Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 1053 Deception

Atwood froze for a few seconds, "I'll be right over."

As he drove, he wondered if Hilary had pissed Stanford off by not doing what he said.

Why else would he have sounded so upset?

Soon he pulled up to the neighbourhood where Stanford lived, then found Hilary standing at the door.
He parked the car and quickly walked over, asking, "What's going on?"

"I should be the one asking you that, right?" When had Hilary ever been kicked out? This was simply
an insult to her. If word got out, how could she ever face anyone?

It would be a disgrace!

"Did you not do what I told you to do?" Atwood felt that if she did what he said, it would make Stanford
look at her differently.

"I did exactly what you said, but he didn't accept me and blew me out. Do you know how ashamed I
am?" Hilary was simply furious.

"Why don't you wait for me in the car? I will go in first and see what's going on?" Atwood tried to
reassure her.

"Am I an idiot? Waiting for you here?" Hilary stopped the car, "You have to give me an explanation on
this matter."

With that, she got into the taxi and left.

Atwood sighed and walked towards the neighbourhood.

When he arrived at Stanford's place, he rang the doorbell.



Stanford came to the door.

After sitting down, he came straight to the point and said, "Did you get that woman in?"

Only Atwood could come into his place.

Atwood didn't deny it, "Yes."

Stanford lifted his slightly cold eyes, "You're very straightforward. Do you have anything else to confess
to me?"

Atwood pursed his lips.

He didn't know that Stanford knew about him talking to Amanda.

He had thought he didn't remember anything, as he had before.

After a long moment, he opened his mouth, "I'm not hiding anything from you."

"Really?" Stanford had never been so cold to Atwood, "In that case, I don't think you'll have to follow
me in the future."

"Why?" Atwood stood up in shock.

Stanford stood up and walked to the window, turning his back on him, "You know what you've done.
There is no need for me to say it."

"I don't know." Atwood came over, "I haven't been following you for a day or two. I've treated you ..."

"It's because you've followed me for so long that you have no boundaries in what you do and you even
interfere in my personal affairs." Stanford turned while his eyes were as cold as they had ever been,
"Atwood, do you think you can arrange my life?"



"I'm not. I'm not ..."

Atwood tried to explain, but found he couldn't.

In the end, he could only say, "Everything I do is for your own good."

"Are you my parents?" Stanford's tone grew colder, "Do you know what kind of life I want? And you
dare say you're doing it for my own good?"

"I ..."

Atwood was speechless.

"I hate it when people interfere with my private life under the guise of doing it for my own good. If you
keep doing that, don't blame me for being ungrateful."

Atwood froze in place.

"Have you heard something?" Atwood felt that Stanford was strange today and very different from
before like he knew something.

"What do you think?" Stanford gestured to the kitchen and the table, "Clean them up before you go out.
In the future, don't bring anyone in, including you, without my permission."

Atwood said, "I know."

He walked to the kitchen and dumped all those things Hilary had made into the trash, and stuffed all
the vegetables she had bought into the trash as well.

Stanford turned his back on him and looked out the window, "Atwood, you've heard of Amanda, right?"


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