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

seeing her get out, he opened the back door

James, why don't you take me back

mean to take her back but made it very clear that she should

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

manager pulled

thanked him,

Stanford said

for a moment. He 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

up and glanced at the manager, "Mr.

chef prepare it. You wait a

chef to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the plain water on the table and asked, "Mr. James, do you like

thinking. However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not the restaurant he liked, but the one she

if he liked it or if he was used to it, but he liked

her eyes slightly

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

fingers, "You look

and couldn't help but frown.

had misheard,

up and touch her face. She was

about it, she couldn't find when she had

face was

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

Was he testing her, or was he

do you mean

Flores, you're pretty but not as 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

her shirt under the table. Too fake?

when she'd smiled at him without reservation, all he

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

hate

to Stanford that if she

have

Hate?

that word couldn't

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

met her eyes and froze