Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Just as she was trying to detonate the bomb, Armand rushed over and kicked the detonating device out of her hand. He squatted down and took her by the throat, "Go to hell!"

Phoebe didn't struggle, but instead, she smiled creepily.

The glow in Armand's eye dimmed. He realized that she must have some backup plan since she dared to put herself in this dangerous state. Instead of choking her to death, he slammed her head onto a corner. With a loud bang, blood sprayed out from Phoebe's forehead, and she fainted on the spot.

Armand went back to Theresa and tried to help her up. Theresa pushed him away and said, "You should go."

Armand was caught unprepared by the push and sat down on the ground. He looked at Theresa astonishedly, "You..."

Theresa helped herself up with difficulty and glimpsed towards him. "I don't need your fake benevolence and don't touch me too. It makes me feels sick, makes me feel like vomiting."

Armand knew that whatever he said would be in vain. His actions and decisions had already hurt her deeply.

Before that, he wanted to tell her, if anything happened to her, he would die along with her.

He didn't have a choice just now.

"I'm sorry, but you are injured now, so I'm going to bring you to the hospital." Armand didn't care about her rejection and carry her up in his arms. Then, he realized there was something beside her waist. He lowered his head and saw a bomb tied to her waist.

The numbers on the bomb were constantly ticking off. The time on the bomb timer was reducing with every tick.

He raised his head and meet her lifeless gaze.

Theresa's throat was very dry, and her voice was hoarse, "If you don't want to die, let go of me and leave right now."

Armand put her down onto the deck. However, he did not leave. Instead, he went to examine the bomb, finding ways to remove it. "I will not let you die alone. I'll accompany you."

Theresa leaned weakly on the cold and filthy bulkhead, "You think I will forgive you if you say that? Armand, I will never forgive you in my life."

his head and said, "I

slowly closed

had no confidence, but there was

already closed her eyes and wasn't looking at him. He felt miserable in his heart, but he knew this was not

boat but he couldn't find it. He went back into the cabin, found a rusty toolbox in a narrow and remote corner, and opened it with an iron stick. Needless to say, this toolbox was hardly used, and it was stained with seawater all the time, therefore the iron skin of the toolbox was all covered in rust. Luckily, the tools inside were quite comprehensive. He took the pair of pliers

to open her eyelids, looking like a withering flower that had lost of all its former vigor.

a heart-throbbing pain as if uncountable needles

got out here alive, he must confess to her and redeem his

the pliers was shaking uncontrollably because his decision meant life and death for both of

by every second, and the detonating time was getting closer as well. He didn't have any excess time to think about

his teeth and chose the red wire. He closed his eyes, clasped the pliers in his hands, and decisively cut the wire. With a snap, the red

was still going on. Armand

her. He didn't know why, but listening to

so afraid of losing someone before. And now, he was

off the bomb timer. However, it did not explode. Instead, the timer stopped for

heart was cold. At this moment, even she was hugged by a warm body, her heart remained

voice, "I'm sorry, I'm

feelings. He's sorry that she was injured because

‘sorry’ sounded

this time, Phoebe gradually woke up. She saw Armand and Theresa hugging each other, and she was deeply jealous of them. The man's tender and love once only belonged to her. But now,

difficulty and tried to reach the detonating device. She wanted to set off

saw through Phoebe's intention. She grabbed Armand's collar and said, "Bring me

Armand agreed.

its last moments. Armand said, "In my next life, I will definitely find you first. And by that time, I will

of her lips. If there was a next life, she wished that she would not meet Armand again. Meeting him in this life was her calamity, and she did not want to