Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Matthew glanced inside and he realized that Dolores was probably here too.

However, Armand’s heart was burning with the desire to gossip. Did Matthew lend his car to someone?

“A guy or a woman?” Armand walked over and winked at Matthew, “Aren’t you trying to win your ex-wife back? What’s up with the sudden change of preference?”

“Fuck off!” Matthew gave him a sideways glance.

Boyce smiled, “Why are you like this? Why do you still behave so childishly?”

“You behave childishly!” Armand jumped on Boyce’s back and put his arms around his neck, “Hey! Have you seen his ex-wife?”

Boyce nodded honestly, “Yeah.”

Matthew got married six years ago. It was actually a secret marriage and not one that Matthew wanted. He didn’t introduce her to him. At that time, he was really busy during the promotional period. Soon, Matthew got divorced and he had no chance to meet her.

If Abbott hadn’t contacted him for help that day, he would have never seen her.

Abbott had told him that now Matthew seemed to care about his ex-wife, but he also understood why he had begun to care about her.

It must be because of the children.

The other day, he had seen Samuel who looked around five or six years old; the timing checked out.

Entering the Join & Share Manor, there were pavilions and kiosks everywhere. Red lanterns lit up the winding corridor that led to the lobby.

As soon as they walked in, a server came over.

“Mr. Bernie?”

“Yes.” Armand had naturally used his name when reserving the place.

“Please follow me!” The server walked ahead of them, leading them to a private room.

The room was very spacious with sandalwood table and chairs carved with intricate patterns turning the atmosphere classically antique.

The private rooms here were different from other places. They were not actually rooms but rather long corridors separated into small rooms using screens. Each screen had a different pattern on it for each room.

The server handed over the menu and Armand took it quickly, “I will order the dishes as I know how to eat.”

Boyce clicked his tongue and smiled.

Armand narrowed his eyes at him, “What the fuck are you smiling at?”

“How do you call yourself a highly educated and sophisticated lawyer but can’t even speak in a civilized manner?”

to behave myself at work all day. This is my personal time; can’t I loosen up

cases went to the lawyers working in his firm. He had not even

he know about being

throat, “You should speak more civilly, can’t you see

at Boyce,

Boyce didn’t bother to care too much

his fingers back and forth on the screen. He wanted to call Dolores and ask her if she was here, but seeing the other two besides him,

back to the server and

“Sure.”

in about half an hour the food was

and filled their glasses one

are you looking for?

to pick on my

smiled, “Are you still hung

Armand’s first love. He dated her in university. He loved her very much but they

revealed why he broke up

Not only he never let anyone say it, but he had also never been in love again. He had many

from love or from sex?” Armand took a sip of wine and frowned at

you this? You have the most experience.” Boyce also sipped

him. Back then, didn’t he and Helen got together in the first place

date her because he felt responsible for spending a night with her,

in love? Or to

glanced at him, “Do you

You took her virginity and then threw her away. You are a pretty bad guy!” Armand

in the room besides theirs and they were all taken aback at his loud

enough, not all

atmosphere were all good but she

gently moved towards the screen to look into the other room through the

“Seriously, did you even like Helen? Or were you

but

clutched her chair

took a sip of

indeed his sense of responsibility of spending the night with her that made him stay with her. Even though his memory was blurred, he still remembered the feeling

he didn’t like her,

it was like… a

if it starts with sex, more feelings can be

all, when Matthew hadn’t slept with Helen, he didn’t have any feelings for her. After sleeping with her once, he did begin to like her

Lawyer.” Boyce

him, “Do you think everyone is like you? A thirty-year-old

speechless

wanted to