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.”

...

he forgot

but he could not control himself when he

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

man who could control himself for a long

longer a man had controlled himself, the more

when she woke up. She experienced aches all over her body. They continued non-stop and that

no one beside her, even the temperature was gone. He should have woken up early. She turned over and saw a note on

I leave first. If you are too tired,

note ended with

frowned. She could not see

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 crossed out after he wrote the

was a little

becoming a woman from a girl,

the note and thought to herself, ‘He still makes mistakes? He’s heartless to leave

at it again and again and finally sighed. She put it

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

bed, tossing and turning. She could not sleep as she missed him. She was a bit

he send me

he’s busy, he shall have some spare time to send a

more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She sat up. No matter where she looked at, it

Ring, ring…

message tone, she panicked and picked it up. Seeing that the screen showed Boyce’s number, she

on the text message with excitement and

Jasmine was speechless.

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

‘Doesn’t he miss me?’