Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

After hanging up the phone, Abbott returned to the bedroom. Emma was still sleeping. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he didn’t wake her up. He gently closed the door.

Emma opened her eyes as soon as the door was closed.

She had woken up when Abbott got up.

She even knew whom he was calling and what she would in face of next.

Blinking, she stared at the ceiling above and smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, men were all cold-hearted animals. No matter how intimate they were, he never changed his mind.

She thought herself so pathetic, feeling sad.

After more than ten minutes, she adjusted her mood, lifted the quilt, and got off the bed. She grabbed Armand’s shirt to put on, opened the door, and walked out. There was no one in the living room, but she heard some sounds from the kitchen.

She walked over barefoot, only to find that a slender figure was busy cooking in the kitchen.

He was in casual clothes. His waist was slender and his legs were long, looking quite slim. However, he could last for so long last night and didn’t seem to be weak.

Thinking about their erotic scenes, Emma blushed. Leaning against the door, she enjoyed his tenderness at this moment in silence.

Abbott noticed her. He looked back at her, “You are awake.”

Emma walked in, hugged his waist from the back, and said with a smile, “I didn’t know you can cook.”

Abbott answered with her line, “There are a lot of things that you don’t know about me.”

“Then please tell me.” Emma wrapped around him, her hand reaching into his pants naughtily.

He said,

pecking on him bit

Abbott was speechless.

This woman was truly...

put the fried egg into a plate. Reaching out to grab

“What

pinch her chin, and squinted, “How hungry

newly married couple could do it for a whole night. Although we’re not married, we enjoyed it very much. Weren’t you quite

her leg, she rubbed against Abbott’s thigh, “Don’t tell me

collar gently. The next second, he pulled her closer with strength. Emma clung to his body. He looked down at her, “Do you know what a man

it

waist bumped to the hard edge of the bench, and she frowned in pain. Wrapping around his neck, she arched up and clung to him, “Abbott, we didn’t use

a bit taken aback. The next second, he pressed the back of her head, making her look at him, “Emma, I know you are not pregnant. Do you have your licks from

“You didn’t buy

believe you.” With reddish eyes, Abbott vented his

end it until a long while later. They had done it in

held Abbott and asked, “Will you remember a woman used to have sex with you so crazily

will not forget a woman tried to set me and

“Is that your impression

“Or what?” Abbott asked.

thought carefully,

but Emma was still wearing the

asked

a fried egg. Emma sat down. He asked, “Would

up her sandwich and