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.

excused himself to the toilet and should not have arrived at the door,

sidelong glance but

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

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

at the glass filled with liquor. She didn't reach for it

head and murmured, "I'm happy to

much; given what

is in your honour."

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

up the

to drink only half of the glass, so she endured the burning feeling in

furrowed as she felt a stinging feeling

now 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

long. Her focus was solely on the kids

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

she was mistaken. Her physical illness had healed, but the

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

was a terrible

Armand

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

was displeased, why would he irritate

lost

you spare me?" Armand nearly pleaded with

thing that

drink this up," Boyce replied after pouring himself

emptied the glass in

of one," Armand said as he swiftly refilled

words, but could

will cut connections as friends if

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

drink along," Armand said as he

the nonsense and drink up!" Boyce drank from his