Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Seeing that Oscar was standing at the entrance of the shop, Armand didn’t dare to get off his car in fear of getting discovered. He continued to stay put in the car.

After a while, from afar he saw Theresa emerge from the shop. She was wearing a pure white evening dress that touched her knees as if her slender body was enveloped in a gentle moonlight. Her black hair was shoved upwards casually, and a strand of it was dangling on her forehead, which only served to increase her allure.

To look more refreshing, she had put on some make-up to cover up her pale and drained face.

Oscar glanced at her and said with a smile, “It’s a waste for you to hole up in your office with that stunning look of yours. You should go out more often and give yourself a good chance.”

Theresa pretended to be angered by that remark, “Uncle, if you are going to tease me again, I won’t go with you anymore.”

“Don’t do that. With your pretty face by my side, I can even feel myself filled with pride.” Oscar replied with a smile.

Theresa broke into a grin too, “With me accompanying you to attend events, do you think I am of some help to you?”

Oscar opened the door of the car, “Of course.”

“Then, that means that you need to pay me back for my kindness.” Theresa bent down to get into the car.

Oscar didn’t immediately go to the driver’s side. He stood outside the car door and looked at Theresa and asked with a smile, “Aren’t I good enough towards you? What kindness do I need to repay for having your company in attending an event? Are you really going to be that petty towards me?”

“I don’t care. If you don’t do that, then I won’t go now.” As she said that, Theresa looked like she wanted to get off the car. In fact, she was just playing around with Oscar. She had no intention to really get out of the car.

Oscar grabbed her and begged, “Alright, alright, I owe you one.” He twisted his mouth and snickered, “I originally wanted for you to take in some fresh air out there, but how did it turn into like it’s me who owes you one? There is a saying that goes, ‘A vile person and a woman are the hardest to satisfy. It seems that you’re the woman depicted here.”

Theresa looked up at him with her depthless, glittering eyes which were more profound after putting on some make-up, “If I am the woman described by you, does that mean you’re the vile person here?”

“I won’t tell

too good

car slowly disappeared, but Armand’s gaze was still

only a while since Theresa left him. However, it seemed that she had already gotten around on her two feet. Was that because of

she enjoyed bantering with

lowered his gaze. Oscar

pain torturing his chest as if a part of his heart was scooped away, and blood was trickling non-stop from the

city. He was here to see Theresa, but he didn’t expect to see her going on a date with Oscar, and draped in such sophisticated style

sudden, he broke out into a fit of fragmentary laughter. It sounded

could be happy, he would have given her his blessing. Everything was already set in stone except

didn’t lessen the

windscreen before being swept away by the wind. That leaf was similar to him, as lonely as someone who was abandoned by

brought himself to start the car engine again

when he drove from B city to C city, and now that he was returning to B city once again, he could feel fatigue building up in

her his most generous blessing, but

walked into the house and tossed his jacket onto the sofa mindlessly. Elizabeth didn’t say anything to him as

show some concern since she noticed that he was in

was at home, he would confine himself totally, and he would only

who used to have a sunny disposition slowly lost her passion. With how Armand was holding up,

areas. She saw Armand sitting on the floor, his messy shirt still worn on him.

of worry when

help but doubt herself:

trembled very slightly when