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?

was in a

her get

"I'm not very hungry. Mr. James, why don't you

already here, Miss Flores, you'd better get down." Stanford didn't mean to take her back but made it very clear that she should

bit her lower lip and bent over to get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came in, the manager

Stanford nodded.

room over here and it's quiet." The manager guided Stanford to a window seat in the VIP

in with downcast

manager pulled the chair for

him, then

said as he

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

and glanced

going to have the chef prepare it. You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly

to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the plain

However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not the restaurant

if he liked it or if he

slightly while her

ex-wife who likes 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 trance

squeezed his fingers,

couldn't

she had misheard, "I look

and touch her face. She was afraid that even her

about it, she couldn't find

face was

alike." Stanford looked at her and said, "It's not

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

do you mean by that?"

you're pretty but not as warm as she is. She loves to smile, and when 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

at the corner of her

him without reservation, all he could think about was how to set her up,

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

hate your

she were still alive,

have

Hate?

that word couldn't

him myself if I could."

her eyes and froze for a