Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 992

When all the dishes were ready, the waiters all withdrew from the private room. Amanda said, "If you have anything you want to say, please say it now."

Stanford didn't look up as he said, "I told you I want to talk to you alone."

He didn't want to see Amanda being so close and intimate to Joan.

"But I don't want to meet my ex-husband alone behind my boyfriend's back. If you have anything, just say it in front of my boyfriend, so as not to let him misunderstand me. I cherish him now."

She looked at Joan and said affectionately, "I was foolish before, but I'm glad I still had the chance to meet him."

Although she was staring at Joan, her words meant something else, and they both knew it.

Yet at the moment, Joan spoke out his real thought, "Fate doesn't matter sooner or later."

He actually wanted to say that he didn't care about her marriage at all.

Knowing that Joan was serious, Amanda immediately turned her head away and refused to look straight into his eyes.

It seemed that this meal was no longer a meal. They all had their own thoughts in mind and the food seemed tasteless.

Joan picked up the silkworm chrysalis introduced by the waiter. After special treatment, he couldn't see its original appearance. It was made very exquisite by the cook and looked very appetizing. He put it onto Amanda's plate. "You're too skinny."

The waiter said it was very nutritious. She could eat more.

"She can't eat this. The protein content is too high, she’ll be allergic to it," Stanford reminded him.

Joan immediately took it back, but Amanda stopped him and said to him, "That was before, I’m not allergic now."

She took it and put it into her mouth. She ate it and looked at Stanford. "Don't you think you know me very well. In fact, I have changed a long time ago."

Then she picked up another and put it into her mouth.

Stanford only looked at her silently. "Is it worth risking your own health?"

"If you can stay away from me, I’ll be in spectacular health."

Amanda said indifferently.

Stanford looked at her for several seconds. "We'll meet alone next time."

Then he stood up and walked out of the private room.

Amanda shouted at him, "I really don't want to see you again."

Stanford's leg froze for a moment and he stepped out.

Amanda and Joan were left in the private room. After being silent for a moment, Joan apologized. "I have no idea that..."

"It’s okay, let's leave too." Amanda pretended that nothing had happened, and Joan nodded silently.

The bill had been paid by Stanford. They went out of the restaurant. Joan looked around and didn't find a drugstore. "I'll take you back."

They walked along the street. Joan pondered for a moment and said, "He left on purpose just now, didn't he?"

Amanda looked at him. "Who do you mean?"

"Mr. James." Joan had to admit that he didn't know Amanda as well as Stanford. They had been married for three years and had a certain understanding of each other's living habits and characters, but his understanding of Amanda was basically empty, and he felt extremely lost in his heart.

"He knew you did that on purpose, he knew you'll be uncomfortable. He's afraid that if he stays there, you'll endure it and try your best not to show it, that’s why he left. Your allergy has never changed."

Amanda said blandly, "That was before."

‘Even if it doesn't change, it doesn't mean anything.’

"I have to thank you for today too." Amanda stopped. "I'll take you back to the hotel."

"You don’t have to thank me all the time." Joan glanced at the city he was unfamiliar with. "Could you walk with me?"

Amanda said, "Sure, there are still many places worth seeing here."

She took Joan to an old building, which was repaired by the government and adorned with belt-liked lamps. At night, the lamps would light up giving off amazing auras, which were very ornamental.

The building’s original appearance could not be seen if one doesn’t come closer at night because its original colour was concealed by the lights.

There was a busy street at the gate. Many people set up stalls to sell things.

They went in and passed by a plaque. Joan stopped.