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

After hanging up the phone, Abbott returned to the bedroom. Emma was still sleeping. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he didn’t wake her up. He gently closed the door.

Emma opened her eyes as soon as the door was closed.

She had woken up when Abbott got up.

She even knew whom he was calling and what she would in face of next.

Blinking, she stared at the ceiling above and smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, men were all cold-hearted animals. No matter how intimate they were, he never changed his mind.

She thought herself so pathetic, feeling sad.

After more than ten minutes, she adjusted her mood, lifted the quilt, and got off the bed. She grabbed Armand’s shirt to put on, opened the door, and walked out. There was no one in the living room, but she heard some sounds from the kitchen.

She walked over barefoot, only to find that a slender figure was busy cooking in the kitchen.

He was in casual clothes. His waist was slender and his legs were long, looking quite slim. However, he could last for so long last night and didn’t seem to be weak.

Thinking about their erotic scenes, Emma blushed. Leaning against the door, she enjoyed his tenderness at this moment in silence.

Abbott noticed her. He looked back at her, “You are awake.”

Emma walked in, hugged his waist from the back, and said with a smile, “I didn’t know you can cook.”

Abbott answered with her line, “There are a lot of things that you don’t know about me.”

“Then please tell me.” Emma wrapped around him, her hand reaching into his pants naughtily.

He said, “I’m

his back, pecking on him bit by bit. She whispered, “I prefer to eat you

Abbott was speechless.

This woman was truly...

put the fried egg into a plate. Reaching out to

“What if I

the gas, turned around to pinch her chin, and

the newly married couple could do it for a whole night. Although we’re not married,

put on his white shirt with nothing inside. Raising her leg, she rubbed against Abbott’s

pulled her closer with strength. Emma clung to his body. He looked down at her, “Do

it when I said you

to the hard edge of the bench, and she frowned in pain. Wrapping

back of her head, making her look at him, “Emma, I know you are not pregnant. Do you have your licks from lying

“You didn’t buy it,

reddish eyes, Abbott vented

a long while later. They had done

asked, “Will you remember a woman used to

not forget a woman tried

giggled, “Is that your impression about

“Or what?” Abbott asked.

carefully, “It seems

changed into clean clothes, but Emma was

breakfast and asked her to have

sandwich with a fried egg. Emma sat down. He asked,

and took a bite, “I want