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.

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

a sidelong glance

remorse since Theresa's departure. She lost her kid

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

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

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

what had

drink is in your honour." Armand extended his

on his. The sound of glasses colliding shattered the

bottomed up

want to drink only half of the glass, so she endured the

as she felt a stinging

that Armand understood Dolores wasn't in

sad, Dolores?" he said, looking at

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

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

young, had recovered from her psychical illness, and had

illness had healed, but the pain

worrying about her well-being, she would have

a terrible

Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores

"Not everyone's relationship is as messed up

was displeased, why would

it sad enough that he'd lost

you spare me?" Armand nearly pleaded

that bothered him the

drink this up," Boyce replied after pouring himself

the glass in less than a

glasses instead of one," Armand said as he

a loss for words, but could

cut connections as friends if you reject," Armand

it on," Boyce

Armand said as he

and drink up!" Boyce drank