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.

felt his heart

she invited him here, it was probably not out of sincerity, and she

they cooking up

not

upset as he was still holding on to the thought that the wine was a

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

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

was a forgone day that he had

that, Stanford rolled his wheelchair and left the dining table. He didn’t dare to touch

part and apologized, and it was not easy to gather everyone like this.

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 showing some concern towards you. He’s just

at Enoch’s visibly infuriated expression and thought that his father was indeed angry. How could this be interpreted as him showing

could sense that things were going south right at this moment. They were all here to make peace with each other, but why were they starting to get riled up

up too and announced, “I am not hungry

wish!” Enoch tossed his chopsticks and rolled himself

in her heart, thinking that Enoch was being too impatient and lost his composure too

room and idle. I will send you back before long.” George pushed Stanford towards his

didn’t show any sign of

tidy, and it was still the same

as he fumbled around and tossed all

closet, he turned to look at Stanford, “I think dad has been in bed for too long. He is a little

had long known the true colours of his father, and he had long lost hope and faith in him.

wouldn’t mind

should start looking for a

looked uncomfortable, looking like a shy, big guy, “About that,

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

to suppress a turmoil of emotion

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

am thirsty. Go get me some water.” Stanford

George complied.

up to

an agonized

that

was blind to

his eyes, wanting to hide away all of

made some tea and was about