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

to his back, pecking on him bit by bit. She whispered,

Abbott was speechless.

This woman was truly...

the fried egg into a plate. Reaching out

laughed, “What if I

turned off the gas, turned around to pinch her chin, and squinted, “How hungry are

brightly, “I heard that the newly married couple could do it for a whole night. Although

white shirt with nothing inside. Raising her leg, she rubbed against Abbott’s thigh, “Don’t tell me you can’t do

closer with strength. Emma clung to his body. He looked down at her, “Do you know what a man hates the

hate it when I said

on the cooking bench by Abbott. Her 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

aback. The next second, he pressed the back of her head, making her look at him, “Emma, I know

smiled, “You didn’t buy

believe you.” With reddish eyes,

long while later.

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

course not. I will not forget a woman tried to set me

giggled, “Is that

“Or what?” Abbott asked.

carefully, “It

Abbott changed into clean clothes, but Emma was still wearing

breakfast and asked her to have

the sandwich with a fried egg. Emma sat down. He asked, “Would you like fresh

her sandwich and took a bite,