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

“Why are you feeling unhappy? Did Armand bully you?”

Theresa looked at her phone, she said after keeping silent for quite a while, “No.”

Her unhappiness was not caused by Armand; it was caused by the surroundings. After all, Armand’s grandma was still blocking between Armand and her although she was staying away from Armand’s grandma.

The child was the obstacle that they couldn’t overcome.

Oscar sent her a helpless emoji.

Oscar sent her a voice recording after a while, Theresa then clicked on it. She thought that Oscar was going to tell her something, but to her surprise, it was a piece of music.

The music was from the classic scene of Journey to the West, in which the Monk Pig was carrying his wife on his back, quite amusing.

Theresa pulled a wry face in a moment.

A message popped up again on the screen, “The Monk Pig was so happy even if he was carrying the monkey on his back, but you are unhappy all the time even if you have a handsome husband.”

Theresa couldn’t help laughing, “Uncle, your comforting words are different from others.”

“Of course, I am what I am, the one and only me.”

Theresa laughed and replied quickly, “Are you really getting carried away?”

“Haha, isn’t it that uncle is trying to make you happy?”

Theresa replied, “I know.”

“Then please take good care of yourself since you know it, being angry will make you older, so you should laugh more. You will not want to look in the mirror anymore one day when there are wrinkles on your face like me.”

“There is no wrinkle on uncle’s face, there are just the marks left by the time.”

“You’re a good talker.”

“I’m just telling the truth.”

“I haven’t seen you for just a few days, you’re so sweet now.”

“I’ve learnt from uncle.”

so good in

Armand

Theresa was smiling while looking at her phone, so he was curious

surprisingly, “Isn’t it that

walked toward her and said, “I’m back because I’m worried that you may be boring.” His eyes fell on Theresa’s phone

at it, she then stood up from the hanging chair and

kept silent while looking

are you looking

his eyes

you unhappy when staying with me? If not, why you have never laughed so happily

when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he noticed that Theresa was unhappy because of

put himself in her shoes, he

Therefore, he didn’t ask.

was having great pressure to stay with him, but he couldn’t

go. It was easy to think in

contradiction in him, she looked into his eyes and said, “I

will have mercy on us and let us have a child successfully, so that we won’t have to worry about the child again.” Armand took her

leaned in his arms,

went to have a meal, then a movie which was popular recently, there

the movies nowadays liked to include some sentiment scenes, so those who

also considered sensitive, Armand told her that she would cry because she was a

gave him a dirty

said, “Men will also cry, but it’s more difficult, this kind of sentiment

his arm and bit hard on it, Armand didn’t move,

only realized it when her mouth was

deep row of teeth marks, some sites

me that it’s painful?”

“It’s not painful, why should I say that it’s

Theresa was speechless.

again!” Theresa pulled his arm, pretending that she wanted to bite him again, but Armand still didn’t move, he said, “I’ll make it as the marks left by you. I’ll go to the tattoo studio and have the teeth marks tattooed on my arm, is it

his thinking at all. ‘He is a lawyer, having a tattoo on his arm will make other people feel that he is not a serious lawyer when seeing it. Some more, the teeth marks don’t look

a tattoo, just have me tattooed on your heart!” Theresa pointed at his

laughed and grabbed her hand which was pointing at his chest; he held it tightly in his hand and kissed it. He put one of his arms around Theresa while another hand in the pocket, then he talked while he walked, “Let’s go find a tattoo studio and have you tattooed on my heart, I’ll let the tattooist use the best tattoo ink, which cannot be removed using any

have that kind of ink?” Theresa continued his words