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

Chapter 509

He was fascinated and obsessed, wanting to rush up to her, hug her, and tell her he missed her.

But the reality was that he only dared to look at her from afar, and did not even dare to make a sound, for fear that she would see him.

They came closer and closer. As long as he called them softly, they could see him. But he came in such a hurry and eagerness that he hadn't thought about how to face her.

Just as they were about to see him, he turned and stood at the corner.

He had never been so cowardly in his life. Facing his lover and children, he chickened out.

"Mommy, can I make wontons tonight?" Amanda asked as she walked to the entrance of the neighborhood, taking Dolores by the arm.

Dolores looked down at her daughter and asked with a smile, "Do you know how to do that?"

"No, but I can learn."

Just as Amanda finished, Andrew said, "Then you eat your own wontons."

"Okay! Humph, I won't let you eat my wontons even if you want to," Amanda tilted her head and said loudly.

Andrew got worried, "What if the wontons you make have no fillings but only wrappers?"

"It won't happen. You have to trust me." Amanda took her brother's hand, "I've made dumplings before, have you forgotten? I have experience."

Amanda spoke like an adult. After saying that, she also patted Andrew's shoulder, "Don't worry."

"I remember that you made some dough last time, right? This time Daddy isn't here and no one will eat your dough."

felt hurt and let go of Andrew's hand and took Dolores' hand, "Mommy, Mommy, look, my brother is so annoying. He doesn't trust me and even hits me. The teacher said that children should be praised so that they can improve. If he keeps

Could

praise was needed. Otherwise, what if she really

best. You can definitely

wontons too," Andrew said. Otherwise, what should he do when Mommy and his

dotingly and helplessly, "Okay, you guys can

heard the helplessness

walked into the neighborhood, and their voices grew lower and lower, and finally they could not be heard at

standing in place. Hearing their conversation, he remembered the time when Dolores got petulant and gave him all the dough

time. The corners

so simple. There were no flashy words,

lived from day to

tilted his head, and quietly looked at the building, imagining what the people inside were doing at the moment. He occasionally let out a giggle as if

he glanced in the man's direction again. He just thought he had been mistaken. This time, he was sure he wasn't mistaken. There was indeed a man sitting on

for him. It was a pity that such a

so he didn't have time for this. He walked quickly into the neighborhood. He came back on the noon flight, so he was later than Matthew, and Theresa

in time to see Dolores and the two kids making wontons. He changed his shoes and

walked to the table and saw the wontons on the table, partly exquisite and partly horrible. He frowned, pointed to the dough made by Andrew and Amanda, and asked, "What are these? Are they

for you." Amanda

don't let me eat them, I can grab some." Hearing Oscar's words, Amanda pulled a wry face

her head, "I used to be

on TV were bad guys. Could

are bad guys, so are

immediately denied, "I'm not a

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