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.

himself to the toilet and should not have arrived at the door, but

a sidelong glance but remaining

remorse since Theresa's departure.

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

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

his head and murmured, "I'm

given what had

is in your honour." Armand extended his glass to

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

bottomed up the

glass, so she endured

furrowed as she felt a stinging feeling down her

until now that Armand understood Dolores

he said,

in a bad mood. She was depressed as she watched Jessica

for far too long. Her

from her psychical illness, and had let go of the

illness had healed, but the

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

was a terrible

it because of Matthew?" Armand thought Dolores fought with

at him, "Not everyone's relationship is as

displeased, why would he irritate

lost

me?" Armand nearly pleaded with

was the thing that

up," Boyce replied

the glass in less than a

three glasses instead of one," Armand said

was at a loss for words, but could

friends if you reject,"

me, bring it on," Boyce said as he

drink along," Armand said as he filled

up!" Boyce