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 bit of

car. Not seeing her get out, he opened the

James,

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

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.

The manager guided Stanford

followed him in with downcast

lady, please." The manager pulled

thanked him, then

usual," Stanford said as he

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

up and glanced at the

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

took a sip of the

he had finished that he realized that this was not

to it. He didn't know if he liked it

eyes slightly while

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 like he was

squeezed his fingers,

looked up at him and couldn't help but

had misheard, "I look like your

was afraid that even her parents wouldn't recognize her, yet he

about it, she couldn't find

was growing

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

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

mean by that?"

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

clutched at the corner of her shirt

she'd smiled at him without reservation, all he could think about was how to set her

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

that if she

she have

Hate?

word couldn't explain

killed him myself if I could." As

froze for a moment, "You