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

Amanda opened the door, only to find Casimir standing there with food and a bottle of Baijiu in his hand.

She looked at him up and down and asked, “What happened to you?”

“Let’s have a drink, shall we?” Casimir bypassed her and walked in.

Amanda closed the door and followed him. Looking at him, she realized that something must be wrong with him.

“Casimir, did anything happen to you?” she asked.

Casimir put down the things in his hands on the table.

Right then, the message tone on Amanda’s phone rang out. Amanda picked it up from the sofa and checked - it was a message from Joshua.

Casimir looked down and took a glance. He asked, “Who are you chatting with?”

Amanda tabbed the message to read.

“Abbott stays in Room 908. You can ask him yourself.”

Amanda replied to the ellipsis dots, meaning she was speechless.

“In fact, you should know it clearly. Someone was helping you all the time. He hasn’t been exposed to you yet.” Joshua replied.

“Who is it?” Casimir wanted to take a look, poking his head.

Amanda subconsciously hid the phone behind her so he couldn’t read them.

“What’s so confidential? You are even hiding it from me,” Casimir complained. Sitting on the sofa, he said, “I’m quite upset and want you to comfort me. Now I’m more upset.”

Amanda sat down and turned to look at him, “What bothers you?”

Casimir opened the takeout and the Baijiu bottle. He said, “I seemed to meet that man today.”

“Who?” Amanda was quite confused, wondering what he was talking about.

Casimir said irritably, “It’s that man.”

Amanda was speechless.

whom

“I’ll

he added, “That

eyes, “Have you

That man looked

see him?” Amanda asked

hotel,” said

Amanda inhaled.

in the same hotel

thought for a while and said, “If your appearance would bother

He truly hadn’t thought about that

wanted to find his biological father and wanted to know who he

about the

hadn’t thought about if he would

actually felt quite contradictory. I probably hate him a bit, but I want to know who he is and what kind of man he is. After all, he’s my

experienced such a matter, so she couldn’t understand

couldn’t understand what

picked up the bottle and poured a glass of Baijiu for herself and another glass for him. Raising the glass, she clinked it with his, “Just

“Why don’t you

grown up in

you just stop stimulating me?” Casimir rolled

her hands, “I can’t. I just can’t

just chat happily?” Casimir stood up

now, so he didn’t want

a sigh, “I

at

whatever you

a hug,

Amanda was silent.

pitiful. I can

blinked, “Do you

hugged him, “A

hate him?” asked

Amanda didn’t answer.

what