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.

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

a laugh. “What do your life and death have

away without

and asked, “If something happens to me,

answered Amanda ruthlessly, “You’ve never

Bang--

and let out a groan. Then he

him altogether. No matter how capable Stanford would be, he found

Stanford was good at fighting, but

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

end, she pulled out the phone and called the emergency number. She whispered to herself, “Just for the sake that we use to know each

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

only to find that Amanda was standing nearby with her cell phone in her hand. He wondered if she still truly care about

his lips into a faint smile. He didn’t think it was a misfortune at all. Instead, he

that Amanda still cared

Bang!

man behind Stanford suddenly smashed the bat on his head. His pupils

trotted towards him, but it was too late. Stanford

who attacked him hurriedly got in the

hesitated for a moment and squatted down

Stanford only saw black. He gradually became unconscious, but seemingly he could still see the woman in front

He raised his hand...

her cheek, his hand