Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

Atwood felt that he was doing the right thing for Stanford.
Stanford went from the café to a hospital and did not tell Atwood about it. As his personal assistant, Atwood was normally well
aware of his schedule. However, this time he did not tell anyone his movement and even turned off his cell phone.
The doctor examined him and shared his diagnosis, “You have amnesia. From my medical examination, you had a blunt force
trauma to the head.” The doctor said as he looked at the test results.
“Can it be treated?” Stanford asked.
“You can but you would need surgery.” The doctor added, “But the risk is rather high.” Any brain surgery was risky.
“Do it.” He simply said. He did not need to remember everything but he wanted to remember who that woman was! He had to
remember!
“Okay, I’ll arrange for the hospital’s brain surgeon who had trained overseas but he would only be back in the country next week.
We’ll set an appointment for next week and only then will he be able to come up with a surgery plan and schedule. Is this
acceptable?”
It was too long for Stanford but he had no other choice but to wait.
“Okay, but do it as soon as possible.” Stanford wanted to quickly have the surgery.
Stanford left the hospital.
He returned to his house which was arranged by Atwood after he returned to C city. Now it was a new area. He previously lived
on the northern side of the city and now he was towards the south. It was intentionally trying to give him a totally new
environment.
There was a lady in the house when Stanford went home. She was wearing a red dress and wore her hair in a ponytail. She was
cooking in the kitchen. Amanda had done this when she waited for Stanford to come home from the office.
He was dazed momentarily and the scene of a lady in red seemed so familiar but he could not recall.
“You are...”
She turned around and he started to frown.

“How did you get in and why are you here?” He asked coldly.
Hilary did not answer directly. Atwood arranged for her to be there.
She smiled, “You’re back.” She walked over to him.
Stanford took out his cellphone and called for the residential compound security.
Hilary quickly explained, “Atwood asked me to come.”
Stanford’s expression turned dark.
She was not bothered and continued to prepare the dishes as Atwood listed out for her. According to Atwood, those dishes were
his favourite.
“Go ahead and taste the dishes prepared by me.” She served the dishes.
Stanford did not appreciate her efforts and said coldly, “Please leave.”
Hilary stood by the table and looked at him, “Please give me a chance, furthermore...”
Knock, knock... Someone knocked on the door.
Stanford opened the door and there were two security guards. He asked the guards to make Hilary leave. Now, Hilary was
unsettled and thought, ‘Didn’t Atwood say that Stanford would like her if she did these?’
“Stanford, I did these because I like you. You’ve gone overboard if you do this...”
Stanford remained nonchalant and calm.
Under the instructions of Stanford, the security guards removed Hilary from the premises. She had never been disrespected in
such a manner. She was furious.
Stanford sat on the sofa, called Atwood, and said coldly, “Come over immediately.”