Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Joan was going to call the receptionist and bring him some allergy medicine. Then he put the phone down and went to open the door. He had just touched the door handle when all the lights on this floor suddenly went out. It was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Before he could recover from his surprise at the sudden blackout, a woman smelling of perfume flung herself into his arms.

Joan's pupils contracted. What was going on? How could the hotel have lost power?

The next second, he pushed the woman away almost without thinking, "Who are you?!"

There was a bang and a scream along with the sound of the fall.

Hilary covered her head and crumpled to the ground, screaming in pain.

Instead of going forward to ask her, Joan turned around and went back to his room to look for his phone.

Soon, he felt the phone on the table. He tapped it on, thus getting a glimmer of light, then he turned on the phone's light and shone it out. At this point, someone from another room also came out because of the power outage.

The crowd was upset about the sudden power outage and yelling, "What kind of fucking five-star hotel is this? The power is out? I was taking a shower and I almost died in there."

The hallway was filled with disgruntled shouts.

Joan ignored the noises rattling around in his ears and pointed his phone out into the hallway. He saw a pair of thin white legs, then a dress...

The lights suddenly came on.

There was another cacophony of noise in the hallway.

"The power's back on."

It was only then that Joan saw that the woman cowering on the floor, clutching her head and screaming in pain, was a sexy woman in a dress. She was holding her head, so he couldn't see her face. "Crap, someone fell?" Someone in the hallway saw a woman lying on the floor over here. Some wanted to see the fun and those who wanted to see what was going on, and they all came over. "Who are you?" Joan asked.

The voice sounded a little strange, not like Stanford's. Hilary lifted her face from her messy curls.

Seeing the man standing in the doorway, she didn't remember that she had seen him in the coffee shop either.

She was even more shocked than Joan, "What are you doing in this room?"

"This was supposed to be my room." Joan's voice was slightly cold. Obviously, he was displeased that such a ridiculous thing had happened to him.

"Your room?" Hilary tried to get up, and only then did she realize what she now looked like.

Someone even stared at her body and said, "Wow."

She covered her chest and stood up hastily. However, she was wearing high heels, so she didn't step firmly and fell once again.

Ouch!!!

Her face was contorted with pain.

The onlookers laughed out loud, and some men teased, "Your ass has fallen into four pieces, hasn't it?"

Hilary had never been so humiliated before, and this was the first time.

She covered her face while her cheeks burned with shame.

At this time, Atwood brought Amanda up.

Originally, he had wanted her to see what had happened between Joan and Hilary, so that she would be disappointed in Joan, and then he would be helping Stanford. But when they got off the lift, all they saw was Hilary sitting woefully on the floor being laughed at.

What, what was going on here?

Amanda glanced at the woman on the floor and walked straight towards Joan, noticing that his face was even redder than it had been at the hotpot restaurant. "Joan, are you okay?" She asked with concern.

Joan shook his head, "I'm fine. I'm just hot."

Amanda raised an eyebrow. Hot?

He'd looked much better when they'd had drinks in the restaurant downstairs. And how could he be hot like this when the hotel was air-conditioned? Joan said with certainty, "I, I'm probably allergic."

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

"You get dressed. I'll take you to the hospital." Amanda said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I was just trying to joke with you and didn't expect ..."

"It's nothing to do with you." Joan said, "I'll probably be fine with some medicine."

"You'd better go to the hospital." She was uneasy.

"Atwood, explain to me exactly what is going on. How can it be a foreign man who appears in this house? Where is Stanford?!!!" Hilary had been annoyed after making such a big fool of herself. Now she was taking her chances.

Atwood, of course, would not admit that all this was deliberately arranged by him to give Joan no chance to compete with Stanford. Who would have known that the ... plan didn't seem to work.