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?

in a bit of

got out of the car. Not seeing her get out, he opened the

"I'm not very hungry. Mr. James, why

already here, Miss Flores, you'd better get down." Stanford didn't mean to take her back but made it very clear that she should

while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came

Stanford nodded.

quiet." The manager guided Stanford to a window seat in the

in with

please." The manager

thanked him, then sat

Stanford said as he

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

looked up and glanced at

going to have the chef prepare it. You wait a moment." The manager

to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the plain water on the table and asked, "Mr.

after he had finished that he realized that this was

here so much that he'd gotten used to it. He didn't know if he liked

her eyes slightly while

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

squeezed his fingers, "You

and couldn't help

misheard,

up and touch her face. She was afraid that even her parents

it, she couldn't find

was

you look alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford looked

decide in her mind what he meant. Was he testing her, or was he simply guessing based on his

mean

is. She loves 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

corner of her shirt under the table. Too

all he could think about was how

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 looked down and let out

you hate

she were still alive, what would she

have

Hate?

word couldn't explain how she

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

met her eyes and froze for a moment, "You