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

Abbott sat still, “You can speak directly. There’s no outsider here. No one else would hear it.”

Emma’s expression gradually turned cold, “Why? Why are you so afraid of me? Will I swallow you alive?”

Abbott was hiding her. She wasn’t a tigress, was she?

Abbott stared at her for a few seconds in silence. To make her trust him, he sniffed, move to sit next to her, and smiled, “Why are you so petty?”

Emma snorted, “Abbott, did you lie to me when agreeing to help me?”

“I didn’t. I truly didn’t lie to you.” Abbott had a flattery smile, “I planned to quit. To help you, I didn’t quit but I became undercover for you. What’s your plan?”

As long as he knew her plan, he would resolve the problem ahead.

Emma thought for a moment, “I’m not nuts, but I’m upset and frustrated because my family has been broken. I know that I have to be punished by the law for breaking the law, but I can’t be indifferent to those who have destroyed my family but still lead a happy life. It’s not against the law to destroy the couple and make them break up, right?”

At least, she hadn’t heard that any mistress was put into jail.

Abbott was speechless.

In his opinion, there were so many mistresses in this world. If being a mistress was against the law, he wondered if the number would decrease.

He strongly wished that such kind of law would be announced.

Destroying others’ families was moral corruption. Violating others’ ownership should be defined as a crime!

However, Abbott was only hoping that. It wasn’t a realist. The most important right now was to get to know Emma’s plan.

“What do you plan to do?” asked Abbott.

Emma looked up at him, “You are working closely with Matthew Nelson, and he trusts you a lot, doesn’t he?”

Otherwise, I wouldn’t stay in his company

piling him with alcohol, drugging him, or any other ways. You’d better pile him with alcohol, make it a drunken scene, and show his wife Dolores Flores. She must misunderstand it when seeing Matthew Nelson and another woman

a bit, feeling a chill all over, “Are you sure you’ll be so

had to admit this woman was too filthy, and even men

grabbed his collar and leaned over, “Why are

honestly, “You

“Are you

down at her, his gaze falling on her collar that was open because she was leaning

was aroused by her

I’ll be jealous,

man. Besides, I wouldn’t make myself an obverse target. As long as I’ll spend

she released him. Her fingers reached in from his collar. Touching his

stiffly, “Don’t you know if I’m a

Emma laughed, “I know.”

lower, almost pressing on Abbott, “Don’t you want to do

dark

a

approached Abbott’s chin. She pecked on it gently, “I won’t ask you to take the

After sleeping with me, do you

trading relationship. We are sort of sex partners. If you

was

to endure. In the end, he gave up. Carrying her, he walked to the

having sex, Abbott went to take a shower. Emma was nestling in the quilt naked. She still had a blush on her face that hadn’t faded away. She was quite sleepy but

came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe after more than ten

sex partners,

didn’t agree or reject. He

was naked, Emma lifted the quilt, got off, and held Abbott’s waist. Clinging to him tightly, she raised her head and kissed him on his lips, “If