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

Boyce did not stop his footsteps and opened the car door, then got into the car. He started the car and left the place.

Wendy rooted in the spot and stamped her foot in anger.

She knew from his words that Boyce had aware of something. For the sake of her father, Boyce was not willing to unmask her.

Wendy bit her lip and could only watch helplessly as the car left.

She did not dare to chase after him. She was afraid that Boyce had the real reason for her divorce that was her black history. It was a monkey business and could not be exposed.

She decided to find out why Boyce suddenly changed his mind.

She wondered, ‘Will someone change the character after encountering an accident?’

She turned around with anger and returned home.

At the same time, Theresa was still working overtime in City C. Armand was bending over the table and looked at Theresa eagerly, “Are you hungry? Do you need me to buy you some late-night supper?”

“Didn't we just have dinner?” she was coloring a drawn picture on the computer, and she wanted to find out the most suitable color for the dress style.

Armand smiled, “I'm afraid you'll be hungry.”

“Can you be quiet? You're like flies now,” Theresa looked at him, “If you're still making noise endlessly, then I suggest you go home hurriedly.”

Armand immediately shut up and crouched down in front of her, “I'm not going to talk now, but let me give your leg a massage.”

Theresa moved her hand away from the mouse and swiveled round in her executive chair to face Armand, “Why aren't you going back? Why are you so idle every day? Is the firm going out of business?”

Armand did not stop his hand's movements and gave her legs a good massage. He raised his head and showed her a grin, “You are going to take care of me forever if the firm is closed down.”

Theresa put her foot on his legs and bent towards him. She looked at him, “I don't like men who are good-for-nothing.”

Armand was speechless.

“Don't worry. I'll never let you sleep on the street...”

“Wait, I'm not going to be with you,” Theresa interrupted him.

Armand blinked his eyes with a resentful expression, “How can you go back on your words?”

I say?” Theresa withdrew her legs and

her waist and buried his head in her arms,

pushed him away,

her embrace, “Let's go

been

I'll let go of

you. Can't you be steady

about it and did not let go of her, “You know well whether I'm a

Theresa was speechless.

go of me,” Theresa

and stood by the side like a wronged wife and said resentfully, “Can't

didn't ask you to listen to me,” Theresa swiveled the

him to go to

choose to give up

shoulders. He pinned

back was against the edge of the desk, she felt pain and frowned. She did not push him away nor closed her eyes. She lowered

was a stone's throw away from

stroked his face, “You used to hurt

and tilted his head, “Can you not bring up the old

front of his forehead, “You make me suffer a

Armand was speechless.

you all the time, and I don't have to travel back and forth between City C and City B,” he said as he put his head upon her

she did not dazzle by feelings and said indifferently,

uncertain whether we'll be

was brought up by his grandma. Theresa was infertile, and Armand would be the last of the Bernie

accept Theresa if

for a short time, and she

Buzz…

in Armand's pocket rang. However, he did

pushed him away, “Your phone is

embrace and said sullenly, “I know, but I refuse to answer

Theresa found his pocket and took his phone

took a glance at the caller ID, which it

pressed the key

the maid was coming from the other end of the phone, “Mr. Bernie, we have a situation here. Mrs. Bernie