Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Phoebe was wearing a white down jacket, blue jeans, black short boots, and with her pitch-black hair, she still looked as young and energetic as she was before.

Back then, she just left without saying anything, he ran to the airport to chase her, asked her the reason for their break up, she didn't even show her face to him.

Once she went missing, she was gone for 10 years.

Armand had ever predicted that he would lose his control and ask her why she was so resolute when she left, if they met each other again.

Why, she didn't even give him any reason.

But he had never thought that he would be so calm when he met her again, perhaps the time had calmed his feelings down.

He indifferently retracted his haze and opened the car door.

Elizabeth glanced at Phoebe like she didn't see her and held Theresa's hand, “Let's go.”

Theresa could feel the different atmosphere, she looked at Armand and when she was about to ask, Armand already interrupted her, “Insignificant person, let's go inside.”

“Armand, are you angry?” Phoebe looked at Armand.

Armand laughed very coldly.

Theresa who stood beside him clearly felt his anger at that moment.

Both of her hands uncontrollably trembled, Elizabeth sensed it so she held her hand, “This is Armand's ex girlfriend, they have broken up.”

Theresa looked at Phoebe, as expected, that woman was in a relationship with Armand, that was why Armand's feelings wavered... After knowing that woman's identity, she somehow felt uneasy at heart.

Elizabeth coldly glanced at Phoebe, “Oh my, what a mood killer early in the morning, Theresa, let's go inside.”

Elizabeth pulled Armand, “You should go, too.”

Armand had not intention on doing something else with Phoebe anyway, 10 years, his feelings for her had long gone, there was only the unwillingness from back then.

Phoebe but her lips, “Armand, back then, I left because of some difficulties...”

“You have broken up with Armand, Armand is already married now, sorry, don't come and disturb him, I think Ms. Lewis is not an immoral woman that wants to be a mistress.”

Elizabeth interrupted Phoebe.

“Grandma, I...”

Grandma, I don't deserve it.” Elizabeth's

down for a long time she had hurt back then, he couldn't forget the break up, and then she came back, wanting

No way!

marry, he

“Armand...”

we had broken up, we're not associated at all now, I don't want to ask nor mention anything about the past.” Armand grabbed Theresa's hand,

around whether Armand was married or not, he didn't even have a serious girlfriend over the years, how

or not, this time,

had chosen the wrong thing once, she couldn't

pick some furniture, but

Armand became quiet, when she asked for his opinion, he always answered, “Everything that you like

down, “I think, it's best not to buy it, I want to go to the clothing store and take a look, after leaving for so long, I

here, just buy it.” Elizabeth

minded, no matter how expensive the furniture is or how warm the

lifted her head and looked into Theresa's clear eyes, he was slightly stunned, Theresa married him without asking anything, one could say that he only used his own power to

should not ignore her feelings when he

now we have no relationship, my feelings wavered because of her, not because I still love her, but because we meet again like this,

she would be petty if she kept fussing about it, it had been 10 years anyway, 10 years were equal to more than 3000 day and nights, even if

the initiative to hold his arm, even if she thought about it very clearly, but she was still scared, her voice slightly trembled, “You know how brave I was to marry you, you can just say it if you still love her, but you can not see her without telling me or lie to me on purpose

feelings were very mixed up at that

don't worry, if he dare to contact Phoebe, I'll be the first one to break his legs… The

hand, “Don't worry,

Elizabeth entered a home furnishing store that only sold beds, “Armand's bed is

is trendy?” Armand closed

a thought and pointed at an European Style bed with white leather bedhead,

liked by young people with bad taste.”

body, “You tell me, which

you to a store.” Armand wrapped his arm around Theresa, as if Phoebe had never shown up, he recovered

want to take

his head and kissed her forehead, “You'll know when we

brought them to a large furniture store, their furniture were in