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

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

Mr. James,

take her back

the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came in, the manager came to greet

Stanford nodded.

The manager guided Stanford to a window

followed him in with downcast

please." The manager pulled the

him, then

said

manager froze for a moment. He used to come with his wife and order those same dishes every time because his wife loved them. Now, this was

glanced at

going to have the chef prepare it. You wait a

to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the plain water on the table and asked, "Mr. James, do you like

thinking. However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not the restaurant he liked, but the one she

gotten used to it. He didn't know if he liked it or if he

slightly while

leaned back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body

his fingers, "You look like

up at him and couldn't help but frown. What had

she had misheard, "I look like your

reach up and touch her face. She was afraid that even her parents wouldn't recognize her,

about it, she couldn't find

was

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

mean

she smiles at me, her arched eyebrows always 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

at the corner of her

smiled at him without reservation, all he could think about was how

wouldn't dare smile like that again. I'm afraid of meeting the next

you hate your

suddenly occurred to Stanford that if she were still alive, what would she

she have

Hate?

think that word

him myself if I could." As she spoke, she stared into

her eyes and froze for a