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.

have arrived at the door, but Dolores was despondent and

sidelong

as well; he had been plagued by remorse since Theresa's departure. She

Dolores' glass, and the sound of the drink falling into the glass sounded like someone

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

"I'm

say much; given what had occurred, he

is in your honour." Armand extended his glass to

knocked on his. The sound of glasses colliding

up the

didn't want to drink only half of the glass, so she endured the burning feeling in her throat

she felt a

now that Armand understood Dolores

he said, looking at

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 imprisoned,

daughter, she had been neglecting Jessica for far too long. Her focus was solely

she thought, was still young, had recovered from her psychical

Her physical illness had healed, but the pain Randolph had

about her well-being, she would have recognized

a

because of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores fought with

"Not everyone's relationship

was displeased, why would he irritate

that he'd lost both his lover

spare me?" Armand nearly pleaded with

the thing that

I'll drink this up," Boyce

in less

of one," Armand said as he swiftly refilled his

words, but

as friends if you

to me, bring it on," Boyce said as

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

the nonsense and drink up!"