Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Boyce slowly turned his head around, and his tone was a little cold.

“Armand Bernie, I’m not in a good mood, so don’t joke with me.”

Armand looked at his face carefully. He didn’t seem like he was joking, so he also became serious, “Tell me what happened to you.”

Boyce drank another gulp of alcohol. He didn’t want other people to worry about his own matter, “It’s nothing. I’m just suddenly in a bad mood.”

He put down his wine glass and said, “I’m feeling better now.”

However, Armand didn’t think so, “We’re friends, so don’t try to hide anything from me.”

“Who’s friending with you? You only care about women,” Boyce pretended to be relaxed and teased him.

“Hey, what the…If I only care about women, would I excitedly run over with just one call from you? Do you think I’m not busy?” Armand poured him a drink, “Didn’t you want to drink? None of us can go home if we’re not drunk today!”

Boyce didn’t want to drink, so Armand took the wine glass and chugged it into his mouth, “Alcohol is the essence among foods. The more you drink, the younger you will be.”

“Be young by yourself,” Boyce pushed his hand away and stood up, “I’m leaving now.”

Armand followed him and put his arm around his shoulders, “You’re really boring. You asked me to come and have a drink, but you already want to leave when we haven’t even started drinking yet. I’m never going to trust you again. You always lie to me.”

Boyce got goosebumps all over his body. He shuddered in chills, “What the hell, be serious.”

“How am I not serious? I’m not even asking you to have sex with me. I’m straight as a stick.”

Boyce was speechless.

He really regretted calling Armand over. He must have gone crazy to give him a phone call and asked him over to accompany him. He must have gone mad.

He had definitely gone mad.

How could he forget what the hell kind of a guy Armand was?

At this moment, the waiter walked over and gave them the receipt for the alcohol. Armand pointed at Boyce, “Give it to him.”

“The total is seventy six dollars,” The waiter handed the receipt for the alcohol over.

Boyce handed over four pieces of red bills he took out from his leather wallet and said, “Keep the change.”

out. Armand

got out of the bar, Armand asked, “Where

“I’m going home

widened. He couldn’t believe that Boyce said that. He was the second busiest man next to Matthew Nelson. He struggled

actually told him that

hear him wrong or did

“What did you say a while

on a taxi he hailed

Armand was speechless.

the roadside in a mess. What did that mean? He called

with Boyce. He rarely took the initiative to find him to have a drink together. He was also very

to

he acting strangely because something

drank two glasses of imported wine, so he didn’t drive his car. Instead, he sat down on

be signed

can’t

at him,

nervous. He shook his

want to. He

push him around, so that he could experience how tiring

time, the phone on the table rang just when Matthew opened the document. He glanced at the displayed caller ID, but he didn’t

expression changed as he looked at his

One by one…

he hang up on him because he was making out with Dolores

He also had a good relationship with his wife. So, he evilly thought, ‘Since you didn’t want to be disturbed, I’ll insist

his

phone call,

the table rang again, and Matthew raised his eyes. The

mode, so that he could free his hands and read the documents

asked, “What’s the

answer it so quickly. He was already prepared to

to react right away. He took a breath for two seconds and said, “Why did you hang up on my phone call a while ago? Did I call

head and scratched it. He wondered what was

didn’t lift his head up. He closed the signed document and put it on the other side. Then, he said,