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

Amanda frowned angrily, “Mr. James, what do you mean for always associating me with a dead person? Are you cursing me to death?”

“She’s not dead.” Stanford looked deeply at her.

Amanda’s heart tightened, and her voice trembled, “Your wife isn’t dead?”

“Yes. She will always be in my heart, living in this world.” After saying that, Stanford once again turned around and entered the kitchen.

Amanda looked at his back and became more and more uneasy.

His attitude always made her feel as if he knew something.

But, what was it that had leaked out?

The study.

Suddenly her mind thought of this place. She had been there before. She was shocked and sad for a long time after she knew the truth. When she left, she forgot to delete the scene of her visit. Did he see it?

She felt anxious thinking about it.

She stood up, walked into the kitchen, and looked at the familiar figure, “Stanford James.”

Stanford’s body stiffened for a moment, feeling shocked by this sudden call.

He turned around slowly, “Ms. Flores, you call me by my name so straightforwardly, do you like me?”

Amanda was speechless.

“I do have a boyfriend.” She just wanted to test it out.

Who knew that Stanford didn’t look like he knew about it?

that she was overthinking

is too young and doesn’t suit

for age? Also,

“Alright.”

Stanford smiled faintly.

of her exasperated look was so vivid that it didn’t make him

was what Amanda

Half an hour later…

the meal, and the two of them sat at

all the dishes that Amanda loved to

face to face, just like they used to

Stanford could also cook, probably because of the environment he grew in. He knew a

Amanda’s favourite dishes

that time, he had put in the effort to learn just

he

not sure

he looked into his heart that he then understood the actions of

he just wanted to make her happy and did it from the bottom of

just didn’t

it tastes.” Stanford fetched her

said before she ate it, “If it’s not my favourite dish, I won’t like

a smile, “I’m sincere, Ms. Flores. Don’t let others criticize you for being

the dishes in the bowl and asked, “Are you threatening

else.” He ladled soup for Amanda, “Don’t you

Amanda was speechless.

else. Sitting together at the table again after a year was something she hadn’t

frank at

didn’t care about this person anymore, why should she care about the