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

The topic of conversation was too flirtatious. Boyce's face froze. He tightened his arms around her and said, "When you graduate."

Jasmine kissed him on the face and said, "How old would you be when I graduate? And it's not like we’ll get a child when we want one. What if we delay for a year or two and the pregnancy accounts to another year, won’t you already be old when we’ve finally had a child?"

Boyce glanced at her and said, "Nonsense, old is for men in his 70s and 80s. Even if we’ve delayed for so long, how can I be considered old before I even hit 40?"

Jasmine smiled and pinched his chin. "I didn’t know you still like being young. You’ve made such a detailed plan."

Boyce told her not to touch him. "I'm driving."

Jasmine sat docilely.

Boyce said, "It's not that I like to care. It's that you're too young for me to be old."

Jasmine inexplicably thought it was funny.

She thought he was cute.

"You’re not old." He was just manly.

When one became steady and composed, he looked mature and had a sense of age.

Jasmine sat quietly. Before long, the car drove to their community. Boyce parked the car in the underground garage. They took an elevator from the garage to the living floor.

Boyce opened the door. After entering the house, Jasmine took the lunch box to the kitchen. There was a bowl of unfinished soup in it. Jasmine said, "There’s still some soup left here. Eat it, or it will be wasted."

Boyce came over and said, "You don’t want to eat?"

late. It’s easy to get

at her up and down. "You're not fat, it’s okay

I don't want to get fat." Girls nowadays disliked getting plump. What's more, she just got married. She wanted to keep a good figure, not for anything else, just to

bowl of soup and handed it to

He had sweated outside.

said, "Go on,

her and

left, took his clothes and went to

lunch box into the sink, turned on the faucet, squeezed some detergent on the dishwashing cloth, washed the lunch box and cleaned it up. She went out of the kitchen. Boyce hadn't finished taking a bath yet. The clothes on the balcony had gone dry and were

the

fold them on the sofa in the living room. Her

bath. He had a faint fragrance of shower gel and it smelled good. His hair was still wet. He didn't use a hairdryer after taking the bath and

pressed tightly against his chest. She couldn't help swallowing. "I, I'm going to fold

took the clothes off her hand, put them on the table beside

There was burning lust in his eyes. Her body became hot too

her hand around his neck and tiptoed to kiss him. However, Boyce suddenly

was holding her too tightly, so she had to let him

felt pain and her lips were almost numb. She involuntarily wanted to step back. She accidentally touched a

him and kissed him again. Her body was against the glass door on the balcony. The curtain was not pulled and the light was on. She

deep. He bent over to carry her up, walked into the bedroom

had

lip. "I haven't taken a bath

don’t have to." Boyce grabbed the corner of her clothes and rolled them up. Jasmine arched her body slightly to cooperate with him,