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

Amanda did not even have the time to refuse.

Sally said, “It looks good.”

She looked in the mirror. Having such a sparkling diamond on a black dress, its dazzling brilliance was accentuated even more.

“Wow.” Nina ran in at some point and exclaimed when she saw how beautiful Amanda was. She walked over and when she saw the necklace around her neck, she said, “I told you, my dad has a house full of jewellery and he can take care of you well. Now you see it isn’t a lie, right?”

Joan once took her in so she had seen the house full of jewellery.

Amanda sighed slightly. ‘She doesn’t know what should she do to this child anymore. No matter what she said, this child would always forget and then continue to fix her up with Joan.’

“Why do you come in? You don’t want to feed the fish anymore?” Sally asked her.

Only then did Nina remember what she was here for.

She hurriedly said to Amanda, “It’s almost time. I’m here to call you, Dad is waiting for you.”

Sally helped Amanda, “Let me help you put these on.”

Whilst Amanda was hesitating, Nina said, “Put it on. It looks good.”

She glanced at Nina in the mirror, compromised and let Sally put on for her. After all, she was going to a banquet with Joan. According to the domestic language, it was to make the man look good. It was not good for her to be too shabby and putting this marquis in disgrace.

everything was packed up, she got up and walked out of the

and Sally followed

his clothes. It was not western clothes but a neat military

figure looked heroic and he was not smiling. All these

was standing in the doorway and instructing the

“Dad.”

his head to

from him. Her figure was tall and lithe while her

Joan gazed at her.

skin was smooth and her eyes were beautiful. When she was smiling, her brows revealed an indescribable charm. She was like a first bloomed peony flower, gorgeous but not coquettish, bewitching but not vulgar when she was dressed in the strapless black thigh-high slit dress. The attractive white fine legs which were

gently clenched. His tone was not as natural and indifferent as usual, “The driver is ready,

Amanda walked over.

with his arm. After

standing in the doorway waved her

hand

the car

road. Through the glass, Amanda saw George walking from the house

aren’t important. The important part is how come

car,” Amanda blurted out. She was afraid that George’s

the

Joan also