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

Boyce’s depthless eyes resembled those of a deep well, and he was frozen as he looked into the eyes of this girl. Her face was pale, and her eyes were crystal clear, which showcased a kind of maturity beyond her actual age. A sense of steely strength was hidden beneath her eyes, which incited feelings of protectiveness inside him. How could he put her in a position that would make her life difficult?

Slowly, he reduced his gripping strength, and Jasmine’s scrawny arms wrapped themselves around his neck. Her lips met his, and she landed a deep kiss on his lips.

Boyce was caught off guard by this sudden kiss and he forgot to react or didn’t even know how to respond for a moment.

Jasmine didn’t mind one bit about his passiveness as she pressed her lips harder. She liked the clumsiness in him, and she also liked how innocent he was.

Perhaps because of Jasmine’s passionate kiss, someone as passive as Boyce began to respond in subtle ways. He took her fragile body into his arms and tried to reciprocate her kiss albeit a little awkwardly.

After some time, Jasmine was he first to let go of him, and her lips had turned into a cherry which was dipped in dew. The moisture was glistening off her reddish lips, and as she blinked, she said with a hoarse voice, “How will I regret everything? I really love you. You are just too dense and foolish since you believe whatever I had said. I was just messing with you. I will never, ever regret this.”

Boyce watched her sincere yet passionate face, and he felt like something was fluttering in his heart akin a feather fluttering, which made him a little numb and tremble. His heart seemed to take on a life of its own as it got out of his control. His heartbeat was irregular and without rhythm.

He wanted to reveal his feelings, but he was no good at expression such intimate words. All he could do was to gaze at her quietly.

His brows jolted as he said in a low voice, “Jasmine, I won’t betray your trust. Thank you for believing in me.”

Jasmine initially imagined that he would now belt out a “passionate confession”, and even if he didn’t do that, he should at least express his love for her. However… he was thanking her for her trust with such a serious face?

She sniffed loudly and complained, “I am almost ready to cry, but somehow you make me want to laugh.”

Boyce’s face continued to be dense, “Did I say anything wrong?”

He was thinking in his heart, ‘What did I just say wrongly?’

you had just said. Your words are perfect, and

furrowed his brows, “You are going to laugh instead of crying because of

are not smart enough.” After saying that, Jasmine sped off into the house and jumped onto her bed. She wrapped herself tightly with

urgency and sat down on the edge of the bed before reaching out to peel off her blanket. Jasmine’s head popped out of the blanket, and

as he thought that her face still looked a little childish but at the same time, it also looked like a flower waiting to

just yet as he closed his eyes and took in her scent. There was a faint shampoo fragrance in the air, which made

called her

“Yes.” Jasmine answered.

as he said,

body to one side and left a gaping space

down

whole place in a warm light. Jasmine asked him, “Do

Boyce nodded, “Indeed.”

of the room. His blood was boiling,

up and switched on a small fan by the table. She then returned to bed and asked again, “Do

shook his head, “Not

as a pillow as she continued, “Accompany me for a few more

without hesitation,

need to think about it?” Jasmine

answered, “There’s no

as she took his arm and placed it under her head. She was using his arm as

her. He was a little dense when it came to his feelings, but he was still an honest man who couldn’t control his bodily impulses