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

Evelyn blinked while looking at him. “Why? Don’t you believe me? Are you afraid I might not cure your eyes?”

“I like being this way.” Andrew chuckled.

“Why? You even can’t see me.” Evelyn looked quite serious. “I must cure you.”

Andrew waved at her. “Come here.”

Evelyn put down the herbs in her hands and walked to him. Then she sat on his lap naturally. She had a faint scent of the herbs, which didn’t smell bad. It made his mind clear instead.

Andrew stroked her through her back to her cheek, pinching it gently. “I’m afraid you’re too ugly. I’ll be freaked out.”

Evelyn pressed her head on his shoulder. “You said you won’t mind if I was ugly. Why? Do you want to go back on your word?”

quite serious and deep. “If you were truly ugly, I’ll marry

at him. Her nose tip slightly touched his cheek. Her breath was exhaled

Andrew didn’t mind it at all.

wondered about her question. Would he marry her for

being with her a lot. Although he

was a cool breeze in the summer, gently

her thin and soft body. His

he would marry her for the feeling

feeling that he had never experienced from another

so skinny. How did you manage to carry me down from the hill?” It was so difficult for him to imagine such a soft and weak girl to carry him on her

thin, I’m not weak,” said Evelyn, “You

also learned martial arts from an old hermit for self-protection, because her grandmother was afraid that she would be bullied. She made great progress in it. An ordinary man might not win