Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 685 Do you Feel Hot?

Boyce’s depthless eyes resembled those of a deep well, and he was frozen as he looked into the eyes
of this girl. Her face was pale, and her eyes were crystal clear, which showcased a kind of maturity
beyond her actual age. A sense of steely strength was hidden beneath her eyes, which incited feelings
of protectiveness inside him. How could he put her in a position that would make her life difficult?

Slowly, he reduced his gripping strength, and Jasmine’s scrawny arms wrapped themselves around his
neck. Her lips met his, and she landed a deep kiss on his lips.

Boyce was caught off guard by this sudden kiss and he forgot to react or didn’t even know how to
respond for a moment.

Jasmine didn’t mind one bit about his passiveness as she pressed her lips harder. She liked the
clumsiness in him, and she also liked how innocent he was.

Perhaps because of Jasmine’s passionate kiss, someone as passive as Boyce began to respond in
subtle ways. He took her fragile body into his arms and tried to reciprocate her kiss albeit a little
awkwardly.

After some time, Jasmine was he first to let go of him, and her lips had turned into a cherry which was
dipped in dew. The moisture was glistening off her reddish lips, and as she blinked, she said with a
hoarse voice, “How will I regret everything? I really love you. You are just too dense and foolish since
you believe whatever I had said. I was just messing with you. I will never, ever regret this.”

Boyce watched her sincere yet passionate face, and he felt like something was fluttering in his heart
akin a feather fluttering, which made him a little numb and tremble. His heart seemed to take on a life
of its own as it got out of his control. His heartbeat was irregular and without rhythm.

He wanted to reveal his feelings, but he was no good at expression such intimate words. All he could
do was to gaze at her quietly.



His brows jolted as he said in a low voice, “Jasmine, I won’t betray your trust. Thank you for believing in
me.”

Jasmine initially imagined that he would now belt out a “passionate confession”, and even if he didn’t
do that, he should at least express his love for her. However… he was thanking her for her trust with
such a serious face?

She sniffed loudly and complained, “I am almost ready to cry, but somehow you make me want to
laugh.”

Boyce’s face continued to be dense, “Did I say anything wrong?”

He was thinking in his heart, ‘What did I just say wrongly?’

Jasmine shook her head, “There’s nothing wrong with what you had just said. Your words are perfect,
and I am so touched by them.”

Boyce furrowed his brows, “You are going to laugh instead of crying because of touching moments. Do
you really think I am that stupid?”

“Not at all, I never think of you in that way. I just think that you are not smart enough.” After saying that,
Jasmine sped off into the house and jumped onto her bed. She wrapped herself tightly with her blanket.

Boyce watched that pile of fabric on the bed and her lips slowly curled up, revealing a faint smile. He
went in without any urgency and sat down on the edge of the bed before reaching out to peel off her
blanket. Jasmine’s head popped out of the blanket, and her big eyes were blinking at him.

Boyce stroked her face as he thought that her face still looked a little childish but at the same time, it
also looked like a flower waiting to bloom. She was attractive and charming.



His heart continued to pound as he pecked at her forehead without warning. He didn’t leave just yet as
he closed his eyes and took in her scent. There was a faint shampoo fragrance in the air, which made
him even more unwilling to leave.

He called her name, “Jasmine.”

“Yes.” Jasmine answered.

Boyce stood up straight as he said, “Sleep now.”

Jasmine shifted her body to one side and left a gaping space next to her in bed, “We will sleep side by
side.”

Boyce lied down and faced her.

The faint glow of moonlight poured into the room, illuminating the whole place in a warm light. Jasmine
asked him, “Do you feel hot?”

Boyce nodded, “Indeed.”

He didn’t mean the actual temperature of the room. His blood was boiling, and it was the lustful longing
a man harbored for a woman.

Jasmine got up and switched on a small fan by the table. She then returned to bed and asked again,
“Do you still feel hot?”

Boyce shook his head, “Not anymore.”

Jasmine used her hand as a pillow as she continued, “Accompany me for a few more days before
going back.”

Boyce answered without hesitation, “Alright.”



“You answer too fast. Don’t you need to think about it?” Jasmine blinked in surprised.

Boyce answered, “There’s no need for that.”

Jasmine smiled too as she took his arm and placed it under her head. She was using his arm as a
pillow, “Hug me to sleep.”

Boyce was rock solid as he dared not to come closer to her. He was a little dense when it came to his
feelings, but he was still an honest man who couldn’t control his bodily impulses when he was in such
close proximity to a girl.

Jasmine knew what he was on guard about, and she felt that he was especially attractive with that
demeanour, “Are you afraid that I would pester you to no end?”

Boyce couldn’t come back to his sense since he was telling himself secretly, ‘She is still young, she is
still young.’ He only replied after a pause, “What?”

“Nothing. Just sleep.” Jasmine stopped burrowing herself into his embrace. Although his arm was still
used as her pillow, there was a small gap in between them. She didn’t mind Boyce touching her before
marriage, but there was still an anxiety in her heart. In fact, she was not ready too.

The night passed by very peacefully. The two of them closed their eyes, but it took a while before they
finally drifted into sleep.

Jasmine woke up in the morning, and Boyce stayed true to his words of accompanying her for a few
more days. She was going to inform her headmaster after breakfast about her absence today as she
wanted to accompany Boyce on a shopping trip to buy some clothes.

They forgot about the chilled watermelon yesterday, so she took it out and put it on the table.



She prepared rice to cook porridge too.

The leftover eggs that were given to her by Chris could be used. Every food in their house was gifted to
them by the students.

Those foods were natural, organic ingredients, and those eggs were provided by domestic hen. They
were natural and devoid of artificial components.

She thought that since Boyce was hurt, she wanted to fry two eggs for him.

Then, she planned to head out to buy some supplements for him.

She got used to living alone for some time, so she was very adept at doing house chores. The dishes
that she prepared were not half-bad.

When she went outside to pour some water, there was someone coming to her.

She froze on the spot upon seeing this person.


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