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.

frowned. He

on

Abbott was speechless.

This woman was truly...

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

“What

gas, turned around to pinch

brightly, “I heard that the newly married couple could do it for a whole night. Although we’re not married, we enjoyed it very much. Weren’t you

only put on his white shirt with nothing inside. Raising her leg, she rubbed against Abbott’s thigh, “Don’t tell me

her 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 hates

a man hate? Do you hate it

Her waist bumped to the hard edge of the bench, and she frowned in pain. Wrapping around his neck, she arched

look at him, “Emma, I know you are not pregnant.

“You didn’t buy it,

will believe you.” With reddish eyes, Abbott vented his desire on

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

a woman used

will not forget a woman tried to set me

“Is that your impression about

“Or what?” Abbott asked.

carefully,

changed into clean clothes, but Emma was still

and asked her

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

up her sandwich and took a bite,