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

Theresa slightly nodded. Armand got her permission. He held himself up with one hand, reached out his other hand and caressed her cheek, her eyes, her nose and her lips. He used his fingertips to imprint how she looked like. He wanted to remember how she looked like and forever keep it in his memories.

He then inched closer and Theresa closed her eyes.

Armand kissed her slowly without rushing. He knew that Theresa was very vulnerable right now and needed protection. He whispered in her ears, “Theresa, you can tell me everything in the future, good and bad things. Don’t keep it to yourself.”

He was always jealous, back then when she was always full of smiles and was always smiling at others.

Not long after, he realized that she smiled less and less when she was with him. Her smile felt forced, she was trying to hide her feelings and didn’t want to open up to him.

Theresa opened her eyes widely in bewilderment upon hearing him.

Armand kissed her eyelid, his lips were soft but it was still ticklish. Theresa closed her eyes again.

He kissed her for a very long time. Theresa was now used to his familiar and intimate touches.

Armand unbuttoned her shirt and Theresa didn’t felt as disgusted as she thought she would be. She welcomed him with open arms.

Soon, clothing fell onto the ground, Theresa’s and Armand’s.

…

When Theresa woke up she was lying on the bed. She remembered vaguely that Armand carried her to the bedroom. Armand’s shirt was on the end of the bed. She simply grabbed it and put it on her. It was big on her and looked like a mini dress. It covered her private parts and exposed her long and slender legs.

out of the room and saw Armand in the kitchen with an apron on. Theresa leaned on the door and looked at his back. He was in casual wear, his waist looked thin and his legs long. He looked slender

handsome. His skin was fair and his facial features prominent. When he smiled foolishly he seemed unruly, but when he was

looked like someone in their 20s. When he was not wearing his suit and his tie, if he tried to put on a stern face he

these past few days after moving out. She was smiling again. She took a stride and walked towards Armand, she then hugged his waist from behind. She looked

as large as his fingers. They were pink and was mostly cooked. Theresa

to

to touch her cheek, but he kissed her on the forehead instead after

He saw everything.

he couldn’t

scared and anxious because

Armand with a serious look on

the part between his eyebrows,

Armand couldn’t smile.

briefly, “Let’s try it one more time. We’ll give up if we fail

if we fail…” he paused briefly, “We won’t move back to my place, I’ll

She couldn’t handle his grandmother; she liked how relaxing it

hide behind you while you deal

liked looking at her like this. He liked that she was smiling again, he liked that she

that the outcome wouldn’t change. If this wasn’t successful,

hospital smelled like antiseptic and Theresa was tired of the smell. Every second passed in the hospital was draining

was great that she could go home and