Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 947 Very Enthusiastic

"You'd better go to my house." The little girl grabbed her hand and wouldn't let her go, and said in

English as well, "You don't have anywhere else to go anyway."

The man frowned at his daughter's hand.

This was not the first time this had happened. She wanted to bring home anyone she liked and thought

was good-looking.

Amanda looked down at the little girl in surprise. She could speak English too.

The man saw her amazement and explained, "She comes here to play a lot. Your mother taught her."

Amanda nodded.

"Come on, let's go." The little girl was enthusiastic.

Amanda pursed her lips and looked at the man, "I'm sorry to bother you then." Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"It’s fine. Can you go?" The man looked at her, "Which foot?"

"Left foot." She replied.

The man knelt, "Let me see."

Amanda instinctively took a step back and almost lost her balance. She didn't feel like they knew each

other too well and wasn't quite comfortable letting him look at her feet.

"I have some medical knowledge, and I'm just helping you to see if you've broken your bones. I didn't

mean anything else." The man said.

Amanda didn't think he looked like a bad guy either, and if she was any coyer, it would seem like she

was being petty. She pulled the hem of her skirt up to reveal her ankles.

The man reached out and touched it, and after a moment, he said, "Your bones aren't hurt. It's just that

your ankle is a little red and swollen. Put a cold compress on it and it will heal in a few days."

Amanda said, "Thanks."

"If you're okay, let's go." The little girl said.

Amanda looked at her. It wasn't good for her to be so approachable and unafraid of strangers, so she

said to her father, "Your daughter is very sweet and unafraid of strangers. She better has someone with

her or else she'll be in trouble if she meets a bad person."

The man knew why his daughter was like that. There were maids following her, but she was so

mischievous that she used to shake off those who followed her.

"I'll keep an eye out." When he finished, he held out his arm and said in a gentlemanly manner, "Let me

hold you up as you walk."

Amanda took his arm, "Thank you, my name is Amanda. What should I call you?"

"Joan Morton." The man said.

His name was the opposite of Amanda's. Amanda's surname came first and her first name came last,

while his name came first and his surname came last.

This was some way from the busy city. He still stayed here because the mansion he lived in was

handed down from his ancestors.

He had a hereditary title and his family was noble in the last century, which extended to the present

day.

Having inherited the title, it was his duty to guard the glory of the Morton family and the huge fortune

accumulated by his ancestors.

At one time, it was rumoured that the Morton family had amassed a fortune that was as rich as a

nation.

As time went on, the city grew towards the south bank of the river. The further south it went, the more

prosperous it became. The houses that remained on the north bank were mansions preserved by the

great families.

Some families sold their houses when they fell on hard times, while others regularly repaired them to

keep them intact for future generations to see.

But not many people lived there, and this made this side much more deserted.

It was also a good place for people who liked peace and quietness.

Of course, it was not easy to buy a house in this area. They were worth a lot of money and the average

person could not afford them.

They walked for a while before they reached the place.

It was a yellow mansion that covered an extremely large area and looked to be well protected.

Although not as diverse as modern buildings, it retained the prosperity of that era.

Walking inside, Amanda got a better sense of the aristocracy of the mansion. There were high arched

doors, delicate ornaments made of solid gold, while crimson velvet curtains ran vertically from the top

downwards and every window glass was polished to a high shine. Standing in the hall, she felt like she

was in a palace.

Thai people preferred goldware, and the delicate glazed cups and cutlery were encrusted with gold.