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

Matthew pulled the chair out for Dolores. After she sat down, he pulled out another one and sat down with Amanda in his arms.

Armand checked the time and said, “Boyce is putting on the air, isn’t he? It’s his treat, but he’s late.”

“Probably he’s delayed by something,” said Dolores. As far as she knew Boyce, he was always a punctual man.

“His girlfriend? Who is it? Hasn’t Jasmine Burke left City B already? Dolores, do you know who his girlfriend is?” Armand recalled that once Boyce had got into a woman’s car. He wondered if that woman was Boyce’s girlfriend.

“Isn’t she Jasmine Burke?” asked Dolores.

Armand shook his head, “That girl has left town...”

“I know who she is. I met her,” Amanda interrupted Armand and said complacently. She was quite proud that she was the first one among them all to meet Boyce’s girlfriend, although she didn’t like that woman at all.

“Really?” Armand asked with a smile, “Is she good-looking?”

Amanda thought for a moment, “Just so-so.”

No matter how good-looking she was, her first impression wasn’t good. It was nothing.

Amanda didn’t care about Wendy’s appearance at all. She only remembered that Wendy wasn’t good.

She couldn’t tell exactly why Wendy was good, but simply she disliked that woman.

Right then, two persons entered the restaurant.

“It’s really inappropriate for us to be late. It’s our treat.” Boyce looked a bit annoyed. He thought that Wendy was quite willful indeed. It was almost time, but she insisted on going home and changing her clothes. Hence, they were late.

“You’re introducing me to your friends today. If I was indecent, I would embarrass you, wouldn’t I?” Wendy knew it was bad to be late, but she would meet Boyce’s friends, so she wanted to show them her best side.

“If I was dirty and ugly, don’t you feel disgraced if you introduce me to your friends?”

Boyce couldn’t win against her verbally. He said indifferently, “I only treasure the character, not the hypocritical appearance. You are who you are. You don’t need to care about others’ criticism.”

Wendy pressed her lips, “Are you angry?”

“No. All right. Here we are.” Boyce meant to stop arguing. He pushed the door of the box open and said with a smile, “I’m sorry. We’re late.”

Wendy was indeed good-looking. She dressed up gracefully. Holding Boyce’s arm, she echoed with a smile, “I’m sorry. There was traffic on the way. We’re late.”

Boyce frowned. Obviously, he didn’t expect that she would lie.

They were late because she insisted on changing her clothes. How could she lie about the traffic?

and down, He slightly raised his eyebrows. Sure enough, it was truly that woman he had seen

his friends to Wendy, “This is Armand Bernie,

politely, “Nice

Armand nodded.

whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I don’t

patted her gently and whispered,

and whispered,

Miller, my girlfriend,” Boyce took Wendy to Dolores

you,” said Wendy with a smile. She looked at Dolores up and down. Pretending to cast a casual glance, she looked

speak, she noticed this man as soon as she entered

never expected that Boyce's friends

friends with outstanding ones. If she had known that Boyce had such friends, she would have grasped him a long time

at her, “Nice to meet you,

not

waiting for you guys for a long time. Come on. Don’t starve us any

down.” Wendy pulled Boyce to

of Boyce and Wendy secretly. He sent it to

look. She asked:

Armand answered: “Guess.”

I don’t care.” She

He replied: “His girlfriend. He’s introducing her to us. If only you haven’t left town. You could gather with us tonight. How about I’ll drive to

so late now. Are you

want to have breakfast

stared at her cell phone. Although she was smiling, she replied unfriendly words, “You are out of

and put

restaurant. Do you guys avoid eating any food?” Wendy looked over at Dolores, “What’s your flavor? I heard that pregnant women

I’m OK with anything,”

dishes then.” Wendy opened the menu. Amanda chimed in, “Aunt,

moment. Immediately, she smiled

“I don’t know what dishes are served in this restaurant. How could I

her, “Take a look and let me know what you want to

hated Amanda to death. She wondered why this

She blamed Amanda inwardly.

her daughter, “You can’t be so impolite. Mind

She’s just a kid.” Wendy

so impolite, but for some reason, she disliked this woman a lot. It was just like how much she

disliked others for

dishes. Uncle Boyce rarely treated us for dinner.” Armand winked at