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.

window reading a book 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. Happiness is a cup of iced tea in the middle of summer that

a person wanted too much, they would not know

like now, she was complaining and regretting in her heart. She blamed Armand for not doing what he said he would do and regretted why she agreed to marry him and made such

long as she let go, it was no

added a ray of joy and

was happy now, too, if she wanted to be. She was

Buzz-

her feet rang. 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 month, and it was not yet time. It

thought for a moment before

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

her lips, "Did Armand

"He 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

bowed her

fine as she let

figured out that letting go was not hiding, but

tell him to just contact

She was not forgiving him, but letting go of the matter and

really sad. I'm not trying to persuade you. I'm just stating the facts as I

laughed, "He makes me

still had some

tell him,"

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

blanket and put it over him. Dolores sighed and didn't call

in the bed. Dolores looked at him, "Armand is asleep. Do you want to

turned on his side, propped his face on one hand,

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

step back and looked at him warily, "What are you

monster that eats people. Why are you

lips, "I don't

Matthew was speechless.

him was not

have something for

didn't believe him and backed