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.

had just excused himself to the toilet and should not have arrived at the door, but Dolores was

gave Armand a sidelong glance

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

the sound of the drink falling into the glass

She didn't reach for it instead, "Theresa is

and murmured, "I'm happy

given what had occurred,

drink is in your honour." Armand extended

The sound of glasses colliding shattered the silence in the

bottomed up the

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

furrowed as she felt a

that Armand understood Dolores wasn't in

he said,

in a bad mood. She was

too long. Her focus was solely on the kids

from her

had healed, but the pain Randolph had given

had spent more time worrying about her well-being, she would have recognized

was a

it because of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores

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

was displeased, why would

he'd lost both his lover and his

me?" Armand

was the thing that bothered him the

Boyce replied

emptied the glass in

glasses instead of one," Armand

for words,

friends

bring it on," Boyce said as he proceeded to

drink along," Armand said as he filled

the nonsense and drink up!" Boyce drank from