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

got out of the car. Not seeing her get out,

James, why don't you take me back to the

mean to take her back but made it very clear that she should get

get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came in, the

Stanford nodded.

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

followed him in with

The manager

thanked him,

as usual," Stanford said as he

wife and order those same dishes every time because his wife loved them. Now, this was

glanced at the manager, "Mr.

You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly said with a

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

that he realized that this was not the restaurant he liked, but the one

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

eyes slightly while

it's my 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

his fingers, "You

up at him and couldn't help

thought she had misheard,

help but reach up and touch her face. She was afraid that

couldn't find when

face was growing

people feel alike." Stanford looked

decide in her mind what he meant. Was he testing

do you mean by

smiles at me, her arched eyebrows always make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that softness disappeared

the corner of her shirt under the table.

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

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

you hate your

if she were still

she have hated

Hate?

word couldn't explain how she

if I could." As she spoke, she stared into his

her eyes and froze for a moment, "You