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.

to the toilet and should not have arrived

a sidelong glance

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

and the sound of the drink

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

head and murmured, "I'm happy to hear

what had occurred, he should have

drink is in your honour." Armand extended his glass

sound of glasses

up the

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

she felt a stinging feeling down her

that Armand understood Dolores wasn't

Dolores?" he said, looking at

a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched Jessica being imprisoned,

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

recovered from her psychical illness,

physical illness had healed, but the

had spent more time worrying about her well-being, she would have recognized

was a

Armand thought Dolores fought with

glance at him, "Not everyone's

why would he

it sad enough that he'd lost both his

Armand

the thing that bothered

up," Boyce replied

the glass in less than

instead of one," Armand said as he swiftly refilled his

at a loss for words, but could he turn

friends if you

it on," Boyce said as he proceeded to remove

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

drink up!" Boyce