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

Her arms which were dangling by her side seemed to be at a loss as to where she should position them.

Very soon, the elevator arrived, and Boyce urged her to enter first. She walked forward and waited on the side as Boyce entered next and pressed the designated floor. He then stood by her side.

Jasmine stole a peek at him but noticed that his face was indecipherable. She couldn’t guess what he was thinking.

She tried to start a conversation, “You guys are quite close.”

Boyce immediately knew what she was referring to. He nodded, “You’re right.”

A loud ding interrupted them and the elevator stopped moving. Boyce exited the elevator followed by Jasmine from behind.

Boyce opened the door to his house and entered it. The two of them remained silent for some time, but then they both spoke at the same time.

“You first…”

“You should take a bath first.”

The two of them exchanged a smile, and Jasmine added, “We smell like hot pot exactly. You should bath first, I’ll do it next.”

Boyce nodded.

She took a seat on the sofa in the living room, but her heart was still racing. She didn’t know what kind of mindset she should set herself in, and she couldn’t keep her thoughts from wandering.

As her mind wandered, the contents became more and more ambiguous. Her cheeks were blushed as she slapped her head lightly. What the hell was she imagining now?

To shift her attention away, she took the remote controller and switched on the television.

She changed the channels repeatedly, but after a dozen channels, she still couldn’t find some show to settle on.

At the same time, the sound of water gushing could be heard coming from the bathroom.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a vague outline of a huge figure on that semi-transparent glass door.

She couldn’t help but recall his muscular naked upper body.

She blushed again and thought that she must be crazy now. Why did she think of such a thing?

“Ah, ah…” She didn’t like to engage in such messy thoughts, but at the same time, she had no control over her mind. She vented her frustrations on a pillow on the sofa as she pinched and punched it.

However, she didn’t notice that the sound of water had stopped in the bathroom. She was still lost in her messy thoughts as she tried to dissipate them and calm herself down. However…

“What are you doing?” Boyce looked at her in confusion.

messily on top of it, and immediately she saw Boyce standing in front of

droplets resting on his chest, and they were glinting off the faint light in the room.

as

did he finish

blinked as she cowered at the thought of him seeing

did you finish your bath?” Jasmine

What’s wrong with

her head almost too quickly, “No, I—I need to

like an eternity, she couldn’t come up with any good response. She quickly found herself some excuse and fled on the

into the bathroom and slammed the door without

mirror in the bathroom had an automatic defogging function, so through the clear mirror,

expression was awkward, and she completely felt embarrassed at the

have found a hole to

whole thing

she

today. Why did

shake off the embarrassment

day?” Jasmine couldn’t help but wish for time to turn back. If she was given another chance, she wouldn’t

Knock knock—

knocking on the bathroom

became tense as she asked at the door, “Wh—What’s

standing right outside the door as he replied, “I have used the bathrobe inside, so I am fetching

shelf. There was only a towel lying

didn’t just let go of the robe. He

was silent for a

had

that she was

to come

of sleeping over here with you, is there anything wrong with me

changed and naturally, at this point, he finally realized that he shouldn’t ask

that she must be feeling

bath first.” Boyce turned to

more embarrassed when she put her

the bathroom and began her bath. She even washed her hair and dried

reflected in the mirror was beautiful, young and had a good figure. She curled up her lips and the girl in the mirror smiled reflexively. It was a sweet

herself that she was

show was playing, he wasn’t really paying