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?”

say?” Theresa withdrew her legs and crossed her legs elegantly. She

me a chance,” Armand put his arms around her waist and

him away, “Let me

in her embrace, “Let's

eyes were darkened. She looked indifferently, but the turmoil within her was great, “I've been fooled by you last time.

register if you're not willing to do so, but don't ever imagine I'll let go of you,” Armand greedily smelled her scent, and his

you be

did not care about it and did not let go

Theresa was speechless.

you don't let go of

the side like a wronged wife and said resentfully, “Can't you stop

can disobey me. I didn't ask you to listen to me,” Theresa swiveled the executive

looked at her with a grievance. It was Theresa who asked him to go to the office and then left him hanging,

pursed her lips, “You can choose to give up if you can't

shoulders. He pinned

him away nor closed her eyes. She

say that again. I'll be sad,” Armand was a stone's throw away from her. He looked more serious and

his face, “You

and tilted his head, “Can you not bring up

with the short hair in front of his forehead, “You make

Armand was speechless.

about I settle in City C? So that I can be with you all the time, and I don't have to travel back and

and she did not dazzle by feelings and

wondered, ‘It's still uncertain whether we'll be together in the

up by his grandma. Theresa was infertile, and Armand would be the last of the Bernie family line if he wanted

Armand’s grandma accept Theresa if she learned her

lived in Armand's house for a short time, and she knew how much Elizabeth

Buzz…

However, he

pushed him away, “Your

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

an urgent call? Pick it up,” Theresa found his pocket and

to take it over, and he took a glance at the caller ID, which it

the key to

from the other end of the phone, “Mr. Bernie, we have a