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

Seeing that Oscar was standing at the entrance of the shop, Armand didn’t dare to get off his car in fear of getting discovered. He continued to stay put in the car.

After a while, from afar he saw Theresa emerge from the shop. She was wearing a pure white evening dress that touched her knees as if her slender body was enveloped in a gentle moonlight. Her black hair was shoved upwards casually, and a strand of it was dangling on her forehead, which only served to increase her allure.

To look more refreshing, she had put on some make-up to cover up her pale and drained face.

Oscar glanced at her and said with a smile, “It’s a waste for you to hole up in your office with that stunning look of yours. You should go out more often and give yourself a good chance.”

Theresa pretended to be angered by that remark, “Uncle, if you are going to tease me again, I won’t go with you anymore.”

“Don’t do that. With your pretty face by my side, I can even feel myself filled with pride.” Oscar replied with a smile.

Theresa broke into a grin too, “With me accompanying you to attend events, do you think I am of some help to you?”

Oscar opened the door of the car, “Of course.”

“Then, that means that you need to pay me back for my kindness.” Theresa bent down to get into the car.

Oscar didn’t immediately go to the driver’s side. He stood outside the car door and looked at Theresa and asked with a smile, “Aren’t I good enough towards you? What kindness do I need to repay for having your company in attending an event? Are you really going to be that petty towards me?”

“I don’t care. If you don’t do that, then I won’t go now.” As she said that, Theresa looked like she wanted to get off the car. In fact, she was just playing around with Oscar. She had no intention to really get out of the car.

Oscar grabbed her and begged, “Alright, alright, I owe you one.” He twisted his mouth and snickered, “I originally wanted for you to take in some fresh air out there, but how did it turn into like it’s me who owes you one? There is a saying that goes, ‘A vile person and a woman are the hardest to satisfy. It seems that you’re the woman depicted here.”

Theresa looked up at him with her depthless, glittering eyes which were more profound after putting on some make-up, “If I am the woman described by you, does that mean you’re the vile person here?”

“I won’t

too good with her

driver’s seat and soon gunned the car and departed. The car slowly disappeared, but Armand’s gaze was still stuck in the same direction, unable to retrieve them. His

seemed that she had already gotten around on her two feet. Was that

bantering with

his

chest as if a part of

here to see Theresa, but he didn’t expect to see her going on a date with Oscar, and draped in

out into a fit of

already set in stone except for actual proof

lessen the pain he

windscreen before being swept away by the wind. That leaf

staying put for some time, he finally brought himself to start the car engine

fatigue building up in his restless body. Despite that, this fatigue wouldn’t have

most generous blessing, but it still didn’t

into the house and tossed his jacket onto the sofa mindlessly. Elizabeth didn’t say

she

as he went straight to his room and shut the door. Whenever he was at home, he would confine himself totally, and he would

passion. With how Armand was holding up, she didn’t have

was only a glass wall separating those two areas. She saw Armand sitting on the floor, his messy shirt still

of worry when

doubt

very slightly