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...”

Elizabeth's attitude was very clear,

she had hurt back then, he couldn't forget the break up, and then she

No way!

Armand would marry, he

“Armand...”

at all now, I don't want to ask nor mention anything about the

serious girlfriend over the years, how could there suddenly be a woman appearing by his side and he was already

married or not, this time, she was

thing once,

to pick some furniture, but she was not in

could feel that Armand became quiet, when she asked

not to buy it, I want to go to the clothing store and take a look, after leaving for so long, I don't know how the

just buy it.”

Armand, “If you're absent minded, no matter how expensive the furniture is or how warm the house is decorated, it won't be able to hold his heart

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

not ignore her feelings when

no relationship, my feelings wavered because of her, not because I still love her,

that Theresa felt like 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 they had deeper feelings it

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 when you

feelings were very mixed up at

be the first one to break

patted her hand, “Don't worry, even Grandma is

furnishing store that only

trendy?” Armand closed in and asked

leather bedhead, “I

liked by young people with

tell me,

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

to take us to?” Theresa

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

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