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.

called What Happiness Is. There was 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.

much, they would not know what they wanted and they

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

as long as she let go, it was no

added a ray of joy and sorrow to her

if she wanted to be. She was feeling the slightest bit of warmth under the

Buzz-

She looked down and saw the caller ID on it, and didn't answer it right away. The store was scheduled to open on the eighth day of the

a moment before picking

window. The snow was already melting, and snow water was dripping down from 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

was drunk and came to my house and asked me to 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

her head, "I'm

was fine as she

out that letting go was

being unreasonable again, tell him to just contact

forgiving him, but letting go of the matter and no longer holding on to it. Even if she face

trying to persuade

"He makes

still had

I'll tell him," Dolores

at work and had a great time. After hanging up, Dolores went

Dolores sighed and didn't call him, thinking she'd wait

Matthew lying on his back in the bed. Dolores

face on one hand, and crooked his finger at her,

was heated, so he wouldn’t freeze even

almost instinctively took a step back and looked at him warily,

smiled as his eyes twinkled, "I'm not a monster that eats people. Why

curled her lips, "I

Matthew was speechless.

about him was not

here. I have something for

didn't believe him and backed