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.

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

gave Armand a sidelong glance

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

Dolores' glass, and the sound of the drink falling

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

"I'm happy to hear that,"

given what had occurred, he should

in your honour." Armand extended his

the glass and knocked on his. The sound of

up the

drink only half of the glass, so she endured the burning feeling in her throat and finished it

furrowed as she felt a

understood Dolores wasn't

sad, Dolores?" he said,

she was in a bad mood. She

far too long. Her

was still young, had recovered from her psychical illness, and

healed, but the pain Randolph had given her had

have recognized her unhappiness and guided her away from

was a terrible

of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores fought with

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

displeased, why would he

it sad enough that he'd lost

Armand nearly pleaded with

thing that bothered him

this up," Boyce replied after

glass in

one," Armand said as he swiftly refilled his

a loss for words, but

connections as friends if

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

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

and drink up!" Boyce drank