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.

and should not have arrived at the

Armand a sidelong

was unhappy as well; he had been plagued by remorse since Theresa's departure. She lost her kid as a result

poured alcohol into Dolores' glass, and the sound of the drink falling

reach for it instead, "Theresa

lowered his head and murmured, "I'm happy to

much; given what

your honour." Armand extended his glass

the glass and knocked on his. The sound of glasses colliding shattered the

bottomed up

she endured the

brow furrowed as she felt a

until now that Armand understood Dolores wasn't in a

Dolores?" he said,

gazed into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched

too long. Her focus was solely on the

was still young, had recovered from her psychical illness, and

illness had healed,

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

was a terrible

Armand thought Dolores fought

him, "Not everyone's relationship is

why would he

enough that he'd lost both

Armand nearly pleaded with

the thing that bothered him the

up," Boyce replied after pouring

glass in

three glasses instead of one," Armand said as

for words,

will cut connections as friends if you reject," Armand

it on," Boyce said as he

I'll drink along," Armand said as

and drink up!" Boyce drank from his