"I know I’m wrong, Dolores. Just help me." Armand tugged on Dolores' sleeve and pouted, "For the sake of me being so pathetic, just help me contact Theresa, okay?"

Matthew's brow furrowed deeply. Then he squeezed his shirt and yanked him away, "Just talk. Don't touch her."

Armand didn't know what to say.

"Dolores, if you don't help me, I really can't live." Armand glared at Matthew and nestled into the couch, "If I don't see Theresa, I won't leave."

Armand acted shamelessly.

Anyway, it was nice here, and there was food and drink. It was a big place, and there was no shortage of rooms for him to sleep in.

"Suit yourself." Matthew dragged Dolores upstairs.

Dolores looked at him uncertainly and asked, "Are you really going to leave him alone?"

Matthew did not speak and pulled her upstairs in silence. It was not that he did not want to care about Armand, but how could he care about matters relating to love?

It was up to Armand to talk to Theresa. He did not want Dolores to get involved in their relationship.

If they were reconciled, it was okay. If they broke up, then who was to blame?

Dolores?

In fact, Dolores could see that Armand was very sad.

But she had to make him suffer a little, so that he would know to cherish Theresa in the future.

"I'll give Theresa a call." Dolores looked to Matthew who was closing the door and explained, "I'm not meddling in their relationship, but I want to know what's going on with Theresa now."

She was sure that Theresa also did not feel well when they broke up.

Since she was able to agree to get married back then, she must have had feelings for Armand as well.

She took out her cell phone and dialed Theresa's number.

Theresa had moved out of the place where she lived with Allison, and no one knew about this new place she was living in. It was not a big house, but it was just big enough for her to live alone.

sat in front of the window reading a book called What Happiness Is. There was a sentence in it that she had read countless times. “What is happiness? Happiness is a ray of

a person wanted too much, they would not know what they wanted and they would lose their

not doing what he said he would do and regretted why she

as long as she let go, it

joy and sorrow to

if she wanted to be. She was feeling the slightest

Buzz-

away. The store was scheduled to

moment before picking

to the window. The snow was already melting, and snow water was dripping down from the treetops and eaves. She mulled it over in her mind before speaking, and instead of speaking directly

her lips, "Did Armand ask

from her, "He was drunk and came to my house and asked me to contact you, otherwise he wouldn't leave. But don't

bowed her head,

as she let

out that letting go was

tell him to just contact me." She had blacklisted Armand from her address

to do so... She was not forgiving him, but letting go of the matter and no longer holding on to it. Even if

trying to persuade you. I'm just stating the

also laughed, "He makes me

still had some feelings for

I'll tell

talked some more about things at work and had a great time. After hanging up, Dolores went downstairs and tried to tell Armand that now Theresa would take his

blanket and put it over him. Dolores sighed and

on his back in the bed. Dolores looked at him, "Armand is asleep. Do

face on one hand, and crooked his finger

the house was heated, so he wouldn’t

back and looked at

his eyes twinkled, "I'm not a monster that eats people. Why are you so afraid

"I don't

Matthew was speechless.

him was

have something

believe him and backed up even

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