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.

should not have arrived at the door, but Dolores was despondent and didn't comprehend

Armand a sidelong

since Theresa's departure. She lost her kid as a

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

didn't reach for it instead, "Theresa is doing well now, don't worry,"

"I'm happy to hear that,"

much; given what had occurred, he should

honour." Armand extended his glass

on his. The sound of glasses colliding shattered the silence in the

up

half of the glass, so she endured the burning feeling in her throat

brow furrowed as she felt a stinging feeling down her

wasn't until now that Armand understood Dolores wasn't

he said, looking at

in a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched Jessica being imprisoned, getting thinner by the

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

young, had recovered from her psychical illness, and had let

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

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

was a

because of Matthew?" Armand

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

displeased, why would he irritate

sad enough that he'd lost both his lover and his

spare me?" Armand nearly pleaded

thing that bothered him the

drink this up," Boyce replied after pouring himself

in

three glasses instead of one," Armand said

was at a loss for words, but

connections as friends if you reject," Armand

are nothing to me, bring it on,"

drink along," Armand said as he filled his

the nonsense and drink up!" Boyce drank