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

Alyssa Delbert squeezed her eyes.

Enoch James shut his mouth immediately.

“It’s not easy for me to make it back here. We should be in a celebratory mood.” George James used the chopsticks to pick up some food, “Dad, this is your favourite braised steak, and mum, this is your favourite fried water bamboo. Bro, this is your favourite braised eggplant.”

“Thanks, son.” Alyssa was full of smiles and it was the kind of smile that came from her heart, all because of her son. She didn’t try to fake a smile like when she was apologizing just now.

“It’s rare for us to gather around like today. Let’s toast to each other.” Alyssa went to fetch a bottle of wine.

When she was pouring alcohol for Stanford, she said, “I was always wrong in the past. Please don’t be bothered by my silliness.”

“Mum, Stanford’s injuries on his leg is still not recovered yet. I don’t think he can drink, can he?” George removed his Stanford James’ glass and reaffirmed himself, “I don’t think you should drink.”

Alyssa’s expression seemed to freeze as she barked at her son, “How can you be so impolite now? This is a glassful for your brother.”

“He’s hurt.” George looked at Alyssa and repeated.

Alyssa stared at his son and secretly cursed at him: This moron!

However, she maintained the smile on her face as she said reluctantly, “…Then let’s not make him drink.”

George raised the glass of wine that Alyssa had just filled for him and said, “It’s a waste if no one is drinking this. I’ll be polishing it off.”

As he said that, he wanted to pour the contents into his mouth, but Alyssa suddenly stopped him.

“George!”

George asked with confusion, “What’s wrong?”

“No—nothing.” Alyssa took his glass away and said, “Since your brother’s not drinking, then you shouldn’t drink too.”

George was dumbfounded upon hearing that, “Isn’t it a waste to not drink it since you’ve already poured a glass?”

Alyssa said with a smile, “It’s not decent for you to drink alone. We will call this off.”

Then, she took the wine away.

George continued to stare at Alyssa as he couldn’t figure out what was going on. However, Stanford who remained silent all the time seemed to have caught on to something.

Was it possible that there’s something mixed in with the wine? Or else, she wouldn’t have stopped George from drinking it.

sudden, he felt his heart enveloped in a

it was probably not out of sincerity, and she wasn’t really planning to apologize

were they cooking up this

pretended not to

a little upset as he was still holding on to

Alyssa retook her place by the dining table, “It’s been too long since the whole family

can’t even remember the last time we were

was too long ago, and it was a forgone day that

that, Stanford rolled his wheelchair and

have done our part and apologized, and it was not easy to gather everyone like this. Are you really going to rain

a big deal that he said that he doesn’t want to eat. Stanford said that he has eaten dinner just a moment ago.” Alyssa hastily got up and stroked Enoch’s back in an attempt to calm him down. As she consoled her husband, she said to Stanford, “Stanford,

Enoch’s visibly infuriated expression and thought that his father was indeed angry. How

make peace with each other, but why were they starting to get riled

up too and announced, “I

his chopsticks and rolled himself back into his

Enoch was being too impatient and

and idle. I will send you back before long.” George

any

tidy, and it was still

smiled sheepishly as he fumbled around and tossed all of his

the door of his closet, he turned to look at Stanford, “I think dad has been in bed

true colours of his father, and he had long lost hope and faith

mind one

should start looking for a

looked uncomfortable, looking like a shy, big guy,

you, bro?” George sat by the bed and looked at Stanford seriously, “I can see that Simona really loves

to suppress a turmoil of emotion inside him, “Why do you say

come looking for me and ask me about your preference. In fact, I didn’t know at all. She probably thought that since we grew up together since our childhood days, I would know.” George’s voice slowly became softer, “Although she was from a good background, she really was easy to get along with. She’s a fine one,

me

George complied.

got up to

room was shut, Stanford initially calm-looking face revealed an agonized look.

knew that

was blind

to

had made some tea and was about to send it in bumped into George who just emerged