Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 890

"Miss Flores, what are you doing here?" Stanford thought he was looking at the wrong person.

Amanda clenched her hands, which were hanging at her sides, into fists. She was trying desperately to suppress the emotions tumbling inside her to remain calm.

"I ..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "I got lost."

"I'll give you a ride. Get in the car." He looked at her and said.

Amanda released her clenched fist and smiled, "Then thank you."

Stanford was quiet and didn't say a word.

She pulled open the back door and sat in.

"I don't know if you've got things handled?" She meant something else, "I don't want anything to go wrong while we're working together."

Stanford remained silent as he started the car and drove away.

What happened last night was an accident, but it was deliberately posted online and became a scandal. He had dealt with it.

The incident had upset him, too.

"Miss Flores, you haven't had lunch yet, have you? My treat today." Stanford suddenly spoke up.

Amanda thought for a moment, "How can I refuse since you have been so gracious in inviting me?"

Stanford glanced at her in the rearview mirror. Every time he saw her, she would do something unexpected.

This time was no different.

There seemed to be a certain magic about her that attracted him and always made him want to be near her.

And he didn't like that feeling in his heart.

He didn't like it when a woman made him do things that were out of his control.

The car pulled up and stopped in front of a restaurant.

Amanda got a good look at the restaurant while her heart was in turmoil once again. This was a restaurant she used to love to come to, and she loved to pester Stanford to come with her. It had all the dishes she liked to eat.

Why had he brought her to this restaurant?

What did he know?

Amanda was in a bit of a panic.

Stanford got out of the car. Not seeing her get out, he opened the back door for her, "Miss Flores."

Amanda sat still, "I'm not very hungry. Mr. James, why don't you take me back to the hotel?"

"We're already here, Miss Flores, you'd better get down." Stanford didn't mean to take her back but made it very clear that she should get out of the car.

Amanda bit her lower lip and bent over to get out of the car while Stanford walked ahead. He was a regular customer, so as soon as he came in, the manager came to greet him, "Mr. James."

Stanford nodded.

"There's room over here and it's quiet." The manager guided Stanford to a window seat in the VIP section.

Amanda followed him in with downcast eyes.

"This lady, please." The manager pulled the chair for her.

She thanked him, then sat down.

"Same as usual," Stanford said as he sat down.

The manager froze for a moment. He used to come with his wife and order those same dishes every time because his wife loved them. Now, this was a strange woman and he was still ordering the same dishes?

Stanford looked up and glanced at the manager, "Mr. Chase?"

"Oh, I'm just going to have the chef prepare it. You wait a moment." The manager hurriedly said with a smile.

Darren went to arrange for the chef to prepare while Amanda took a sip of the plain water on the table and asked, "Mr. James, do you like the restaurant?"

"Yes." He said without thinking. However, it was only after he had finished that he realized that this was not the restaurant he liked, but the one she liked.

He'd been here so much that he'd gotten used to it. He didn't know if he liked it or if he was used to it, but he liked coming anyway.

Amanda lowered her eyes slightly while her curled lashes fluttered.

"Actually, it's my ex-wife who likes it." Stanford leaned back and looked at her. The sun was slanting in through the window and enveloping her body in a hazy haze. He was in a trance like he was seeing her.

He squeezed his fingers, "You look like her."

Amanda suddenly looked up at him and couldn't help but frown. What had he found?