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

Boyce bowed his head and kissed her forehead, his eyes turning unfathomable. He said softly, “I like you.”

Jasmine blinked and said, “I know.”

If he did not like her, it was impossible for him to marry her.

His eyes turned more unfathomable and he repeated the words again with a softer voice.

This time, Jasmine seemed to understand what he meant as she could feel that his body feature changed slightly.

She could not help but frown. Her small face was crinkled as she asked softly, “Won’t you feel tired?”

It was already one day.

She was scared now. There was no break in the middle and she suffered a lot.

“That...” Jasmine was thinking about how she could tell him that she wanted a rest in an indirect manner.

“I’ll leave tomorrow.” Boyce could sense her hesitation. He knew it was too frequent but he wanted it so much. He could withstand it before he did it but after he had done it, his control power became weaker.

‘I’ll leave tomorrow and I rarely come back home.’

‘Jasmine still wants to reject?’

She snuggled up to his chest gently. She was embarrassed and her cheek was hot, “You, be gentle a bit, my waist is painful.”

Boyce looked at her reddened cheek. He hugged her slender body with his hot palm and kissed her lips, “I know.”

...

forgot

could not be said that he forgot but he could not control himself when he became

the saying goes, “A new broom sweeps clean.” This man was excited when he became the real man for

sleep well that night. She thought that a man who could control himself for a long time like Boyce could control himself

a man had controlled himself, the more

all over her body. They continued non-stop

the temperature was gone. He should have woken up early. She turned over and saw a note on the

are too tired, then don’t cook. This is the phone number for delivery order 135********. They will

note ended with

not see the words

was reluctant to leave. He wished to stay with her for a little longer, but he had to work. It seemed inappropriate for him to write “I’ll miss you” at the end of the note. It seemed not serious, so he

at the string of words, Jasmine was a little disappointed. She hoped that he could

woman from a

to herself, ‘He still makes mistakes? He’s

but she did not. She looked at it again and again and finally sighed. She put it back on the table and

as usual, this went on for several days. Jasmine did not call Boyce.

night, Jasmine was lying in bed, tossing and turning. She could not sleep

send

he shall have some spare time to send

thought about it, the angrier she became. She sat up.

Ring, ring…

that the screen showed Boyce’s number, she

with excitement and anticipation.

Jasmine was speechless.

me for so long. He does not even extend his greetings to me. He just

‘Doesn’t he miss me?’