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

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

James, why don't you

mean to take her back but made it very clear

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

Stanford nodded.

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

followed him in

The manager pulled the chair

thanked him, then sat

as usual," Stanford said

He used to come with his wife and order those same dishes every time because

looked up and glanced

I'm just going to have the chef prepare it. You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly

while Amanda took a sip of the plain water on the table and asked,

was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not

He didn't know if he liked it or if he was used to it, but

lowered her eyes slightly

through the window and enveloping her body in a hazy haze. He was in a trance like he was

his fingers,

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

misheard,

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

she couldn't find when she had exposed

face was

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

couldn't decide in her mind what he meant. Was he testing her, or was he simply guessing based on his

you mean by

warm." His eyes softened at the mention of her. And that softness disappeared again when his gaze fell on Simona, "You're more

her shirt under

without reservation, all he could think about was how to set her up,

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

hate your

if she were still alive, what

she have

Hate?

just didn't think that word couldn't explain

could have killed him myself if I could." As

met her eyes and froze for