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

sidelong glance but remaining

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

of the drink falling into the glass sounded like

with liquor. She didn't reach for

murmured, "I'm happy to

say much; given what had occurred, he

honour." Armand extended his

the glass and knocked on his. The sound of glasses

up the

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

she felt a

Armand understood Dolores wasn't in a good

sad, Dolores?" he said, looking

gazed into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched Jessica being imprisoned, getting thinner

been neglecting Jessica for far too long. Her focus was solely on the kids and job, not on

young, had recovered from her psychical illness, and had let go of the

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

worrying about her well-being, she would have

a

it because of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores fought with

him, "Not everyone's relationship is as

was displeased, why would he irritate

he'd lost both his

me?" Armand nearly pleaded

the thing that bothered him

Boyce replied after

the glass in

glasses instead of one," Armand said as

was at a loss for words, but could he

friends if you

me, bring it on," Boyce said as he

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

up!" Boyce drank from his