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

at his face under his untidy hair and slowly closed her

he had no confidence, but

raised his head and saw that Theresa had already closed her eyes and wasn't looking at him. He felt miserable in his heart, but he knew this was not a time for

say, this toolbox was hardly used, and it was stained with seawater all the time, therefore the iron skin of the

withering flower that

he felt a heart-throbbing pain as if uncountable needles instantly stabbed into his

caressed her face and made up his mind in his heart. If they got out here alive, he must confess to

the bomb. His hand that was holding the pliers was shaking uncontrollably because

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

closed his eyes, clasped the pliers in his

going on. Armand was utterly anxious at

now and leave me alone." Theresa's weak voice sounded like a mosquito, but Armand could still hear her. He didn't know why, but listening to her asking him to leave, made his heart

of losing someone before. And now, he was horribly terrified of

together with you." Armand clenched his hands and cut another wire off the bomb timer. However, it did not explode. Instead, the timer stopped for a short while, then suddenly jumped crazily. It looked as if the bomb would explode anytime soon, so Armand could only hold

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

hoarse voice, "I'm

injured because of him, and that she

‘sorry’ sounded pale

deeply jealous of them. The man's tender and love once

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

intention. She grabbed Armand's collar and said,

Armand agreed.

the sea along with it. The bomb on Theresa's body was in its last moments. Armand said, "In my next life, I will

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 go through it