Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Armand Bernie took his hand back and said without any emotion, “We know each other.”

Phoebe Lewis grabbed his hand tightly, “No, you do care about me, and you used to love me a lot.”

“As you said, I used to.” Armand emphasized.

Phoebe released his hand and said, “If you don’t love me anymore, why are you still here?”

“You were injured.”

“It’s not an excuse!” Phoebe stared at him deeply, “Armand, do you remember the first time you kissed me?” She didn’t care about whether Armand wanted to listen to her or not, but she kept saying, “It was a sunny day, right before our graduation. You came to me and you bought the ticket for the movie called ‘My Ex’. The movie was about a couple, they broke up because of something bad happened. And you told me right in the cinema that you would never leave me alone.”

Armand didn’t answer her.

He remembered he said that.

Phoebe looked outside the window and kept saying, “It was dark in the cinema and we sat in the back seats. You kissed me. It was our first kiss.” She turned her head and asked Armand, “Do you remember that?”

Armand’s throat moved a bit, “Tell me, why you left me?”

Phoebe showed a relieved yet bitter smile, “You are married. It is meaningless to say that.”

She closed her eyes showing she was tired and hopeless, “You are free to go.”

Armand’s hands made fists, “I will send you back.”

“No need, I will go back by myself.”

“Phoebe…”

“Don’t call me like that, it makes me think you still love me.” She opened her eyes and stared at him. Her tears were streaming down from her cheek. “I thought you would wait for me to come back… It was my fault, I shouldn’t have believed in our relationship could be that firm and it actually turned out that I have overthought too much.”

“You should have given me a reason, I could have waited for you.” Armand looked at her.

Phoebe laughed and didn’t explain the reason why she left and then came back. She removed the blanket and put on her coat, pointing at the medicine on the table, “Is this mine?”

Armand nodded.

Phoebe took the medicine and walked to the door. After opening the door, she suddenly held her forehead and staggered a few steps.

Armand rushed over and held her, “What’s wrong?”

her hand and said,

you don’t want me to ask that, why you show up in front of me?” Armand felt he had done enough of this. She was

to you. I will

weak and

the spot for a while and chased out. He grabbed her waist and said, “Do you think you can do whatever you want? It’s

“Hiss!”

so much and she took

her waist, and asked carefully, “I’m sorry, I didn’t

Phoebe shook her head.

will send you home, where are you living?” Armand

know why he said that. He only knew that it was not safe for her to

DT road.”

took aback and recalled the place that he almost

“Why… why that place?”

is nice but I’m afraid to recall it.” Phoebe looked at him, “You

back to his sense and avoided looking at her. He tried to say it calmly, “I will send

took over the medicine and held her

knew she

hospital, Armand called a taxi and helped Phoebe get into the car,

didn’t talk on

deep thinking, he even forgot to get off the car only after a reminding from the

the bill and helped Phoebe get

were walking in the familiar

community, so there was no elevator. The good point was the real estate center was good so the whole community was clean

a one-bedroom apartment. The rent was pretty low as the community was old. So Phoebe could rent it only by her part-time wages when she

to man up quickly and his business was getting better and better. He accepted countless lawsuit, he

top law firm in the industry with

was not very expensive material, but it was very comfortable. The white curtains and

I went to the furniture store today and wanted to buy some furniture and replace them."

voice turned hoarse and asked, "Why do you want

would recall some memories that I wasn’t

Armand’s hand clenched tightly.

"Drink the water and you should go back,

at her and asked word by word, "Tell me, why

his gaze and said clearly, "Would you believe

in a deep voice,