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.

arrived at the door, but Dolores was despondent

sidelong glance

had been plagued by remorse since Theresa's departure. She lost her kid as a result of his

Dolores' glass, and the sound of the

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

murmured, "I'm happy to

didn't say much; given what had occurred, he should

honour." Armand extended his glass

The sound of glasses colliding shattered the silence in

bottomed up the

of the glass, so she endured the burning feeling

furrowed as she felt a stinging feeling down her

now that Armand understood Dolores wasn't

he said, looking at

rested her chin on her arm and gazed into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched Jessica being

had been neglecting Jessica for far too long. Her focus was solely on the

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

physical illness had healed, but the pain Randolph

well-being, she would have recognized

was a

Armand thought Dolores fought

a glance at him, "Not everyone's

displeased, why would he irritate

enough that he'd lost both his lover and

Armand nearly

thing that bothered him the

up," Boyce replied after pouring

emptied the glass in

three glasses instead of one," Armand said as

for words, but could he turn down the

connections as friends

nothing to me, bring it on," Boyce said as

I'll drink along," Armand said as he

and drink up!"