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.

his heart enveloped

probably not out of sincerity, and she wasn’t really planning to apologize and let bygones be bygones,

cooking up this

not to sense

upset as he was still holding on to the

by the dining table,

emotional too, “You’re right, I can’t even remember the last

it was a

eaten something. You guys enjoy.” After saying that, Stanford rolled his wheelchair and left the dining table. He didn’t

our part and apologized, and it was not easy to gather

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, please don’t get angry. Your father is just

infuriated expression and thought that his father was indeed angry. How could this

sense that things were going south right at this moment. They were all here to make peace with each other,

up too and announced, “I am not

tossed his chopsticks

Enoch was

send you back before long.” George pushed

any

room was never neat or tidy, and

he fumbled around and tossed all of his messy clothes into his

the door of his closet, he turned to look at Stanford, “I think dad has been in bed for too long. He is a little twisted now, so don’t mind

the true colours of his father, and he

mind

a girlfriend.” Stanford

like a shy, big guy,

and looked at Stanford seriously, “I can see that Simona really loves you. It’s a pity that the two

held his handle and tried hard to suppress a turmoil of emotion inside him, “Why

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, so

thirsty. Go get me

George complied.

to leave the

the room was shut, Stanford initially calm-looking face revealed an agonized look. He clutched his chest as a stabbing

knew that she loved

he was

his eyes, wanting to hide away all

was about to send it in bumped into George who just emerged from