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

Before he almost succeeded, suddenly, he widened his eyes and gaped at Theresa in disbelief. “You...”

Theresa was holding a candlestick. She just stabbed the sharp needle for a candle into the back of his neck.

“Bitch! How dare you to hurt me!” John pinched Theresa’s neck fiercely and increased his strength, trying to strangle her.

Theresa almost couldn’t breathe. However, she didn’t give up. She couldn’t die. She wanted to survive and maintain her purity. Gripping the candlestick tightly, she kept stabbing it on him using all her strength, one after another.

“Ouch!” John let out a roar in pain. The two men outside exchanged their glances, clicking their tongues.

They misunderstood that John had been too crazy, so they didn’t take it seriously.

However, John had been rolling on the floor in pain. Theresa had two stabs on the main artery of his neck, and blood kept flowing out from the wounds. He thought that he was dying, howling on the ground.

Theresa stood up calmly. Picking up the bench next to her, she smashed them on John’s head several times. John blacked out, lying on the ground motionlessly.

The two men outside the room sensed something wrong, but they dared not to rush in, afraid that they would interrupt John and would be scolded by him. Standing at the door, one of them asked, “Mr. Kinney?”

Theresa wrapped her clothes. After being in a panic for two seconds, she shouted, “Shut the fuck up! Don’t disturb us! Fuck off!”

The two men were startled. Clicking their tongues, they said, “Jesus. They seem to have fun. She’s such a slut!”

Theresa stared at the door nervously. Upon hearing their footsteps going afar, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning against the wall, she covered her chest and gasped. Her heart hammered like a spring without frequency. Right at this moment, she felt so helpless. She shed tears in a panic.

realized that it wasn’t time for her to weep yet. She must

at all. There was only an air vent on the roof. She moved the benches to the wall and put them one above the other. She carefully steppe on them and crawled

was too high, she couldn’t step on the ground at all, so she had to release her hand and hop down. Fortunately, it was wet mud under the wall. Her clothes were stained but she didn’t hurt. Meanwhile, she heard the uproar from the yard. It seemed that her escape

her as soon as possible. Barefoot, she was running on the mountain without any roads, afraid that she would be taken back again. If that happened,

try her best to run away. The pricking thorns pulled out blood marks on

hissed but still

When they went to the backyard, they saw two men sitting at the door. Now they were sure that Theresa must be

who tracked

a table in the room.

used to stay in there. Soon, they were attracted by the inner room. Armand rushed over and reached out

shook. However, the door wasn’t opened. The two doors were locked from the inside with the iron lock, which wasn’t like a single door that was so easy to be opened. Boyce

agape. John was lying on the ground naked, soaking in his blood. There were no big wounds on him. The blood flew out all the small stab wounds caused by the candlestick. However, Theresa had used all her strength, so

or dead. The key point was that he was naked. Obviously, he had come over to find Theresa

turned to look at Armand, only to find the latter was trembling all over. The blue veins on

rushed to John, and smashed it on him violently. They didn’t hear

to stop him. He didn’t pity John. Even if they would kill John, they shouldn’t kill him in

she must have escaped. Look. There are benches next to the wall. She must have escaped from the air vent. Now the

speaking, he turned

gaze, looking quite annoyed.

send a few media

to call the police. Then they went to the