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,

a sidelong glance

as well; he had been plagued by remorse since

and the sound of the drink falling into the glass

the glass filled with liquor. She didn't reach for it instead, "Theresa is doing well now, don't worry," she

murmured, "I'm happy

much; given what

is in your honour." Armand extended his glass to

glass and knocked on his. The sound of glasses colliding shattered the silence in

bottomed up the

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

brow furrowed as she felt a stinging feeling

until now that Armand understood Dolores wasn't in a

Dolores?" he said,

a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched Jessica being imprisoned, getting thinner

for far too long. Her focus was solely

from her psychical

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

would have recognized her

was a terrible

it because of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores fought with

a glance at him, "Not everyone's

displeased, why would he irritate

that he'd lost both

you spare me?" Armand nearly

the thing that bothered him

drink this up," Boyce replied after pouring

glass in less

of one," Armand said as he swiftly

was at a loss for words, but could he turn down the

cut connections as friends if you

me, bring it on," Boyce said as he proceeded to remove his

drink along," Armand said as he

nonsense and drink up!"