Novel & Cerita Mr Nelson Love Trap

"Protection from what?" Lora's gaze fell, and she whispered, "It was nothing serious, just a part of my past. But since you entered my life, you've shown me unwavering love and kindness. At first, it was small gestures and friendship, but they meant everything to me. As we spent more time together, I discovered the real you - a man far different from the one I thought I knew. I began to understand why Sam admired you, and I felt grateful for your presence in my life. You're someone I can trust implicitly, someone who genuinely cares about me, and someone who's always there for me when I need you most. So, how could I not love you, Nelson?"

“Ms. Nelson, what a coincidence! It’s great to see you discharged from the hospital.” She tugged on Clayton’s arm. “This is Ms. Nelson that I mentioned to you earlier.” Clayton was handsome and gentle, but he was aloof and distant from other women. When Nicole pulled him over like this, he showed a helpless smile. He looked at Selena with a smile and nodded. “Hello, Ms. Nelson. My name is Clayton Sloan.” Selena’s face was pale. She turned around to look at the two of them and smiled slightly. “I’m Selena Nelson.”

Leaving like this would be too easy on them. In my last life, I had swallowed all that online abuse. This time, I would make them swallow every word back, one by one. My phone suddenly rang. It was my counselor, Mr. Fuller. "Noah, come to my office now." His tone was hard. When I reached the office door, I saw Caleb sitting across from Mr. Fuller, still sniffling. The moment I walked in, Mr. Fuller frowned and gestured for me to sit beside Caleb.

Then, he closed his eyes. A shrill alarm erupted from the heart monitor. Doctors and nurses rushed into the room. I was pushed out of the ward. Outside the door, Dan stood there. He held a fruit basket in his hands. “I came to see Mr. Elba,” he said. A nurse passed by and murmured under her breath, “Mr. Hill is such a good man. He even visits his ex-girlfriend’s father.” I stared at him before I snapped. I lunged forward and slapped him.

“Everything’s beautiful. Mitchell said there are three islands. What’s the third one?” “The third one is Noa’lati. It’s where all the rich snobs live,” he shrugs, before giving me a sly grin. “In fact, Jordan lives there.” I roll my eyes and take my plate over to the sink. “What about you? Anyone you’re seeing?” I ask. “Nah. I’m thinking I’ll have to go travelling to find Mr. Right. There’s no one cool enough here to match my awesomeness,” he says with a stupid grin on his face.