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

seeing her get

not very hungry. Mr. James, why don't

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

over to get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so

Stanford nodded.

room over here and it's quiet." The manager guided

followed him in with

The manager

thanked him,

as usual," Stanford said as he sat

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

looked up and glanced at the manager,

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

the chef to prepare while Amanda took a sip of

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

used to it. He didn't know if he liked it

her eyes slightly

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 in

squeezed his fingers, "You

at him and couldn't

had misheard, "I look

was afraid that even her parents wouldn't recognize her, yet

about it, she couldn't find when she had exposed

face was

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

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

you mean

and when she smiles at me, her arched eyebrows always make me feel warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And

corner of her shirt under the table.

smiled at him without reservation, all he could think about was how to set her

once been like your 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 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

hate

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

have

Hate?

word couldn't explain how

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

met her eyes and froze for a moment, "You