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.”

I so good

chatting with?” Armand leaned against the door frame and

back for quite a while, and then he saw that Theresa was smiling while looking at her phone, so he was curious and didn’t disturb her. Theresa was so concentrated; she didn’t notice that he

turned her head, staring at him surprisingly, “Isn’t it that you had

walked toward her and said, “I’m back because I’m worried that you may be boring.” His

when she noticed that Armand was looking at it, she then stood up from the hanging chair

while looking

“Why are

eyes

staying with me? If not, why you have never laughed so

words were on the tip of his tongue, he noticed that

shoes, he wouldn’t

Therefore, he didn’t ask.

that Theresa was having great pressure to stay with him, but

go. It was easy to think in his mind, but he realized that it was not so easy when he wanted to say it

seemed to be realizing the contradiction in him, she looked into his eyes

have mercy on us and let us have a child successfully, so that we won’t have to

his arms, “Let’s go

movie which was popular recently, there were lots of

include some sentiment scenes, so those who were sensitive would shed

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

men cry?” Theresa gave him a dirty

more difficult, this kind of sentiment scene

and bit hard on it, Armand didn’t move, he

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,

was a deep row of teeth

don’t you tell me that

said, “It’s not painful, why should I say that

Theresa was speechless.

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

at all. ‘He is a lawyer, having a tattoo on his arm will make other people feel that he is not a serious lawyer when seeing it. Some more, the teeth

can if you want to have a tattoo, just have me tattooed on your heart!” Theresa pointed

hand which was pointing at his chest; he 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

that kind of ink?” Theresa continued his words and