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.

to the toilet and should not have arrived at the door, but Dolores was despondent and didn't comprehend what

Armand a sidelong glance

plagued by remorse since Theresa's departure. She lost her kid as a result of his

the sound of the drink falling into the

with liquor. She didn't reach for it instead, "Theresa is doing well now, don't

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

what had

honour."

sound of glasses colliding shattered

up the

half of the glass, so she

as she felt a stinging feeling down

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

sad, Dolores?" he

arm and gazed into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a

too long. Her focus was solely on the kids and job, not on

her psychical illness, and had let go of

illness had healed, but the pain Randolph had

time worrying about her well-being, she would have recognized her

a terrible

Armand thought Dolores fought

him, "Not everyone's relationship is as messed up

why

lost

spare me?" Armand

thing that bothered him

Boyce replied after pouring

in

Armand

was at a loss for words, but could he

friends if

nothing to me, bring it on," Boyce said as he proceeded to remove

drink along," Armand said as he filled

the nonsense and drink up!" Boyce drank from