Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 917: How Come You Don’t Know

Amanda was a bit taken aback, wondering what she had said just now.

She recalled what she had said and couldn't replace anything that she shouldn't say.

"How can I know what you used to be like, Mr. James? You misunderstood." She faked being calm and pushed all the blame on Stanford, "Do you want to change the subject on purpose?" Stanford was speechless.

"Just stop beating around the bush. Do you want to stop our cooperation? Or do you have other ideas?" said Amanda aggressively.

"Ms. Flores, I can't understand what you said." Stanford looked at her. He looked pretty calm but in secret, he covered his expression with his calmness, his eyes twinkling, "You are so excited now. What do you want to cover?"

Amanda directly looked away to avoid his gaze. The longer he gazed at her, the more panicked she became, "Mr. James, I don't know what you are talking about. Well, please wait for the contract termination." Then she was about to leave. However, she just took one step before her wrist was grabbed. She looked back and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Ms. Flores, please make it clear to me." Stanford dragged her, walking towards a cafe nearby.

Amanda struggled fiercely, "Let go of me!"

Right then, Gerben stopped Stanford, "Please let go of her!"

"Who are you?" Stanford squinted. Earlier, he didn't see such a man around Simona.

"He's a bodyguard hired by Casimir for me. What's wrong?" Amanda quickly gave him a suitable excuse.

Stanford turned to look at her, becoming more and more interested in her.

It was because her aggressive and arrogant look was way too similar to Amanda's.

"I'm going to talk business with you, but you resist so much. What are you afraid of? You've also hired a bodyguard. Whom will he protect you from? Me?"

"I was almost killed by someone working for you, Mr. James. Shouldn't I be more careful? My boyfriend cares about me. What's wrong with it?" she retorted quickly after a short moment of silence.

When hearing her mention her boyfriend, Stanford felt so unpleasant for some reason. He couldn't control that upset feeling at all.

"Ms. Flores, it's my fault to bring you trouble. I apologize." The next second, he changed the subject, "I believe we have a misunderstanding on the business plan. We should sit down and have a talk. What do you think, Ms. Flores?"

Amanda didn't truly mean to stop cooperating with him, so she agreed. Looking at Gerben, she said, "Please wait for me in the car."

Gerben nodded in agreement and sat back in the car.

"Mr. James, we can sit down and talk. But could you please let go of me?" she asked expressionlessly.

Stanford felt the emptiness in his heart when looking into her cold eyes. His emptiness would become less only when he was gripping her. Although he was quite reluctant, he still let go of her. They walked into the cafe and found a quiet place to sit down. A waiter came over to take the order.

Stanford asked, "What would you like to drink?"

Amanda answered, "Anything would be fine."

Then Stanford made the order. He ordered a cup of latte with extra milk, which used to be Amanda's favourite.

He also ordered the same for himself. Closing the menu, he handed it to the waiter and said, "That's all. Thanks."

The waiter took the menu over and left.

Amanda felt so sarcastic. Last time, he took her to the restaurant that used to be her favorite, and this time, he ordered her favourite coffee. She wondered if he was acting to be affectionate. She sneered inwardly.

"Ms. Flores, you seem to be quite unhappy." Stanford could tell that she was not in a good mood.

Amanda said, "I don't like milk in my coffee."

Stanford smiled. He said, "I didn't like it either before. Coffee had its bitterness, but should why the milk be added to change its original taste?"

"Why did you change?"

After asking the question, Amanda regretted it.

It wasn't her business why he had changed.

What did it have anything to do with her?

She shouldn't have asked.

Stanford looked at her and answered, "Because of my wife."

Amanda looked away, "Your late wife, isn't it?"

"She's gone, but she still left me a lot of memories." Stanford had a slight pang in his heart when thinking about Amanda.

The waiter served the latte and left soon.

"Ms. Flores, have a taste, please," said Stanford.

Amanda didn't move, "I don't like it," said she.

"Things existing in this world have their meanings of existence. This cup of coffee is no exception. Originally, it's bitter, but it'll become less bitter with some milk. Moreover, it would have a good smell from the milk. It's just like life. If your life is unhappy, why would you eat something with bitterness..."

"Enough, Mr. James!" Amanda interrupted him in a determined tone. She didn't want to listen to his nonsense, as what he said used to be the words that she spoke to him.

She gave him a long explanation when she wanted to convince him to put the milk into the coffee.

"We're here to talk business. I don't want to listen to you talk about the coffee. Mr. James, I've never studied it so I don't understand. Neither do I want to understand about it. We're here for work." "Ms. Flores, I just feel that you are like my ex-wife. Sorry for that."

Stanford got down to business, "I want to know why you were so angry just now, Ms. Flores."

"Don't you know the reason? Didn't you send your secretary to me and urge me to report the progress of my business plan to you?”¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶