Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 886

He pulled out the ring. The diamond still shone and it was the same as it had been, but the person who once owned it was no longer there.

He tilted his head and finished the wine in his glass, then put it down heavily. With a snap, the bottom of the glass clicked on the table.

That year, he had this ring custom-made to propose to her, and it was not the most expensive ring for her. She came from a wealthy family and had many precious pieces of jewellery.

But after wearing the ring, she never took it off again.

She said, "Stanford, I love it."

She had a happy face.

"I'm going to wear it for the rest of my life." She threw her arms around his neck and said, "Stanford, I love you. I believe in you and would give anything for you."

Stanford looked at her simple, beautiful smile and asked, "Why?"

Amanda snuggled into his arms, "To love each other is to trust each other and give to each other, isn't it?"

Because that was what her parents did.

At the time, he was dismissive and thought she was a flower in a greenhouse, who had no understanding of human suffering, let alone of the human heart. How could there be unreserved love in this world?

His father and mother had also loved each other, but what happened to them in the end?

Betrayal, abandonment, divorce ...

He did not believe in her love and did not believe that there was the kind of love in this world that she spoke of.

He didn't believe it!

"But why was I so sad when you left? My heart aches as I look at your relics?"

He squeezed the glass tightly in his hand while it was almost crushed!

Buzz ...

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, but he didn't bother to look at it and just propped his face up with one hand. Tears seemed to well up in his eyes.

His phone rang and stopped, and then rang again after it had stopped. It seemed that if he didn't answer it, this person would keep calling him.

He pulled out his phone, saw the caller ID on it, and then simply hung up.

Soon his phone vibrated again.

He calmed himself down and picked it up, but his voice was very cold, "What’s wrong?"

"Your father is very sick. Why don't you come back and take a look at him?" The woman on the other end of the phone said cautiously, even as if she were praying to him.

He didn't answer, except that his face became more and more gloomy and cold.

"No matter what, he's your father. Just come back and take a look at him. In case ... you'll regret it."

Regret?

His lips curled up into a mocking smile before he hung up the phone. Speaking of regrets, he had something he wanted to ask his father, too.

He dialled the driver's number and told him to get the car ready. He was going out.

The driver answered.

He hung up the phone, stood up, and walked over to the sofa to pick up the jacket on top and put it on, then stepped out the door.

The driver was already waiting at the door. He walked over and the driver pulled open the back door and then he bent down and got in.

The driver closed the door and ran quickly to the front to get into the driver's seat. Soon the car drove out.

He sat in the back seat and pressed his brow to ease his head, which hurt a little from drinking.