Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Armand paused and slowly withdrew his movements. He didn't know why he was afraid to confess to Theresa that he had seen Phoebe.

Almost instinctively, he lied, "I met with a client, so I forgot to pick you up."

Theresa waited for his confession, but all she got was a lie from him.

Her heart sank. She was panicking inside. And she didn't know what to do with their relationship.

She stood up and went to her wardrobe to find her clothes, but Armand hugged her from behind, "What's wrong with you? There seems to be something wrong with you."

Theresa wrenched free of his hug, "I'm going to sleep in the guest room."

Armand pulled her back, "What did you say?"

She had just married him and wanted to sleep in a separate bed from him. If Elizabeth found out about this, she would worry about their relationship again.

"I'm tired today." Theresa's voice sounded a little choked up.

She felt she was injured inside.

Armand's heart tightened, and then he reached up to take her face in his hands. Although she didn't want to cry, she couldn't hold back the tears. The oppression and grievance she felt at the moment Armand touched her reached its climax. Then she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes.

When he saw her crying, Armand panicked. He reached out to wipe her tears, "What's wrong with you? Tell me if you were wronged in the store. Were you given a hard time by a customer?"

Theresa cried harder and harder.

"Don't cry. When I see you cry, I feel panic. If you suffer too much, then you can quit your job. And you can count on me." Armand wiped her tears.

Theresa lowered her eyes, "I don't want you to take care of me. I can take care of myself. I just think of something sad. And that's why I can't help it..."

Armand took her into his arms, "Don't think about it."

"Would you lie to me?" Theresa asked.

Armand stiffened, but he quickly regained his natural expression and said, "I wouldn't."

Theresa sniffled, "I will give myself two chances."

She was also giving Armand two chances. If he lied to her again, then she would divorce him.

She regarded getting a divorce as respect for their marriage.

two chances?" Armand listened to

broke away

to be alone. I'm going to sleep

"If you let Mrs. Bernie see you sleeping in the guest room like this, she'll be worried about us. And she'll think something is wrong

listen to him because she didn't want to look at Armand. And she could think of Phoebe when she

sharing a bed

old, so I don't want her to worry

look at Armand. He kept saying that he was afraid Elizabeth would be sad. Wouldn't he tell

She smiled bitterly, "Okay."

give him another chance, she

marry him at first, but

clothes and went to

was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Suddenly, he had a flash of insight, pulled out his phone, and checked his phone records. She hadn't called him, which meant she couldn't have found out

Theresa obviously looked not in good mood. Was she like this because

take it to

he saw Theresa like this, Armand felt very nervous. Then he took out his

if Theresa was like this

so long, she always checked on the store when she returned. The store

people came to the store because of Dolores' reputation.

was in the store for a day. On one hand, she was trying to calm her down about Jessica's issues. And on the other hand, she was trying to think of a way

daily expenses of the store also

did not want to

to see the strength of the designers in her shop. She

she was getting out of the car, her phone rang. Then she saw that Armand's name was displayed on

help but wonder why Armand was

up

and walked

"Armand," Dolores answered.

is he calling you?" Matthew

head, "I

she answered the

"Dolores, it's me."

Dolores merely said, "Hum."

she was working in the store today?"

up in her office. And when she had lunch, she saw that Theresa seemed to be

Armand asked this question about Theresa, it meant that Theresa obviously looked unhappy. "Did you guys have

that she was not in a good mood, so I wondered if she

"No," Dolores said.