Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Chapter 890

"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

out of the car. Not seeing her get out, he opened the back door for her, "Miss

Mr. James,

Stanford didn't mean to take her back but made it very clear that she should get

the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so

Stanford nodded.

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

him in with downcast

lady, please." The manager pulled

him, then sat

as usual," Stanford said as

and order those same dishes every time because his wife loved them. Now, this was a strange woman and he was still ordering the

and glanced

the chef prepare it. You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly said with

for the chef to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the plain water on the table and asked,

without thinking. However, it was only after he had finished that he realized

much that he'd gotten used to it. He didn't know if he liked it or if he was used to it, but

slightly while her curled

it's my ex-wife who likes it." Stanford leaned back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and

squeezed his fingers,

him and couldn't help but frown. What

she had misheard, "I look

her face. She was afraid that even her parents wouldn't

it, she couldn't find

was growing

alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford looked at her and said, "It's not really

what he meant. Was he testing her, or was

you mean

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

her shirt under

she'd smiled at him without reservation, all he could think

left me bruised and battered, so I wouldn't dare smile

hate your

to Stanford that if she were

she have hated

Hate?

that word

myself if I could." As she spoke, she stared

eyes and froze for a

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