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 his

said that he forgot but he could not control himself

was excited when he

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

longer a man had controlled himself, the

experienced aches all over

woken up early. She turned

and good-looking, ‘I have to settle my business so I leave first. If you are too tired, then don’t

note ended with

could not see the words which

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 crossed

words, Jasmine was a little disappointed. She hoped that he could

becoming a woman from a girl, she needed to be pampered

the note and thought to herself, ‘He still makes

to throw the note away, but she did not. She looked at it again and again and finally sighed. She put it back on the table and lay

this went on for several days. Jasmine did not call Boyce. She wanted

in bed, tossing and turning. She could not sleep as she missed him. She was a bit angry, ‘Doesn’t he

send

busy, he shall have some spare

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

Ring, ring…

rang with a text message tone, she panicked and picked it up. Seeing that the screen showed

message with excitement and anticipation. The

Jasmine was speechless.

He does not even extend his greetings to me. He just sends a message with

‘Doesn’t he miss me?’