Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

"I know I’m wrong, Dolores. Just help me." Armand tugged on Dolores' sleeve and pouted, "For the sake of me being so pathetic, just help me contact Theresa, okay?"

Matthew's brow furrowed deeply. Then he squeezed his shirt and yanked him away, "Just talk. Don't touch her."

Armand didn't know what to say.

"Dolores, if you don't help me, I really can't live." Armand glared at Matthew and nestled into the couch, "If I don't see Theresa, I won't leave."

Armand acted shamelessly.

Anyway, it was nice here, and there was food and drink. It was a big place, and there was no shortage of rooms for him to sleep in.

"Suit yourself." Matthew dragged Dolores upstairs.

Dolores looked at him uncertainly and asked, "Are you really going to leave him alone?"

Matthew did not speak and pulled her upstairs in silence. It was not that he did not want to care about Armand, but how could he care about matters relating to love?

It was up to Armand to talk to Theresa. He did not want Dolores to get involved in their relationship.

If they were reconciled, it was okay. If they broke up, then who was to blame?

Dolores?

In fact, Dolores could see that Armand was very sad.

But she had to make him suffer a little, so that he would know to cherish Theresa in the future.

"I'll give Theresa a call." Dolores looked to Matthew who was closing the door and explained, "I'm not meddling in their relationship, but I want to know what's going on with Theresa now."

She was sure that Theresa also did not feel well when they broke up.

Since she was able to agree to get married back then, she must have had feelings for Armand as well.

She took out her cell phone and dialed Theresa's number.

Theresa had moved out of the place where she lived with Allison, and no one knew about this new place she was living in. It was not a big house, but it was just big enough for her to live alone.

a sentence in it that she had read countless times. “What is happiness? Happiness is a ray of sunshine in the winter that warms you up. Happiness is a cup of iced tea in the middle of summer that makes you comfortable. When you are easily

thought. If a person wanted too much, they would not know what they wanted

was complaining and regretting in her heart. She blamed Armand for not doing what he said he

she thought about it, as long as she let go, it was no big

was just a passer-by in her life, who added a ray of joy and sorrow to her memory and would

was happy now, too, if she wanted to be. She was feeling the slightest bit of

Buzz-

right away. The store was scheduled to open on the eighth

for a moment before picking it up,

the treetops and eaves. She mulled it over in her mind before speaking, and instead of speaking directly about her and Armand, she said, "Are

Armand ask you to contact

contact you, otherwise he wouldn't leave. But don't worry, that's not why I'm calling you. There is room for him here. I wanted to ask

bowed her head, "I'm

was fine as she let

figured out that letting go was

contact me." She had

so... She was not forgiving him, but letting go of the matter and no longer holding on to it. Even if she face

trying to persuade you. I'm just

"He makes me

still had some feelings

I'll tell

things at work and had a great time. After hanging up, Dolores went downstairs and tried to tell Armand that now Theresa would take his call, but found that he was

Dolores sighed and didn't call him, thinking

in the bed. Dolores looked at him,

face on one

for Armand, the house was heated, so he wouldn’t

back and

his eyes twinkled, "I'm not a monster that eats people. Why are you so

her lips, "I don't think

Matthew was speechless.

about him

here. I have something for

Dolores didn't believe him and backed