Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

“Why are you feeling unhappy? Did Armand bully you?”

Theresa looked at her phone, she said after keeping silent for quite a while, “No.”

Her unhappiness was not caused by Armand; it was caused by the surroundings. After all, Armand’s grandma was still blocking between Armand and her although she was staying away from Armand’s grandma.

The child was the obstacle that they couldn’t overcome.

Oscar sent her a helpless emoji.

Oscar sent her a voice recording after a while, Theresa then clicked on it. She thought that Oscar was going to tell her something, but to her surprise, it was a piece of music.

The music was from the classic scene of Journey to the West, in which the Monk Pig was carrying his wife on his back, quite amusing.

Theresa pulled a wry face in a moment.

A message popped up again on the screen, “The Monk Pig was so happy even if he was carrying the monkey on his back, but you are unhappy all the time even if you have a handsome husband.”

Theresa couldn’t help laughing, “Uncle, your comforting words are different from others.”

“Of course, I am what I am, the one and only me.”

Theresa laughed and replied quickly, “Are you really getting carried away?”

“Haha, isn’t it that uncle is trying to make you happy?”

Theresa replied, “I know.”

“Then please take good care of yourself since you know it, being angry will make you older, so you should laugh more. You will not want to look in the mirror anymore one day when there are wrinkles on your face like me.”

“There is no wrinkle on uncle’s face, there are just the marks left by the time.”

“You’re a good talker.”

“I’m just telling the truth.”

“I haven’t seen you for just a few days, you’re so sweet now.”

“I’ve learnt from uncle.”

am I so good in

so happy, who are you chatting with?” Armand leaned against the door frame and

saw that Theresa was smiling while looking at her phone, so he was curious and didn’t disturb her. Theresa was so concentrated;

“Isn’t it that you had

you may be boring.” His

noticed that Armand was looking at it, she then stood up from

while looking at

frowned, “Why are you

lowered his eyes

to ask, ‘Are you unhappy when staying with me? If not, why

words were on the tip of his tongue, he noticed that Theresa was unhappy because of the

he put himself in her shoes, he wouldn’t feel

Therefore, he didn’t ask.

that Theresa was having great pressure to stay with him, but he couldn’t do anything for

you’re too tired, I…” He paused when he wanted to say that he would let her go. It was easy to think in his mind, but he realized that it was not so easy when he wanted to say it out, he looked up, “I’m unwilling to let you

be realizing the contradiction in him,

and let us have a child successfully, so that we won’t have to worry about the child again.” Armand took

in his arms, “Let’s go

have a meal, then a movie which was

movies nowadays liked to include some sentiment scenes, so those who

considered sensitive, Armand told her that she would cry because she

men cry?” Theresa gave him a

said, “Men will also cry, but it’s more difficult, this kind of

Armand didn’t move, he just frowned slightly, it

unhappy and she was venting on him, but she didn’t notice of her strength. She only realized it when her mouth was full of the scent of blood, then she immediately

of teeth marks, some sites

you tell me that

painful, why should I say that it’s

Theresa was speechless.

not painful, right? Okay, then I will bite you again!” Theresa pulled his arm, pretending that she wanted to bite him again, but Armand still didn’t move, he said, “I’ll make it as the marks left by you. I’ll go to the tattoo studio and have the teeth marks tattooed on my

is not a serious lawyer when seeing it. Some more, the teeth marks don’t look nice. What it will be like to have

just have me tattooed on your

held it tightly in his hand and kissed it. He put one of his arms around Theresa while another hand in the pocket, then he talked while he walked, “Let’s go find a tattoo studio and have you tattooed on my heart, I’ll let the tattooist use the

ink?” Theresa continued his