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?"

"It's too late. It’s easy to get fat when you

"You're not fat,

She wanted to keep a good figure, not for anything else, just to make herself pleasant for her husband

handed it to

He had sweated outside.

"Go on, I'll wash

took a deep look at her and said nothing in the

his clothes and went to

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

down the clothes rack and

on the sofa in the living room. Her waist was suddenly seized by a

a 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 only used a dry towel to

his chest. She couldn't help swallowing. "I,

clothes off her hand, put them on the table beside casually, and stretched out his hand

and met his eyes. There was burning lust in his eyes. Her body became hot too when she came too

stars. She put her hand around his neck and tiptoed to kiss him. However, Boyce suddenly tightened

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

were almost numb. She involuntarily wanted to step back. She accidentally touched a pot of green plants on the

the balcony. The

were deep. He bent over to carry her up, walked

had already

lip. "I

have to." Boyce grabbed the corner of her clothes and rolled them up. Jasmine arched her body slightly to cooperate with him, and soon the