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

“We’ve agreed last time. We must talk in private,” said Stanford first.

Amanda said, “Okay. But I hope you can keep your promise. After you’ve told me what you want to speak, you can’t come to bother me anymore.”

Stanford looked down a bit, his thick eyelashes covering his ink-black pupils. He hummed in a low voice.

“Let’s go.” He moved first. Amanda followed him.

“Go ahead and tell me what you want to speak. I’m quite busy,” said Amanda impatiently.

Stanford turned to look at her. When he was about to speak, a car parked on the roadside. Seven or eight men got off with the baseball bats, surrounding Amanda and Stanford together.

“Who are you?” Stanford frowned.

“Are you Stanford James?” The lead didn’t answer his question. Instead, he wanted to confirm Stanford’s identity.

Stanford stood in front of Amanda protectively. “I am. I’m the one you’re looking for. Let her go.”

“Sure. We’re looking for you. We won’t hurt anyone innocent.” Stanford was their only target.

Stanford didn’t know who they were, but he knew that they came for him. He whispered to Amanda, “Hurry up and leave here.”

“Who have you offended?” Amanda didn’t leave immediately. Watching the scene, she frowned. “How dare they do such a thing in broad daylight?”

Stanford noticed that she slightly frowned, and suddenly his heart fluctuated. He wondered if she cared about him.

about me?” he asked in a gentle tone, trying

let out a laugh. “What do your life and death have to do

she turned away without

asked, “If something happens to me, will you remember

won’t,” answered Amanda ruthlessly, “You’ve never been

Bang--

was smashed on Stanford’s back. He frowned and let out

seven or eight men rushed to attack him altogether. No matter how

Stanford was good at fighting, but he

she looked back, she saw Stanford struggling hard while fighting against the gang. Even if he didn’t

phone and called the emergency number. She

yelled, “I’ve called the police. Fuck off if you don’t want to go

hearing her voice, Stanford looked back, only to find that Amanda was standing nearby with her cell phone in her hand. He wondered if she still truly care about him. He confirmed his thought. Otherwise,

didn’t think it was a misfortune

that Amanda still

Bang!

man behind Stanford suddenly smashed the bat on his head. His pupils shrank tightly. Thick blood

towards him,

hurriedly got

and squatted down to hold him. “Are you

gradually became unconscious, but seemingly

He raised his hand...

her cheek, his hand