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

Boyce slowly turned his head around, and his tone was a little cold.

“Armand Bernie, I’m not in a good mood, so don’t joke with me.”

Armand looked at his face carefully. He didn’t seem like he was joking, so he also became serious, “Tell me what happened to you.”

Boyce drank another gulp of alcohol. He didn’t want other people to worry about his own matter, “It’s nothing. I’m just suddenly in a bad mood.”

He put down his wine glass and said, “I’m feeling better now.”

However, Armand didn’t think so, “We’re friends, so don’t try to hide anything from me.”

“Who’s friending with you? You only care about women,” Boyce pretended to be relaxed and teased him.

“Hey, what the…If I only care about women, would I excitedly run over with just one call from you? Do you think I’m not busy?” Armand poured him a drink, “Didn’t you want to drink? None of us can go home if we’re not drunk today!”

Boyce didn’t want to drink, so Armand took the wine glass and chugged it into his mouth, “Alcohol is the essence among foods. The more you drink, the younger you will be.”

“Be young by yourself,” Boyce pushed his hand away and stood up, “I’m leaving now.”

Armand followed him and put his arm around his shoulders, “You’re really boring. You asked me to come and have a drink, but you already want to leave when we haven’t even started drinking yet. I’m never going to trust you again. You always lie to me.”

Boyce got goosebumps all over his body. He shuddered in chills, “What the hell, be serious.”

“How am I not serious? I’m not even asking you to have sex with me. I’m straight as a stick.”

Boyce was speechless.

He really regretted calling Armand over. He must have gone crazy to give him a phone call and asked him over to accompany him. He must have gone mad.

He had definitely gone mad.

How could he forget what the hell kind of a guy Armand was?

At this moment, the waiter walked over and gave them the receipt for the alcohol. Armand pointed at Boyce, “Give it to him.”

“The total is seventy six dollars,” The waiter handed the receipt for the alcohol over.

Boyce handed over four pieces of red bills he took out from his leather wallet and said, “Keep the change.”

saying that, he walked out. Armand quickly followed

bar, Armand asked,

“I’m going

He couldn’t believe that Boyce said that. He was the second busiest man next to Matthew Nelson. He struggled so hard when he

told him that he was going home

hear him wrong or

“What did you say a while

a taxi he hailed on the roadside

Armand was speechless.

mean? He

a thought, he felt that something seemed to be wrong with Boyce. He rarely took the initiative to find him to have a drink together. He was also very busy. He worked seriously

he need to

acting strangely because something

drive his car. Instead, he sat down on a rest bench on the roadside and dialed

Abbott Baron took a few important documents. These were supposed to be signed yesterday, but Matthew didn’t come to the company. So they

can’t be

looked at

immediately became nervous. He shook his head hard, “I wouldn’t

that he didn’t want to. He just didn’t

really wanted to push him around, so that he could experience how tiring it

He glanced at the displayed caller ID, but he didn’t answer it. Instead, he directly pressed on the

the other side, Armand’s expression changed as he

One by one…

on him because he was making out

also had a good relationship with his wife. So, he evilly thought, ‘Since

dialed his

you didn’t want to answer my phone

again, and Matthew raised his eyes. The number displayed was still

the speaker mode, so that he could free his hands

asked, “What’s

expect him to answer it so quickly. He

“Why did you hang up on my phone call a while ago? Did I call at a wrong time or

head and scratched it. He wondered what was going

lift his head up. He closed the signed document and put it on the other side. Then, he said,