stormyfly

To keep the families close, grandfather Lu and grandmother Ann convince their grandchildren to get married. Mark is a typical playboy; rude, arrogant, and thinks of himself above all. Amber is the most average girl he could ever meet. No looks and no life. His type is Rose. the beauty that had captures his heart since the first day at university. Or is it just a cover up to hide something deep in his heart? 

Now three years has passed since Mark and Amber got into this hell called marriage. He is still the same and that makes Amber more distant from him daily. In the eyes of the world the are the most loving couple but behind closed door, the story is totally different. 

Its been a month since grandfather Lu died and grandmother Ann is determined to get herself a great grandchild. The time couldn't be more wrong for Amber and more right for Mark because Rose is coming from America.

Will the couple survive? what will grandmother Ann do? What should Amber do? And how will Mark handle everything? Will he choose his own happiness over a promise?

convenient wife

Mark's flight was to leave Beijing at 1:00 am on Thursday, with +16 hours of travel time, he prefered a connection flight via Toronto. The reason? he wanted to buy Amber something special on their first meeting after eight years. 


On Saturday night, the whole family came together for dinner. All of Mark's favourite dishes were made. The table was lavishly decorated. Silverware were polished untill they shone brightly. White plates with gold rim and the prettiest floral vine enhances the effect of the red napkins arranged to look like a rose. 


Grandpa Lu took his seat and everyone followed. Grandma Ann signaled for serving to be started. The housemaids served everyone with wonton soup and everyone prayed and started their meal. Light conversation started and a happy environment was created. But Mark was a bundle of nerves. He kept on shaking his leg, fidgeting with his spoon or playing with his food whenever someone points it out. 


Finally it was 8 pm; time to leave for the airport. The drive was an hour long but it seemed like time had slowed down. Waiting for someone or something to happen moments before it happens is the longest time of wait. This was what Mark realised that day.


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