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?”

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

I was ugly and poor, what would you marry me for?” Evelyn looked at him. Her nose tip slightly touched his cheek. Her breath was exhaled onto his

it at all. Instead,

about her question. Would he marry her for her beautiful voice, knowing Chinese medicine, or

exact answer. He only knew that he enjoyed being with her

was a cool breeze in the summer, gently

Andrew could clearly feel her thin and

would marry

a feeling that he

the hill?” It was so difficult for him to imagine such a soft and weak girl to carry

I’m not weak,” said Evelyn, “You might not win against me in a

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