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

Jasmine mumbled some vague response under her breath.

They then entered the room under an ambiguous, inexplicable atmosphere.

The two of them sat by the bed. Boyce’s back was strangely straight, his palms on his laps slowly curled into fists.

Jasmine drooped her eyes and from time to time her eyelashes were seen trembling. Her hand was grabbing at her robe uneasily, and all of a sudden her hand was grabbed by someone. That had felt warm, and there were calluses on the inside, “Sit right here.”

Jasmine stood up and Boyce put his hand around her waist and led her to sit on his lap.

He looked up at her and asked in a hoarse voice, “Ar—Are you ready?”

Jasmine looked down at the floor and a strand of hair dropped across Boyce’s face. His boiling blood seemed to go up a notch as he raised his hand and lightly take the rein of her bathrobe. With a slight pull, the bathrobe came undone.

Jasmine’s body inadvertently tensed up, and she suddenly grabbed his hand only to see him looking at her. They were locking gazes.

With their eyes meeting, Boyce thought that she was afraid, so he ventured, “I guess you are not ready yet…”

Before he could finish his sentence, his lips were interrupted by Jasmine’s kiss.

The two of them finally broke through that imaginary veil separating them. With Jasmine’s initiation, everything began smoothly.

Boyce pushed him to the bed, and Jasmine suddenly felt bare naked from the front. She realized that her bathrobe had come undone.

She instinctively wanted to block her front, but Boyce grabbed her hand to prevent that, and his gaze slowly fell on her.

Her face was burning, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Jasmine’s body developed pretty well, and although she was not the voluptuous type, she still had all the assets a woman should have. Her skin was fair, and her figure was curvy.

She bit her lips, “Do I need to buy some medicine?”

Boyce’s eyes were depthless and dark, and his voice was straining greatly, “What do you want that for?”

more, was there any need

birth control pills.” Jasmine still wanted to complete her studies first. She didn’t want to have a baby

health, right?” Boyce was a little frustrated. How could he forget this important

her arms around his neck

could ward off pregnancy for as long as

and said, “I’m going to buy… a condom. It’s not good for your health to take that kind of

Jasmine nodded.

change of clothes before going out, and Jasmine covered herself with the blanket. Her whole body was buried within the

being taken care of, and getting loved by

upbringing wasn’t all fairy tale, she was able to meet Boyce. He was mature and understanding, and he knew how to

soon so that she could bear

see

expectation was all she

table. She looked at the source of the ringing and saw that it belonged to Boyce. He didn’t bring his phone when

fetched it and saw that Armand’s name

it some thought, she

“Hello.”

department. Do you

sat up straight and replied, “I know

traffic

straight

and he was met with an accident. He’s in the surgical theater

was utterly shocked? Drunk driving?

“H—How is he now?”

her blanket away and started

know for now. Just come over

alright. What hospital are you at

caller stated the address before

clothes was there. She hastily wore Boyce’s T-shirt

that Jasmine was tying her hair in the bathroom. There was a black plastic bag