Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Amanda opened the door, only to find Casimir standing there with food and a bottle of Baijiu in his hand.

She looked at him up and down and asked, “What happened to you?”

“Let’s have a drink, shall we?” Casimir bypassed her and walked in.

Amanda closed the door and followed him. Looking at him, she realized that something must be wrong with him.

“Casimir, did anything happen to you?” she asked.

Casimir put down the things in his hands on the table.

Right then, the message tone on Amanda’s phone rang out. Amanda picked it up from the sofa and checked - it was a message from Joshua.

Casimir looked down and took a glance. He asked, “Who are you chatting with?”

Amanda tabbed the message to read.

“Abbott stays in Room 908. You can ask him yourself.”

Amanda replied to the ellipsis dots, meaning she was speechless.

“In fact, you should know it clearly. Someone was helping you all the time. He hasn’t been exposed to you yet.” Joshua replied.

“Who is it?” Casimir wanted to take a look, poking his head.

Amanda subconsciously hid the phone behind her so he couldn’t read them.

“What’s so confidential? You are even hiding it from me,” Casimir complained. Sitting on the sofa, he said, “I’m quite upset and want you to comfort me. Now I’m more upset.”

Amanda sat down and turned to look at him, “What bothers you?”

Casimir opened the takeout and the Baijiu bottle. He said, “I seemed to meet that man today.”

“Who?” Amanda was quite confused, wondering what he was talking about.

Casimir said irritably, “It’s that man.”

Amanda was speechless.

know whom

“I’ll

her. After a pause, he added, “That man, who seemed to be my biological

widened her eyes, “Have

“Yeah. That man looked

did you see

the hotel,”

Amanda inhaled.

Abbott was staying in the same hotel and his

appearance would bother his family, will you still want to

He truly hadn’t

find his biological father and

thought about the

he hadn’t thought about if he would tell the

bit, but I want to know who he is and what kind of man he is. After all, he’s

never experienced such a matter, so she couldn’t understand how

couldn’t understand what was in

up the bottle and poured a glass of Baijiu for herself and another glass for him. Raising the glass, she clinked

looked at her, “Why

in a happy

stimulating me?” Casimir

up her hands, “I can’t. I just can’t

just chat happily?” Casimir stood

so he didn’t want

pulled him and heaved a sigh, “I know. My bad. I’ll

at

do whatever

a

Amanda was silent.

so pitiful. I can sacrifice,” she

you also

him, “A child

hate

Amanda didn’t answer.

realized that no matter what she said, Casimir would