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

Not seeing her get out, he opened the

not very hungry. Mr. James, why don't you take me back

better get down." Stanford didn't mean to take her back but made it very clear that she

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,

Stanford nodded.

The manager guided Stanford to a window seat in the

him in with downcast

please." The manager

him, then sat

Stanford said as he

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

up and glanced at

prepare it. You wait a moment."

the chef to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the

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

been here so much that he'd gotten used to it. He didn't know if he liked it or if he was used to

eyes slightly while her

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 was in a trance like he

his fingers, "You

suddenly looked up at him and couldn't

thought she had misheard, "I

She was

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

was growing

feel alike." Stanford looked at her and said, "It's

couldn't decide in her mind what he meant. Was he testing her, or

you mean by

Flores, 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

her shirt

smiled at him without reservation, all he could

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 and

hate

she were

she have hated

Hate?

think that word couldn't explain how

I could." As she

met her eyes and froze for a moment, "You