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."

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 hitting me, I'll

felt funny. Could praise make people

Well, praise was needed.

You can definitely make

Andrew said. Otherwise, what should he do when Mommy and his sister

dotingly and helplessly, "Okay, you guys can do whatever

the helplessness in Dolores' tone and were amused by

into the neighborhood, and their voices grew lower and lower, and finally they could

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

The corners of his mouth

were no flashy words, no exciting scenes. Having a simple family

building where Dolores lived from day to night. The lights went

sit, threw his suit on the ground, tilted his head, and quietly looked at the building, imagining what the people

he got out of the car, he glanced in the man's direction again. He just thought he had been mistaken. This time, he was sure

for him. It was a pity

had to see Dolores right away, so he didn't have time for this. He walked quickly into the neighborhood. He

making wontons. He changed his shoes and

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

you." Amanda

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

rubbed her head, "I

TV were bad guys. Could he

are bad guys, so are

denied, "I'm not a

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