Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Amanda frowned angrily, “Mr. James, what do you mean for always associating me with a dead person? Are you cursing me to death?”

“She’s not dead.” Stanford looked deeply at her.

Amanda’s heart tightened, and her voice trembled, “Your wife isn’t dead?”

“Yes. She will always be in my heart, living in this world.” After saying that, Stanford once again turned around and entered the kitchen.

Amanda looked at his back and became more and more uneasy.

His attitude always made her feel as if he knew something.

But, what was it that had leaked out?

The study.

Suddenly her mind thought of this place. She had been there before. She was shocked and sad for a long time after she knew the truth. When she left, she forgot to delete the scene of her visit. Did he see it?

She felt anxious thinking about it.

She stood up, walked into the kitchen, and looked at the familiar figure, “Stanford James.”

Stanford’s body stiffened for a moment, feeling shocked by this sudden call.

He turned around slowly, “Ms. Flores, you call me by my name so straightforwardly, do you like me?”

Amanda was speechless.

“I do have a boyfriend.” She just wanted to test it out.

Who knew that Stanford didn’t look like he knew about it?

that she

my opinion, your boyfriend is too young and doesn’t suit

age? Also, please hurry up. I have things to do this

“Alright.”

Stanford smiled faintly.

so vivid that it didn’t

was what Amanda

Half an hour later…

the two of

dishes that

moment, they were sitting face to face, just like

Stanford could also cook, probably because of the environment he grew in. He

Amanda’s favourite dishes were now his

time, he had put in the effort to learn just to win

unknowingly, he would

was not sure himself why

was only when he looked into his heart that he

make her happy and did it from

didn’t realize

how it tastes.” Stanford fetched her

it’s not my favourite dish,

a smile, “I’m sincere, Ms. Flores. Don’t let others criticize you

the dishes in the bowl and asked, “Are

simple meal with you, Ms. Flores. Nothing else.” He ladled soup for Amanda, “Don’t you have something to do

Amanda was speechless.

to say anything else. Sitting together at the table again after a year was something she hadn’t

frank at this

she didn’t care about this person anymore, why should she care