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?

was in a bit

car. Not seeing her get out, he

still, "I'm not very hungry. Mr. James, why don't you take me back to the

didn't mean to take her back but

over to get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came in, the manager came to greet him,

Stanford nodded.

room over here and it's quiet." The manager guided Stanford to a window seat in the

him in with downcast

The manager pulled the chair

thanked him, then

Stanford said

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

looked up and glanced at

chef prepare it. You wait a moment."

of the

after he had finished that he realized that this was not the restaurant he liked, but the one

that he'd gotten used to it. He didn't know if he liked it or if he was used to it, but

lowered her eyes slightly

back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through

squeezed his fingers, "You look

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

had misheard, "I look like

face. She was afraid that even her parents wouldn't recognize her, yet he

find when she

face was growing

not that you look alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford looked at her

he testing her, or was he simply

you mean by

warm as she 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 on Simona, "You're more sombre and completely different from her. You do smile, but

clutched at the corner of her

all he could think about was how to set her

ex-wife, unreserved and true to the person I liked. But my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and left me bruised and battered, so I wouldn't dare smile like

hate your

that if she were still alive, what would

have

Hate?

just didn't think that word couldn't explain how

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

and froze for