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.

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

gave Armand a sidelong glance but

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

glass, and the sound of the drink falling into the glass sounded

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

head and murmured, "I'm happy to

didn't say much; given what had occurred,

is in your honour." Armand extended his glass to

The sound of glasses colliding shattered

bottomed up the

half of the glass, so she endured the burning feeling

as she felt a stinging feeling down

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

sad, Dolores?" he said, looking at

a bad mood. She

long. Her focus

young, had recovered from her psychical illness, and

illness had healed, but

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

was a

it because of Matthew?" Armand thought

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

was displeased, why

lost both his lover and his

spare me?" Armand nearly

the thing that bothered him the

drink this up," Boyce replied

the glass in less than a

three glasses instead of one," Armand said as

loss for words, but could he turn down

cut connections as friends

me, bring it on," Boyce said as he proceeded

along," Armand

nonsense and drink up!" Boyce drank from