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

"Miss Flores, what are you doing here?" Stanford thought he was looking at the wrong person.

Amanda clenched her hands, which were hanging at her sides, into fists. She was trying desperately to suppress the emotions tumbling inside her to remain calm.

"I ..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "I got lost."

"I'll give you a ride. Get in the car." He looked at her and said.

Amanda released her clenched fist and smiled, "Then thank you."

Stanford was quiet and didn't say a word.

She pulled open the back door and sat in.

"I don't know if you've got things handled?" She meant something else, "I don't want anything to go wrong while we're working together."

Stanford remained silent as he started the car and drove away.

What happened last night was an accident, but it was deliberately posted online and became a scandal. He had dealt with it.

The incident had upset him, too.

"Miss Flores, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? My treat today." Stanford suddenly spoke up.

Amanda thought for a moment, "How can I refuse since you have been so gracious in inviting me?"

Stanford glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Every time he saw her, she would do something unexpected.

This time was no different.

There seemed to be a certain magic about her that attracted him and always made him want to be near her.

And he didn't like that feeling in his heart.

He didn't like it when a woman made him do things that were out of his control.

The car pulled up and stopped in front of a restaurant.

Amanda got a good look at the restaurant while her heart was in turmoil once again. This was a restaurant she used to love to come to, and she loved to pester Stanford to come with her. It had all the dishes she liked to eat.

Why had he brought her to this restaurant?

What did he know?

in a bit of a

Not seeing her get out, he opened the back door for her,

very hungry. Mr. James, why don't you take me back

mean to take her back but made it very clear that

out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as

Stanford nodded.

manager guided Stanford to

followed him in with downcast

The manager

him,

Stanford said as

come with his wife and order those same dishes every time because his wife loved them.

and glanced at

prepare it. You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly

to arrange for the chef to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the plain

said without thinking. However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not the restaurant he liked, but

if he liked it or if he was used to it, but

lowered her eyes slightly while her curled lashes

it." Stanford leaned back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body in a hazy haze. He was in a

squeezed his fingers, "You look

him and couldn't help but frown. What had

misheard, "I look like

up and touch her face. She was afraid that even her

she couldn't find when she had

face was

not that you look alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford

decide in her mind what he meant. Was he testing her, or was he simply guessing based on his

do you mean by that?"

make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that softness disappeared again when his gaze fell on Simona, "You're more sombre and completely different from her. You do smile, but

of her shirt under

he could think about was how to set her

unreserved and true to the person I liked. But my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and left me bruised and battered, so I wouldn't dare smile like that again. I'm afraid of meeting the next scum. Although one's eyes have 5.76 pixels, they can't see through the human heart." She looked down and let out

you hate your

occurred to Stanford that if she were

she have hated

Hate?

think that word couldn't explain

wish I could have killed him myself if I could." As

her eyes and froze