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

Elizabeth felt lonely and looked at the housekeeper who was wiping the table. She asked, “Why did you become a housekeeper? I thought you’re at the age of being a grandmother already.”

Bertha said, “I have two sons. The eldest son was married and had children, so I’m already a grandmother.”

“How about your younger son?” Elizabeth asked again.

“My younger son is not yet married,” Bertha replied.

Bertha answered every Elizabeth’s question without even giving further elaboration. Elizabeth was bored after chatting a while. She sighed softly and turned her wheelchair back to the house.

The home was also empty. She picked up the photo on the table and stared at the photo of herself when she was still young with her husband by her side.

She was sitting in a chair with her husband standing behind her. Through this photo, she seemed to see herself when she was young.

“I’m old in a flash.” Elizabeth said sadly, “I can see that Armand is unhappy and is getting angry with me. He probably hates me in his heart. But I just want him to have a child so that the Bernie family has at least a descendant. Am I wrong?”

The person in the photo was still smiling and nobody answered her.

She hugged the photo, “Is it time for me to go and accompany you?”

“Hey…”

Elizabeth sat alone in the house for half a day. Armand came back quite early today and Bertha had prepared the meal before he entered the door.

Elizabeth was very happy to see him back home. She said, “Hurry up. Wash your hands and eat. I purposely asked Bertha to make the food you love…”

There was a snap!

Armand entered the house and closed the door before she could finish her sentence.

Elizabeth was dumbfounded and stood still in place.

table and came

as she rolled her wheelchair,

the door,

“Wait for a while.”

the scrumptious meal on the table but she

came over, “He will come in a

and said, “I get

he was wearing and came out with just simple

sat down at the table and started having

his plate when she saw that he was slightly happier,

eat the piece that Elizabeth had put on his plate. He finished

“Armand…”

help me wash them.”

said, “I’m going to

go into this room

know it,”

the room and closed the door.

had put on his plate. He had not

her wheelchair and went back

wall was still streaming a drama while Jasmine was lying on the bed and fell

the remote control from her hand.

eyelids twitched as she opened her eyes and stared at him,

forehead, “You don’t

up, “Buy me a ticket

you to eat first, then only

and then let’s go quickly.” Jasmine had been at home all day

asked her,

said, “No, it’s