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?”

did I say?” Theresa withdrew her legs and crossed her

around her waist and

him away, “Let me

Armand snuggled up in her embrace, “Let's go

eyes were darkened. She looked indifferently, but the turmoil within her was great, “I've been fooled by you last time. If I fall for it

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

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

not let go of her, “You know well whether

Theresa was speechless.

angry if you don't let go of

her and stood by the side like

to me,” Theresa swiveled

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

can choose to give up if you

not finished her words, and Armand suddenly grabbed her shoulders. He pinned her

him away nor closed her eyes. She lowered her eyes and looked at Armand, who was in a

a stone's throw away from her. He looked more

out and gently stroked his face,

tilted his head, “Can you

fiddled with the short hair in front of his forehead, “You

Armand was speechless.

settle in City C? So that I can be with you all the time, and I don't have to travel back

not dazzle by feelings and said indifferently,

still uncertain whether we'll be together

and was brought up by his grandma. Theresa was infertile, and Armand would be the last of the Bernie

Theresa if she learned her

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

Buzz…

the phone in Armand's pocket rang. However, he

pushed him away,

in Theresa's embrace and said

call? Pick it up,” Theresa found his pocket and took his phone

glance at the

key to answering

other end of the phone, “Mr. Bernie, we have a situation here.