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

seeing her get

Mr. James, why

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

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

Stanford nodded.

The manager guided Stanford to a

him in with downcast

lady, please." The manager pulled the chair for

him,

Stanford said as

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 a strange woman and he was still ordering the

glanced at the

it. You wait a

sip of the plain water on the table and

However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was

didn't know if he liked it or if he was used to it, but he liked coming

slightly while

her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body in a hazy haze. He was

squeezed his fingers, "You look

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

misheard, "I

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

about it, she couldn't find when she had exposed

face was

alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford looked

decide in her mind what he meant. Was he testing

you mean

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

of her shirt

when she'd smiled at him without reservation, all he

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,

you hate your

suddenly occurred to Stanford that if she were still alive,

she have hated

Hate?

think that word

him myself if I could." As she spoke,

her eyes and froze for a