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

gave Armand a sidelong glance but remaining

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

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

reach for it instead, "Theresa is doing well now,

his head and murmured, "I'm happy to

say much; given what had

is in your honour." Armand extended his glass

glass and knocked on his. The sound of glasses colliding shattered

bottomed up

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

she felt a stinging feeling

now that Armand understood Dolores

you sad, Dolores?" he said,

Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed as

too long. Her focus was solely on the kids

still young, had recovered from her psychical illness, and had let go of the

illness had healed,

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

a terrible

it because of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores

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

was displeased, why would he

it sad enough that he'd lost both

spare me?" Armand

thing that bothered him

Boyce replied after pouring himself a

emptied the glass in less

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

for words, but could he turn down

as friends if you

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

drink along," Armand said as he

nonsense and drink up!" Boyce drank