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 tell

lady was too good

the 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 soul

was only a while since Theresa left him. However, it seemed that she had already gotten

enjoyed bantering

lowered his

as if a part of his heart was scooped away, and blood

rest for the whole night, and he only got a momentary rest after driving to C city. He was here to see Theresa, but he

sudden, he broke out into a fit of

her his blessing. Everything was already set in stone except for actual proof in the form of

lessen the pain he was

by the wind. That

he finally brought

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

generous blessing, but it still didn’t serve to calm him down

walked into the house and tossed his jacket onto the sofa mindlessly. Elizabeth didn’t say anything to him as her eyes were

show some concern since she noticed that he was in a foul

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

her passion. With how Armand was holding up,

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

when she saw him looking like

doubt herself: Was she

Armand’s shoulders trembled very slightly