Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 913

Stanford slowly turned around. He gazed at Atwood deeply for a while, “Do you care about her?” he asked.

Atwood looked down, “She and I have worked for you all the time. She’s like a friend to me. I just have some concerns.”

“She deserves to die.”

After finishing his remark, Stanford turned around. The city was still prosperous, the neon lights were still flashing, and people were still walking back and forth on the streets. Without Amanda, nothing had changed. However, his mind had changed.

He was like a walking dead now.

He had lost his soul, and only his empty shell remained.

“Atwood, have you ever done anything that you regret?” Stanford asked in a deep tone.

Atwood answered, “Yes, I have.”

“Tell me about it.”

It seemed that Stanford was looking for the equilibrium.

Another man was like him, feeling regretful.

“I used to have a crush on a girl. However, she didn’t like me,” answered Atwood simply.

“Why did you fight for winning her heart?” Stanford turned around and looked at him.

One should fight for happiness, shouldn’t he?

Atwood shook his head, “I didn’t want to force her or make it difficult for her. As long as she’s happy, I’ll be happy. If she’s not happy and comes back to me one day, I’ll accept her joyfully.”

Stanford looked at him for a long time. His words reechoed in Stanford’s mind.

He wondered whether he could truly bless his beloved woman without any regret if she fell in love with another man.

Upon hearing Atwood’s words, he realized that he was quite selfish.

If he had a crush on a woman, he would hope to be with her.

Stanford always thought that if Amanda were still alive, he would keep her by his side again.

However, he didn’t think she would exist in this world again.

It was he who had killed her.

If he hadn’t proposed to divorce her, Lindsay might not have the guts to do anything to Amanda.

He regretted it. He regretted it so much.

However, nothing had happened in this world could be changed.

“Mr. James, you should let the bygones be bygones.” Atwood didn’t know how to comfort Stanford either.

He just didn’t want to see Stanford like this.

“I just can’t control my mind.” The less he wanted to think about it, the more clearly the past became.

“Let’s go.” Stanford lifted his food, followed by Atwood.

On the other side, in the morning, when Casimir was about to leave after having breakfast with Amanda, he looked at her and asked, “What’s your plan today?”

Amanda said perfunctorily, “I haven’t finished my business plan yet. I’ll work from the hotel.”

Casimir smiled, “Shall we have dinner after I knock off tonight? After all, you treated me for breakfast.”

Amanda leaned against the door, “Can you only think about eating? We’ve just finished breakfast but you’ve already planned dinner. Do you know what it’s called?”

Casimir asked, “What?”

“Rice-bucket.”

Casimir couldn’t quite understand the implication of this word.

However, he didn’t think it was a compliment.

Although he had learned a lot of vocabulary in the Chinese language, he still had a lot of words that he couldn’t understand. This language was way too complicated. Sometimes, a word could have several kinds of meanings.