Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Since Elizabeth and Sampson had nothing to do, they decided to go back to City B.

The return journey was smooth and nothing unexpected happened to interfere with their journey.

There was not much time left for them as New Year’s Eve was around the corner.

Boyce had to keep an eye on Sampson. So, his car went last whereas Armand and Theresa sat in one car with Elizabeth. Matthew and his family of four were in a caravan.

The scenery along the road was somewhat stagnant, without the vibrancy of spring, the bright green of summer and the fruit of autumn, only a very cold wind was left.

It was a quiet journey. They spent only half a day to complete half of the journey. It was much faster than the previous journey.

At noon, they rested in the service area to have lunch.

The service area was very crowded because it was nearing the end of the year, the car park was full of cars and there were all sorts of people standing everywhere.

Simona wanted to go to the washroom, so Dolores took her there. On the other hand, Matthew took Samuel to the restaurant. Armand and Theresa supported Elizabeth and brought her in too.

Sampson had awoken. He was guarded by people all around, they were not to look after him, but to prevent him from committing suicide or escaping.

Boyce instructed his men to keep an eye on Sampson. Then, he went to the washroom before looking for them in the dining room. Elizabeth was in the pink of health as she recuperated well, mainly because she was in a good mood. Armand’s marriage had always troubled her.

Now that Armand had married, she was free of preoccupations and there was why she was in a good mood.

“Grandma looks younger.” Boyce sat down and said.

“You always know how to make an old lady happy.” Elizabeth sounded angry, but she was happy.

“I am telling the truth.” Boyce made Elizabeth laughed.

Since the food in the service area did not taste nice, Boyce shoved a mouthful of food into his mouth and said, “Let’s simply eat something first, we’ll have a good meal when we get back to City B.”

Armand stood up, “I want to buy something. Theresa, please take care of grandma.”

Theresa nodded.

“Mr. Bernie, I saw someone selling jack fruit, please help me to buy one box when you come in,” Samuel said.

Armand looked at him, “Do you like it?”

shook his head, “My sister likes to eat, but she’s not a

agreed to help him. He then turned around and walked out of the restaurant. He glanced at Boyce through the glass door. Boyce was talking to Samuel. Looking at

let out a sigh of relief and put the hood on his down feather jacket over his head. Then, he walked towards

he reached out his hand and pulled the car door. Inside the

bodyguards inside the car greeted,

placed underneath and

that he’ll come and replace us

to come, why you guys don’t trust me?” Armand raised his eyebrows and

hands repeatedly, “No,

him, “Then why don’t

and Armand got in. At

“Okay.”

bodyguards had left, Armand closed the car door and sat down. He looked at Sampson with a wicked smile and

away and from committing suicide. They even put a brace inside his mouth so that he did not even have a chance to bite his tongue to kill himself. Boyce said, if he wished to die, he would have to wait until he returned to City B and was sentenced before he could

to die, Boyce

move?” Armand asked with a

the ability to die now, he was like the meat on the chopping block, only at the mercy of

his eyes as he did not want to look

took out his mobile phone and deliberately took some pictures, “You think, if I take two nude... photos and make them into big banners

If he could move now, he would definitely fight with Armand. He was willing to die but he

bent down and looked at him, “How come you’re scared? When you threatened

fists and the corners of his eyes were twitching. It was clear that

his face, patted it, snapped it, and tsked twice, “Why

all twisted together. He

was happy. He leant even

“Bang!”

instantly and there was blood seeping from the corner of his

wrist was numb due to the snap, “Damn, hitting you with my

twitching for several

it feel comfortable to be slaughtered?” Armand deliberately pinched his red and

mouth hissed in

Knock Knock ---

window

outsider could not see what was

see Boyce half-leaning against the body of the car, “What should be taught had already been taught, why don’t