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

Amanda was a bit taken aback, wondering what she had said just now.

She recalled what she had said and couldn’t find anything that she shouldn’t say.

“How can I know what you used to be like, Mr. James? You misunderstood.” She faked being calm and pushed all the blame on Stanford, “Do you want to change the subject on purpose?”

Stanford was speechless.

“Just stop beating around the bush. Do you want to stop our cooperation? Or do you have other ideas?” said Amanda aggressively.

“Ms. Flores, I can’t understand what you said.” Stanford looked at her. He looked pretty calm but in secret, he covered his expression with his calmness, his eyes twinkling, “You are so excited now. What do you want to cover?”

Amanda directly looked away to avoid his gaze. The longer he gazed at her, the more panicked she became, “Mr. James, I don’t know what you are talking about. Well, please wait for the contract termination.”

Then she was about to leave. However, she just took one step before her wrist was grabbed. She looked back and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Ms. Flores, please make it clear to me.” Stanford dragged her, walking towards a cafe nearby.

Amanda struggled fiercely, “Let go of me!”

Right then, Gerben stopped Stanford, “Please let go of her!”

“Who are you?” Stanford squinted. Earlier, he didn’t see such a man around Simona.

“He’s a bodyguard hired by Casimir for me. What’s wrong?” Amanda quickly gave him a suitable excuse.

Stanford turned to look at her, becoming more and more interested in her.

her aggressive and arrogant look was way

business with you, but you resist so much. What are you afraid of? You’ve also hired a bodyguard. Whom

Shouldn’t I be more careful? My boyfriend cares about me.

so unpleasant for some reason. He couldn’t control that upset

fault to bring you trouble. I apologize.” The next second, he changed the subject, “I believe we have a

didn’t truly mean to stop cooperating with him, so she agreed.

agreement and sat back

could you please let go

her cold eyes. His emptiness would become less only when he was gripping her. Although he was

walked into the cafe and found a quiet place to sit down. A

would

answered, “Anything would be

of latte with extra milk, which used to

menu, he handed it to the waiter and

the menu over and

her to the restaurant that used to be her favorite, and this time, he

She sneered inwardly.

you seem to be quite unhappy.” Stanford could tell that she was not in a good

like milk in

like it either before. Coffee had its bitterness, but

“Why did you change?”

the question,

business why he