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

However, there was no water in the cave. Besides the rocks, there were only dried branches and leaves.

If they couldn’t get out and she kept being on fever, Armand couldn’t imagine what would happen.

If they just sat and wait to be saved, they would have to wait for a long time. Theresa couldn’t continue waiting upon her current status. He put her down gently, walked to the entrance, and looked up. The entrance wasn’t straight from the ground above, so he couldn’t see anything above at all. All the light came in through that narrow crack.

Looking at Theresa who was lying next to him, he whispered, “I’ll definitely help you out of here.”

He didn’t fear death, but he couldn’t let Theresa die.

He took off his shirt and shoes. Clinging his skin to the rock would increase the drag force, which would help him to climb. Since the entrance was broad flat, he estimated the distance. Then he turned his body aside, supported himself with his legs against the rocks on both sides, and started climbing up.

However, when he started moving practically, he found the distance between the two rock walls was not the same. The higher he climbed up, the wider the gap was. His legs couldn’t be opened up so widely in the end. Even if he could move to the side, he couldn’t keep climbing up.

He hadn’t eaten for a whole day and night, so he was a bit weak now. His body suddenly lost some strength, and he slid down again. However, he didn’t give up. He tried again and again but fell all the time.

In a daze, Theresa faintly saw a figure climbing up to the entrance of the cave. He went up and fell, again and again. She tried to remind him not to waste his energy, but she was too weak.

When she was locked up, she was afraid that the food and water were with some drug, so she dared not to eat at all. Now she was on fever, so she was way too weak.

She wanted to stop him but couldn’t speak out at all.

Armand’s strength became less and less after he fell again and again. In the end, he was too worn out, looking up in despair.

It was alright if he would die, but what should Theresa do?

her appearance and voice, and tried her best

tears dropping from the corners of

wondered what

looked at Theresa, who was half squinting. Her eyes were blurred, so she couldn’t see Armand’s expression clearly. Instead, she

brushed the hair on her forehead and said hoarsely, “I’m not afraid of death at all. I feel good when dying with you together. At least, we can

he shed tears

It’s not because I don’t trust you or I don’t love you. It’s because... whenever I recalled it, I would have a nightmare for a long time, but right now, I want to tell you. I’m afraid in the future I wouldn’t have the chance to have the nightmare at

his face. “I can’t remember how old I was at that time. Probably I deliberately try to ignore the things that happened in my

cheated on my father. I saw her take a man home and have sex with him in the bedroom belonged to her and

expression, but she could feel his helplessness

woman was his mother. He hated her for being so

history to anyone, and even Boyce and Matthew didn’t

his grandmother had

passed away when

have such a mother, but I couldn’t choose from which woman’s belly I should be born. Her affair would be found by others sooner or later, but I never expected that day would come so

was canceled by the company within a short notice, so he went back home earlier than planned. He found my mother’s affair, caught her adultery with the man on the bed. He must be enraged

home from school, I saw him point his neck

saw him committed suicide in my presence. He was quite impulsive and hurt seriously when he killed them. When his reason came back,

she determinedly left me. It had been ten years before I could let go of her. I had thought I could let go, but my love to her had

I met her again, I even didn’t have the reluctance in those ten years. I used to imagine what I would ask her when meeting her again. I would also scold her for being irresponsible. However, I didn’t. It was because I lost the reluctance after meeting

and relaxed when being with you. Once I had the impulse to tell you about my past, but I was afraid that you would disdain me. I was so afraid to show you my miserable past. Back then, I thought it was because Phoebe Lewis

don’t regret sharing my past with

he would probably die here. Before dying, he wanted to