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 the car. Not seeing her get out, he opened the back door for

James, why don't you take me

mean to take her back but made

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

Stanford nodded.

guided Stanford to

in

The manager pulled

him,

usual," Stanford said as he

for a moment. He used to come with his wife and order those same dishes every time because his wife loved them. Now,

up and glanced at

chef prepare it. You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly said with a

to arrange for the chef to prepare while Amanda took a sip of

He said without thinking. However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not the restaurant he liked, but the

know if he liked it or if he was

lowered her eyes slightly while her curled lashes

my ex-wife who likes it." Stanford leaned back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body in a hazy haze. He was

squeezed his fingers,

him and couldn't help but frown. What

had misheard, "I

but reach up and touch her face. She was afraid

find when she

face was

look alike, but you make people feel alike." Stanford looked at her and said, "It's not really the

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

do you mean by

make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that softness disappeared again when his gaze

corner of her shirt under the

him without reservation, all he could think about was

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 looked down and let out

you hate your

suddenly occurred to Stanford that if she were still alive, what would she be

have

Hate?

that word couldn't explain how she

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

and froze