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?”

legs and crossed

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

him away, “Let me

snuggled up in her

indifferently, but the turmoil within her was great, “I've been fooled by you last time. If I fall for it again this time, I'm

register if you're not willing to do so, but don't ever imagine I'll let go of you,” Armand greedily smelled her

you be

let go of her, “You know well

Theresa was speechless.

if you don't let go of me,”

the side like a wronged wife and said resentfully, “Can't you stop

you to listen to me,” Theresa swiveled the executive chair

a grievance. It was Theresa who asked him to go to the office and then left him hanging, “You're going too

pursed her lips, “You can choose to give up if you

pinned her down on the desk

desk, she felt pain and frowned. She did not push him away

sad,” Armand was a stone's throw away from her.

out and gently stroked his face, “You used

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

his forehead, “You make me suffer a lot, can't

Armand was speechless.

I'm serious. How about I settle in City C? So that I can be with you all the time, and I don't have to travel

looked at the ceiling, and she did not dazzle by

still uncertain whether

only child of the Bernie family and was brought up by his grandma. Theresa was infertile, and Armand would be the last of the Bernie family line if he wanted to be

if she learned her physical

in Armand's house for a short time, and she

Buzz…

he did not want to answer it

pushed him away, “Your phone

face in Theresa's embrace and said

his pocket and took his phone out, and

he took a glance at the caller

the key to answering

of the maid was coming from the other end of the phone, “Mr. Bernie, we have a situation here. Mrs. Bernie