to take medicine for other patients. Armand took the medicine and walked over to Theresa. He had some guesses in his heart. He was, after all, an adult. He had seen it before, even if he had never experienced it.

He walked over step by step. He looked at Theresa, who was sitting in a row chair, and his gaze swept over her abdomen. He asked very seriously, “Are you pregnant?”

Theresa’s heart jolted for a moment. However, she became serious in the next second, “What are you talking about?”

Armand handed the medicine in front of Theresa serenely, “This is the antiemetic medicine. You have a serious pregnancy reaction, don’t you?”

Theresa pretended to be calm and looked at Armand calmly, “Armand, do you still think that I’m still willing to give birth to your baby? Even if I have your baby, I won’t want him.” She snatched the medicine from Armand’s hand, “I vomit badly because I ate some cold food and got a stomachache. So, I went to the hospital to get some medicine. Have you ever seen a pregnant woman who takes antiemetic medicine?”

Armand was not sure about this. He knew that a pregnant woman couldn’t simply take medicine.

“But…”

“But what?” Theresa interrupted him, without giving him any chance, “Armand, we’re now separated. I still have a wonderful life ahead of me. Even if I’m pregnant, do you think I still want the baby?”

Armand was speechless. He clenched his fists, “Do you hate me this much?”

“Yes. I hate you.” Theresa turned around and left after she finished saying.

When Armand wanted to follow her, his mobile phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly rang. He took out his mobile phone. Matthew was the one who called. Usually, Matthew seldom contacted him. He pressed the answer button, “Go to LJ Garden.”

Matthew hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Armand stared at his phone for a few moments, then at Theresa, who was walking away, before finally sighing. It was not a matter of a few sentences if he wanted to chase back Theresa. He put his mobile phone in his pocket and walked out of the hospital. He didn’t go and follow Theresa, but he went to LJ Garden.

When he walked in, a waiter walked towards him and asked, “Are you Mr. Bernie?”

Armand nodded, “I’m here to find Matthew.”

Nelson is in the second private room. Please follow me.” The waiter led Armand

in the spacious private

and sat down. He asked while smiling,

seldom called them to eat together because he was always on the go. Boyce’s workload was also very heavy. He was the only

lips, “Don’t laugh.

refuting Boyce, “What can be more vexed than

the most vexing thing to him right

was gradually improving. Only Theresa’s attitude was steadfast. He had run

Theresa was impervious now.

no way around

I’m in a bad mood.” Armand called the waiter. Boyce grabbed him and asked the waiter to go out, “We’re not ordering anything now. You go out first. We’ll call you again when we’re ready to

going to eat at a restaurant? Are we going to

said solemnly, “Yes. We’re going to

smiled, “Are you kidding

display screen on the wall suddenly light up. He looked at the display

he soon realized that they were not watching a movie because the

the private room. Armand took a careful look at him and found that the man in the private room

the same university, but they were not in the same class. But this man, who was a rich second generation, was in the same class

recalled many things in the past when he saw him,

Maserati to the university. It was stunning. He hasn’t

stared at him

quickly realized that something wasn’t right. He looked at Boyce and then at Matthew, “What do you want to do? You asked me to come to the restaurant and don’t allow me to eat. Why do you want me to look at

when he knew the truth. He said tactfully, “Have you

had a sharp mind. He got the point

say anything, as if he had acquiesced about

abruptly, “I

grabbed him, “When did

Boyce, “I go and ask

wait.” Boyce let go of him, “You will

at Matthew and then

he heard the word