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.

toilet and should not have arrived at the door, but Dolores was despondent and

a sidelong

since Theresa's departure.

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

didn't reach for it instead, "Theresa

"I'm happy to hear that,"

given what had occurred,

honour." Armand extended his glass

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

up the

only half of the glass, so she endured the

brow furrowed as she felt

Armand understood Dolores wasn't in a good

he said, looking

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

far too long. Her focus was solely

recovered from her psychical illness, and had let

was mistaken. Her physical illness had healed, but the pain Randolph had given her

about her well-being, she would have recognized her unhappiness

a

of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores

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

displeased, why

that he'd lost both his

spare me?" Armand nearly pleaded

thing that bothered

drink this up," Boyce replied after pouring himself a

emptied the glass in less than a

of one," Armand said as he swiftly refilled

a loss for words, but

as friends

on,"

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

drink up!" Boyce