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?”

her legs and crossed her legs elegantly.

arms around her waist and buried his head in her

away, “Let

sorry,” Armand snuggled up in her embrace, “Let's go register for

within her was great, “I've been fooled by you last time. If I fall for it again this

but don't ever imagine I'll let go of you,”

frowned, “Look at you. Can't you be steady like an

did not care about it and did not let

Theresa was speechless.

angry if you don't let go of me,” Theresa pretended to be

her and stood by the side like a wronged wife and said

ask you to listen to me,” Theresa swiveled the executive chair to her computer desk to continue her

at her with a grievance. It was Theresa who asked him to go to the office and then left him hanging, “You're going

to give up if you can't

pinned her down on the desk

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 her eyes and looked at

again. I'll be sad,” Armand was a stone's

gently stroked his face, “You used

tilted his head, “Can you not

forehead, “You make me suffer

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 forth between City

ceiling, and she did not dazzle by feelings and said

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

his grandma. Theresa was infertile, and Armand would be the

accept Theresa if

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

Buzz…

this time, the phone in Armand's pocket rang. However, he did not want to answer it and let the phone

away, “Your

buried his face in Theresa's embrace and said sullenly, “I know, but I refuse to

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

a glance at the caller

the key to

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