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."

head and said,

hair and slowly closed her eyes. She didn't want

try to dismantle the bomb. Even though he had no confidence, but there was still

raised his head and saw that Theresa had already closed her eyes and wasn't looking at him. He felt miserable in his

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

eyelids, looking like a withering flower that had lost of all its former vigor. Armand stood

that moment, he felt a heart-throbbing pain as if uncountable needles instantly stabbed into his heart at the

out here alive, he must confess to her and redeem his sins. He would do absolutely anything to get

looked at the four wires on the bomb. His hand that was holding the pliers was shaking uncontrollably because his decision meant life and death for

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

pliers in his

on. Armand

Theresa's weak voice sounded like a mosquito, but Armand could still hear her. He didn't know why, but listening to

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

to die, I'm going to die together with you." Armand clenched his hands and cut another wire off the bomb timer. However, it did not

moment, even she was hugged by a warm body, her heart remained

hoarse voice, "I'm sorry,

her feelings. He's sorry that she was injured because of him, and that she

sounded pale and

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, it belonged to another

difficulty and tried to reach the detonating device. She wanted to set off the bomb and explode the ship, killing both

intention. She grabbed Armand's collar

Armand agreed.

body was in its last moments. Armand said, "In my next life, 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