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.

the toilet and should not have arrived at the door, but Dolores was despondent

a sidelong glance

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

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 well now, don't

and murmured, "I'm happy to hear that," in hoarse

much; given what

drink is in your honour." Armand extended

sound of glasses colliding shattered the

bottomed up

glass, so she endured the burning feeling in her throat and

felt a stinging feeling down her

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

he said,

the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched Jessica

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

young, had recovered from her

mistaken. Her physical illness had healed, but the pain Randolph

she would have recognized her unhappiness and

was a

Armand thought

"Not everyone's relationship is as messed

displeased, why

lost both his lover and

Armand nearly pleaded

thing that bothered him

Boyce replied after pouring

glass in

glasses instead of one," Armand said as

for words,

friends if you reject,"

nothing to me, bring it on," Boyce said as he proceeded to remove his

drink along," Armand said as he

the nonsense and drink up!" Boyce