Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Elizabeth felt lonely and looked at the housekeeper who was wiping the table. She asked, “Why did you become a housekeeper? I thought you’re at the age of being a grandmother already.”

Bertha said, “I have two sons. The eldest son was married and had children, so I’m already a grandmother.”

“How about your younger son?” Elizabeth asked again.

“My younger son is not yet married,” Bertha replied.

Bertha answered every Elizabeth’s question without even giving further elaboration. Elizabeth was bored after chatting a while. She sighed softly and turned her wheelchair back to the house.

The home was also empty. She picked up the photo on the table and stared at the photo of herself when she was still young with her husband by her side.

She was sitting in a chair with her husband standing behind her. Through this photo, she seemed to see herself when she was young.

“I’m old in a flash.” Elizabeth said sadly, “I can see that Armand is unhappy and is getting angry with me. He probably hates me in his heart. But I just want him to have a child so that the Bernie family has at least a descendant. Am I wrong?”

The person in the photo was still smiling and nobody answered her.

She hugged the photo, “Is it time for me to go and accompany you?”

“Hey…”

Elizabeth sat alone in the house for half a day. Armand came back quite early today and Bertha had prepared the meal before he entered the door.

Elizabeth was very happy to see him back home. She said, “Hurry up. Wash your hands and eat. I purposely asked Bertha to make the food you love…”

There was a snap!

Armand entered the house and closed the door before she could finish her sentence.

Elizabeth was dumbfounded and stood still in place.

dishes on the table and

eyelids twitched as she rolled her wheelchair, “You tell him to

on the door, “Mr. Bernie, the

“Wait for a while.”

at the scrumptious meal on the table but she did not have the

over, “He will

and said,

suit that he was wearing and came out with just simple home wear. He looked slightly thinner with his

at the table and

on his plate when she saw that he was slightly happier, “You like to eat this the

he tried the dish of pork ribs, nor did he eat the piece that Elizabeth had put on

“Armand…”

Please help me wash

“I’m going to get

“Don’t go into

it,”

Armand went into the room and closed the

piece of pork ribs that she had put on

turned her wheelchair and went back to

home once he settled all the matters. The television on the wall was still streaming a drama while Jasmine was lying on the bed and fell asleep with

remote control from her

opened her eyes and stared at him, “You’re

forehead, “You don’t have a fever again today,

me a ticket for tomorrow. I

eat first, then only we go to buy

know, and then let’s go quickly.” Jasmine had been at home all

her, “Are you

head and said, “No, it’s because I’m so