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?”

Theresa withdrew her legs and crossed her legs elegantly. She looked at him

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

pushed him away, “Let me

in her

She looked indifferently, but the turmoil within her was great, “I've been fooled by you

willing to do so, but don't ever imagine I'll let

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

did not let go of her,

Theresa was speechless.

don't let go of me,” Theresa pretended to

stood by the side like a wronged wife and

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

looked at her with a grievance. It was Theresa who asked him to go to the office and then left him hanging,

to give up if you

words, and Armand suddenly grabbed her shoulders. He pinned her down

did not push him away nor closed her eyes. She

again. I'll be sad,” Armand was a stone's throw away from

gently stroked his face, “You used to hurt me

his head, “Can you not bring

in front of his forehead, “You make me suffer a lot, can't I make

Armand was speechless.

I don't have to travel back and forth between City C and City

dazzle

still uncertain whether we'll be together in

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

Armand’s grandma accept Theresa if she learned her

for a short time, and

Buzz…

Armand's pocket rang. However, he did not want to answer

away, “Your phone

embrace and said sullenly, “I know, but I refuse to

Theresa found his pocket and took his phone out, and handed it

glance at

key

the maid was coming from the other end of the phone, “Mr. Bernie,