Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

"Miss Flores, what are you doing here?" Stanford thought he was looking at the wrong person.

Amanda clenched her hands, which were hanging at her sides, into fists. She was trying desperately to suppress the emotions tumbling inside her to remain calm.

"I ..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "I got lost."

"I'll give you a ride. Get in the car." He looked at her and said.

Amanda released her clenched fist and smiled, "Then thank you."

Stanford was quiet and didn't say a word.

She pulled open the back door and sat in.

"I don't know if you've got things handled?" She meant something else, "I don't want anything to go wrong while we're working together."

Stanford remained silent as he started the car and drove away.

What happened last night was an accident, but it was deliberately posted online and became a scandal. He had dealt with it.

The incident had upset him, too.

"Miss Flores, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? My treat today." Stanford suddenly spoke up.

Amanda thought for a moment, "How can I refuse since you have been so gracious in inviting me?"

Stanford glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Every time he saw her, she would do something unexpected.

This time was no different.

There seemed to be a certain magic about her that attracted him and always made him want to be near her.

And he didn't like that feeling in his heart.

He didn't like it when a woman made him do things that were out of his control.

The car pulled up and stopped in front of a restaurant.

Amanda got a good look at the restaurant while her heart was in turmoil once again. This was a restaurant she used to love to come to, and she loved to pester Stanford to come with her. It had all the dishes she liked to eat.

Why had he brought her to this restaurant?

What did he know?

a bit of

her get out, he opened the

Mr. James, why don't you take me back to

didn't mean to take her back but made it very clear that she should get out of the

lower lip and bent over to get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon

Stanford nodded.

it's quiet." The manager guided Stanford to a window seat in

in

lady, please." The manager pulled the chair

thanked him, then

as usual," Stanford said

order those same dishes every time because his wife loved them. Now, this was a strange woman and he was

looked up and glanced at

prepare it. You wait a moment."

sip of the plain water on the table and asked,

However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was

it. He didn't know if

lowered her eyes slightly while her curled

and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body in a hazy haze. He was in a trance like he was seeing

squeezed his fingers, "You look like

looked up at him and couldn't help but frown. What had he

had misheard,

up and touch her face. She was afraid

about it, she couldn't find when she had

face was growing

you make people feel alike." Stanford looked

Was he testing her, or was he simply guessing based on

you mean by that?"

to smile, and when she smiles at me, her arched eyebrows always make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that softness disappeared again when his gaze fell

of her shirt under the table.

he could think about was how to set her

ex-boyfriend cheated on me and left me bruised and battered, so I wouldn't dare smile like that again. I'm afraid of meeting the next scum. Although one's eyes have 5.76 pixels, they can't see through the human heart." She

you hate your

to Stanford that if she were still alive, what would

have

Hate?

that word couldn't explain

wish I could have killed him myself if I could." As she spoke, she stared into his

her eyes and froze for