Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Armand Bernie and Boyce Shawn looked at each other, saying again almost at the same time, “You can’t fall asleep even if you go back now, the sleepiness has gone already, why not let’s have a drink together?”

Getting drunk made someone sleep easier.

Their thought was too obvious, Matthew Nelson knew what they were thinking of when they just started to talk. It seemed that Matthew wanted to get drunk also, so he agreed.

Coming out from the company, they went to find a quieter bar together in one car.

They had ordered two bottles of imported spirits and a fruit plate.

The yellow light brightened the whole private room, the air-conditioner under the roof was blowing the cold air slowly.

Armand poured the liquor, he looked up and glanced at Boyce, “We’re friends, but you’re so mean.”

Boyce glanced at Armand coldly, for this person, Boyce knew what he was thinking in his mind.

Without waiting him to speak, Boyce had explained, “Don’t think too much, that girl is too young, I’m not interested. I will be punished for finding a girl who is so young.”

Boyce looked at Matthew when he talked, he then purposely asked, “Right?”

Matthew narrowed his eyes, he felt a bit annoyed listening to this sentence, he drank and his tone was a bit cold, “I’m in a bad mood.”

It seemed like he was giving Boyce a warning that he didn’t have the mood to joke and not to mention about Dolores Flores in front of him.

When he listened of this name now, he felt the chest tightness which made him almost can’t breathe. He missed her so much, he didn’t even dare to go back to the bungalow. When he stayed alone, he couldn’t fall asleep, so he could only numb himself by doing endless work to make himself have no time to think about her.

Boyce sighed, “Both of you seem to be so upset, even I, am afraid of being in a relationship now. Why can’t you guys set a good example for me?”

They had given him a psychic trauma.

“Don’t envy him.” Armand sat beside him and flung the arm around his neck with a serious face, “To be honest, that girl looks very pretty, don’t be insatiable.”

“Really don’t think too much.” Boyce was going to suffer from heart attack under Armand’s torture, was it that he would think about that aspect every time when there was a woman beside him?

He was just entrusted by someone, he didn’t have other thought.

“She is just at her first year in university, if I were to… Is it crazy?” Boyce took away Armand’s arm which was around his neck, “I will find someone who is about the same age with me, if I were to coax a wimpy kid every day, does it mean that I marry a woman or raise a daughter?”

which seemed like going to tear him apart and swallow him, so that he wouldn’t be

Your subordinates are eligible. All the people around you are males, rarely you can meet a female, but you’re still being so fake. Being fake is okay, but does

Matthew, but Theresa Gordon wasn’t older than Dolores as well. To calculate it, Armand and Matthew were both having an age difference of about seven to eight years old

and they knew what a relationship was, when they could kiss with someone, their wives were still

were almost thirty years old, but their wives were just

they were having

realize that you’re talking without having to think?” Boyce frowned, he thought that

back and deal with this bastard, if not he

young one, you will wear a bra on the wedding

to talk to him, he was too bored to make

Armand

just don’t want to talk

“You don’t dare.”

“You’re so annoying.”

really like that first-year student, so you don’t dare to make a bet

“No!”

you bet

looked at Armand, he was in a bad mood, “I don’t want to

do you think is

a girlfriend before. He understood well that a man would have sexual desire since puberty, he must already have the sexual desire at

was curious, how did Boyce

don’t believe that you didn’t have the

everyone is

normal,

you’re not behaving normal,

this way?” Armand took the liquor and forced it into his

you, Armand——” Armand was really forcing the liquor into his mouth, the liquor which was not swallowed was flowing down his neck,

collar, he wiped his neck and his eyes looked fiercely at Armand, “Let me tell you, you’re just lacking self-control, it’s not normal

Boyce was really aiming on his wound and

don’t rub

a relationship with Theresa. He was doing wrong about the matter related to Phoebe Lewis, he was not being

the scene that Theresa disappeared in the fire appeared in his mind during every