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.

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

a sidelong glance

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

poured alcohol into Dolores' glass, and the sound of the drink falling into the glass

the glass filled with liquor. She didn't reach for

"I'm happy to

what had

honour." Armand extended his

his. The sound of glasses colliding shattered

bottomed up the

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

as she felt a stinging feeling down

now that Armand understood Dolores

you sad, Dolores?" he said, looking

her chin on her arm and gazed into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched Jessica being imprisoned, getting thinner by

Jessica for far too long. Her focus was solely

young, had recovered from her psychical illness,

Her physical illness had healed, but the pain Randolph had given her

spent more time worrying about her well-being, she would have recognized her unhappiness and guided

was a terrible

of Matthew?" Armand

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

displeased, why would

he'd lost

me?" Armand nearly pleaded

thing that bothered

I'll drink this up," Boyce

glass in

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

loss for words,

will cut connections as friends if

bring it on," Boyce said as he

buddy, I'll drink along," Armand said as

nonsense and drink up!"