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.”

he walked out.

of the bar, Armand

“I’m going

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

he actually told him that he was going home

wrong or did

ears and asked, “What did

in on a taxi he hailed on the roadside and went

Armand was speechless.

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

extremely angry. However, after giving it a thought, he felt that something seemed to be wrong with Boyce. He rarely took the initiative to find him to have a drink together. He was also very busy. He worked seriously and very hard out of his strong sense of

he need to go

acting strangely because something

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

Abbott Baron took a few important documents. These were supposed to be signed yesterday, but Matthew didn’t come

said, “These can’t be delayed

eyes and looked at him, “Are you

became nervous. He shook his head hard, “I

he didn’t want

really wanted to push him around, so that he could experience how tiring it was to work all day and

just when Matthew opened the document. He glanced at the displayed caller ID, but he didn’t answer it.

the other side, Armand’s expression changed as he looked

One by one…

on him because

all around him. He also had a good relationship with his wife. So, he evilly

dialed his

to answer my phone call, I would keep on calling until your

phone on the table rang again, and Matthew raised his eyes. The number displayed was still

speaker mode, so that

“What’s

quickly. He was

two seconds and said, “Why did you hang up on my phone call a

head and scratched it. He wondered what

it on the other