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?”

legs and

Armand put his arms around her waist and buried his head in her arms, “Don't

away,

her embrace, “Let's

been fooled by you last time. If I fall for

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

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

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

Theresa was speechless.

you don't let go of me,” Theresa

the side like a

disobey me. I didn't ask you to listen to me,” Theresa

to

“You can choose to give

her shoulders. He pinned her down on the desk and leaned towards her to

pain and frowned. She did not push him away nor closed her eyes. She lowered

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

his face, “You used to hurt me

and tilted his head,

of his forehead, “You make me suffer

Armand was speechless.

City C? So that I can be with you all the time, and I don't

the ceiling, and she did not dazzle by feelings and

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

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

Theresa if she learned her physical

time, and she knew how much Elizabeth wanted

Buzz…

However, he did not

away, “Your

Theresa's embrace and said sullenly, “I know, but I refuse to

it's an urgent call? Pick it up,” Theresa found his

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

pressed the key to

heard an urgent voice of the maid was coming from the other end of the