Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Boyce did not stop his footsteps and opened the car door, then got into the car. He started the car and left the place.

Wendy rooted in the spot and stamped her foot in anger.

She knew from his words that Boyce had aware of something. For the sake of her father, Boyce was not willing to unmask her.

Wendy bit her lip and could only watch helplessly as the car left.

She did not dare to chase after him. She was afraid that Boyce had the real reason for her divorce that was her black history. It was a monkey business and could not be exposed.

She decided to find out why Boyce suddenly changed his mind.

She wondered, ‘Will someone change the character after encountering an accident?’

She turned around with anger and returned home.

At the same time, Theresa was still working overtime in City C. Armand was bending over the table and looked at Theresa eagerly, “Are you hungry? Do you need me to buy you some late-night supper?”

“Didn't we just have dinner?” she was coloring a drawn picture on the computer, and she wanted to find out the most suitable color for the dress style.

Armand smiled, “I'm afraid you'll be hungry.”

“Can you be quiet? You're like flies now,” Theresa looked at him, “If you're still making noise endlessly, then I suggest you go home hurriedly.”

Armand immediately shut up and crouched down in front of her, “I'm not going to talk now, but let me give your leg a massage.”

Theresa moved her hand away from the mouse and swiveled round in her executive chair to face Armand, “Why aren't you going back? Why are you so idle every day? Is the firm going out of business?”

Armand did not stop his hand's movements and gave her legs a good massage. He raised his head and showed her a grin, “You are going to take care of me forever if the firm is closed down.”

Theresa put her foot on his legs and bent towards him. She looked at him, “I don't like men who are good-for-nothing.”

Armand was speechless.

“Don't worry. I'll never let you sleep on the street...”

“Wait, I'm not going to be with you,” Theresa interrupted him.

Armand blinked his eyes with a resentful expression, “How can you go back on your words?”

withdrew her legs and crossed

his arms around her waist and buried his head in her arms, “Don't you

him away, “Let

her embrace, “Let's

within her was great, “I've been fooled by you last time.

don't ever imagine I'll let go of you,” Armand greedily smelled her scent, and his arms embraced her

“Look at you. Can't you be steady like an

did not let

Theresa was speechless.

be angry if you don't let go of me,”

the side like a wronged

ask you to listen to me,” Theresa swiveled the executive chair to her computer desk to

was Theresa who asked him to go to the office and then left

choose to give up

grabbed her shoulders. He pinned her down on the

against the edge of the desk, she felt pain and frowned. She did not push him away nor closed her eyes. She lowered her eyes and looked at Armand, who was in a shameful

Armand was a stone's throw away from her.

reached out and gently stroked his face, “You used to hurt me

was instantly discouraged and tilted his head, “Can you not bring up the

in front of his forehead, “You make me suffer a

Armand was speechless.

I can be with you all the time, and I don't have to travel back

not dazzle by feelings and said

whether we'll be together in the

Theresa was infertile, and Armand would be the last of the Bernie

Armand’s grandma accept Theresa if she learned her

a short time, and she knew how much Elizabeth wanted to have

Buzz…

rang. However, he did not want to answer

him away, “Your

in Theresa's embrace and said

his pocket and took his phone out, and handed it to

it over, and he took a glance at the caller ID, which it

pressed the key to

from the other end of the phone,