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.

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

sidelong glance

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

sound of the drink falling into the glass sounded

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

and murmured, "I'm

say much; given what had

is in your honour." Armand

his. The sound of glasses colliding shattered the silence

bottomed up

half of the glass, so she

she felt a stinging

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

Dolores?" he said, looking

was in a bad mood.

long. Her

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

she was mistaken. Her physical illness had healed, but

she would have recognized her unhappiness and guided her away from

a

Armand thought Dolores

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

why

that he'd lost both his

me?" Armand nearly pleaded with

was the thing that bothered him

drink this up," Boyce

the glass in

three glasses instead of one," Armand said as he swiftly refilled his

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

connections as friends if you

bring it on," Boyce

I'll drink along," Armand

drink up!" Boyce drank from