Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

"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 Mrs Leslie. 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.

arrived at the door, but Dolores was despondent and

sidelong glance but remaining

well; he had been plagued by remorse since Theresa's departure. She lost her kid as a result of his

the sound of the drink falling into the glass sounded like

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

murmured, "I'm happy to hear that," in hoarse

didn't say much; given what had occurred, he should

drink is in your honour." Armand extended his glass to

The sound of glasses colliding

bottomed up

glass, so she endured the burning feeling in her throat

furrowed as she felt a stinging feeling down her

understood Dolores wasn't in

Dolores?" he said, looking at

gazed into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed

for far too long. Her focus was solely on the

recovered from her psychical illness,

healed, but the pain Randolph had

about her well-being, she would have recognized her unhappiness and guided her away from such an

a

it because of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores

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

why would

enough that he'd lost both his lover

spare me?" Armand nearly

that bothered

I'll drink this up," Boyce replied

the glass in

one," Armand said

for words, but could

friends if you reject," Armand

nothing to me, bring it on," Boyce said as he proceeded to remove his

buddy, I'll drink along," Armand

nonsense and drink up!" Boyce drank from his