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.

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

sidelong glance but remaining

by remorse since Theresa's departure. She lost her

alcohol into Dolores' glass, and the sound of the drink falling into the glass sounded like someone

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

lowered his head and murmured, "I'm

much; given what had

is in your honour." Armand extended

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

bottomed up the

of the glass, so she endured the burning feeling in

brow furrowed as she felt a stinging feeling

until now that Armand understood Dolores wasn't

Dolores?" he

on her arm and gazed into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed as

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

her psychical illness,

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

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

a

because of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores fought with

a glance at him, "Not everyone's relationship

why would he irritate

it sad enough that he'd lost both his lover

you spare me?" Armand nearly pleaded

was the thing that

drink this up," Boyce replied after pouring himself a

the glass in less

Armand said as he swiftly refilled

words, but could he

friends

are nothing to me, bring it on," Boyce

your buddy, I'll drink along," Armand said as he filled his

the nonsense and drink up!"