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?”

won’t

too

gaze was still stuck in the same direction, unable to retrieve them. His soul seemed

she had already gotten around on

she enjoyed bantering with

slowly lowered his

torturing his chest as if a part of his heart was scooped

a momentary rest after driving to C city. He was here to see Theresa, but he didn’t expect to see her going on a date with

of a sudden, he broke out into a fit of

he would have given her his blessing. Everything was already set in stone except

it still didn’t lessen the pain he

away by the wind. That leaf was similar to him, as lonely as someone who was abandoned by

some time, he finally brought himself to start the car engine again and

now that he was returning to B city once again, he could feel fatigue building up in his restless body. Despite that, this fatigue wouldn’t have broken him. The only thing breaking him now was the smile Theresa had

telling himself to give her his most generous blessing, but it still didn’t serve to calm him

mindlessly. Elizabeth didn’t say anything to him as her eyes

she noticed that he

would confine himself totally, and he would only appear at the dining table when it was time for a meal.

slowly lost her passion. With how Armand was holding up,

The balcony of the living room was adjacent to Armand’s balcony, and there was only a glass wall separating those two areas. She saw Armand sitting on the floor, his messy shirt still worn on him. His hair was sprawling in a messy fashion, which made him look very

when she

but doubt herself: Was she

trembled very slightly when he spoke