Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

"Guess," Boyce taunted.

Armand grinned as he gazed at him for a few moments "Have you got a girlfriend? You brought her today?"

Boyce's eyes narrowed. He was okay if it had been someone else in the room, but it was Dolores, and one should never make fun of her.

"I won't joke about it anymore, what's there to be unhappy about?" Armand blinked a few times.

"It's Dolores," Boyce said, casting a look at him.

Armand had tensed as well. Hearing Dolores name or seeing her reminded him of Theresa.

"Well, I'll go then," he replied, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Since Theresa's departure, he's been preoccupied with work and caring for Elizabeth. He had last seen Dolores at the airport.

Dolores was close to Theresa, so seeing her reminded him of her. "Thought you'd gotten over it?" Boyce said, looking at him.

Why did he appear to be holding grudges against Dolores?

"No, I'm only..."

"It's all right; we did our best for you." Let's walk in and say hello to her."

Boyce entered the room, wrapping his arms around Armand.

With Armand's interruption, he had forgotten about contacting Matthew.

Dolores was the only one in the room. She sat on the couch, barefoot, sipping a glass of alcohol.

The men exchanged glances but did not look at her; they sat on one side of the table.

"Hi Dolores," Armand initiated the greeting.

Dolores looked up and realized they've entered the room. "Boyce invited you?"

“No, we met at the door,” Armand said as he took a seat on one of the sofa's corners."

Dolores gave a nod. She had no idea why they had met at the entrance.

himself to the toilet and should not have arrived at the

a sidelong glance

he had been plagued by remorse since Theresa's departure. She lost her kid as a

into Dolores' glass, and the sound of the drink falling into the glass sounded like

didn't reach for it

lowered his head and murmured, "I'm happy to hear that," in hoarse

much; given what had occurred,

your honour." Armand extended his

glass and knocked on his. The sound of

bottomed up the

so she endured the burning

brow furrowed as she felt a stinging feeling down

until now that Armand understood Dolores wasn't in a good

you sad, Dolores?" he said,

on her arm and gazed into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed as she

daughter, she had been neglecting Jessica for far too long. Her focus was solely on the kids

was still young, had recovered from her psychical illness, and had let go of the

had healed, but the pain Randolph had given her had

spent more time worrying about her well-being, she would have recognized her unhappiness and guided her away from

a terrible

Armand

threw a glance at him, "Not everyone's relationship is

was displeased, why would

sad enough that he'd lost both his lover and

me?" Armand nearly

was the thing that bothered him

drink this up," Boyce

in less than

instead of one," Armand said as he swiftly refilled

was at a loss for words, but could he turn down

connections as friends

are nothing to me, bring it on," Boyce said

buddy, I'll drink along," Armand said as he

up!" Boyce drank from his