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?”

in his company for

to him, “Take Matthew Nelson to Grand Hyatt Hotel and knock him out, no matter by piling him with alcohol, drugging him, or any other ways. You’d better pile

a chill all over, “Are you

to admit this woman was too filthy,

grabbed his collar and leaned over, “Why are you

honestly, “You

“Are you

she was leaning over. He could see her curves. Despite Emma’s evil intentions, as a woman,

was

looked away, “If I admit I’ll

with another man. Besides, I wouldn’t make myself an obverse target. As long as I’ll spend some money, a lot of women in the nightclubs will want to do it.

in from his collar. Touching his chest, she

know if I’m a man

Emma laughed, “I know.”

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

It was completely dark outside. Only colorful neon lights were flashing,

a low voice,

chin. She pecked on it gently, “I won’t ask you to take the responsibility. After

squinted, “Woman, you are so boring. After sleeping with me, do you

trading relationship. We are sort of sex partners. If you are interested, I

was full

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

still had a blush on her face that hadn’t

in a bathrobe after more

be sex partners,

He said, “You

waist. Clinging to him tightly, she raised her head and kissed him on his lips, “If you don’t