Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

"I... How would I know?" Atwood was dead set against admitting it.

Hilary said coldly, "You would not know?"

She got up from the ground and yelled at those watching the fun, "Get out of here!"

"Nuts." Someone snorted disdainfully and went back to the room.

Everyone found it pointless and went to their own rooms.

Hilary grabbed Atwood's collar, "I'm telling you, if you don't make this clear, I will never spare you!"

"You won't spare me? What can you do to me?" He looked like he was a victim too, "I really don't know what's going on here. I obviously asked Mr. James to stay at this..." As he spoke, he met Amanda's eyes, and then he hurriedly shut up.

But it still made Amanda suspicious. She said coldly, "Atwood, you've been pestering me to come upstairs, so you're deliberately putting on this show for me to misunderstand Joan?"

"I ..." Atwood was awkward and tried to explain, "I really don't know what's going on."

At this point, he had no choice but to deny it.

"You're lying. How could you not know?" Hilary seemed to understand something too.

"It's not actually Stanford in this room in the first place, but this foreigner. You wanted to set Stanford up with his ex-girlfriend, so first, you had to sabotage Stanford's ex-girlfriend's affection for this man who seemed to like her so that Stanford could pursue his ex-girlfriend again, right?"

Atwood was still denying, "I... I don't know. What the hell are you talking about? I don't understand."

"You don't understand? I've never been so embarrassed. You are the one who made me lose face in front of so many people. Atwood, I'm not done with you. And it's okay if you don't admit it. I'll get to the bottom of it. If I find out that you lied to me and played me, I will not let you off the hook. I'm telling you, I'm not easy to mess with either!" After saying that, Hilary turned around and left. Probably because she was walking too fast, she didn't step on her heels and broke her foot, "Ah!"

A stinging pain came from her ankle and she fell again as her knees went weak and her body tilted to the side. As she fell, she heard a stabbing sound. Her skirt was splitting. Atwood laughed out loud.

Hilary turned her head to glare at him. Atwood immediately stopped smiling, took his jacket off, and handed it to her, "Wrap it around your waist."

"No need!" Lee gritted her teeth.

Atwood didn't force her, "If you're not afraid of losing face, then you don't need it."

Her skirt was already short, and now it was splitting. Her underwear was showing, so there was no way she could walk.

She took Atwood's jacket as soon as she could and covered her legs, "Help me up."

Atwood helped her up, "I'll take you back."

He lifted her and pressed the lift. Soon the doors opened and he helped Hilary, who had broken her foot, into the lift.

And he was still explaining what had just happened.

"I really don't know what's going on today."

Hilary looked at him, "You think I'll believe that?"

"To be honest with you, Mr. James' ex-girlfriend actually still likes Mr. James. It was probably her who changed the person in the room to be that foreigner." Atwood was trying to pass the buck. "You're saying that woman just now still has a crush on Stanford?" Hilary asked.

Atwood nodded, "I think so, though I have no proof."

"Is that so?" Hilary narrowed her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled into a cold smile, "So that means I made a fool of myself today because of her?"

"Well... well... may... be." Atwood stammered weakly.

In the room, Amanda told Joan to get dressed, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No, I'm really fine. I'll just take some medicine and I'll be fine." Joan didn't think it was a big deal. He was just allergic, and he didn't need to go to the hospital at all.

"No, you might not be allergic." Amanda opened the cupboard to get his clothes and found the cupboard empty. She turned her head and asked him, "Where are your clothes?" Joan pointed to the bag sitting on the couch. He hadn't hung up the clothes he had bought at the mall last time.

Amanda walked over, not noticing the water under her feet, "Ah!" She slipped on the water and fell over.

"Look out!" Joan quickly swooped over and caught her the moment she was about to fall to the ground. Ugh...

He fell backwards into the gap between the coffee table and the sofa, and Amanda fell on top of him. Amanda was still suffering from the shock as she turned back.

"Are you all right?" Joan looked at her.