Armand squatted by the wall and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He shook a piece out, put it into his mouth, and clumsily lit it up.

This was also the first time Theresa saw him smoking.

She knew very well that Armand never smokes.

However, he was hiding and smoking in an isolated place at this moment. She could see how frustrated he was feeling inside.

To think about it, she was infertile herself, and his only family was urging him to get married and have children. How could he not be suffering deep inside?

Theresa really didn’t want to see him struggling so much.

She turned around quietly. She didn’t go upstairs to see Elizabeth anymore because she had underestimated Elizabeth’s desire for a great-grandson.

She didn’t think about it too much when she came over. She just wanted to see Armand and visit Elizabeth. It was this unplanned action that let her clearly see the problem between herself and Armand.

How long could they be together if they didn’t have any children?

Armand may not want one, but it would be impossible for his grandmother to not want one.

She sat by the flower garden on the roadside and gave Armand a phone call as she took her phone out. The call was picked up when it connected after it rang for a short while.

Theresa could imagine what he was doing when he answered the phone late.

He was probably adjusting his mood or putting out the cigarette in his hand.

“Theresa.”

Soon enough, Armand’s relaxed voice echoed over.

If she didn’t see him hiding and smoking to alleviate his emotions, she would definitely think that he was in a good mood right now as she listened to his voice through the phone.

However, she knew that Armand was just faking his good mood right now.

He was hiding his inner feelings in front of her.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to call you,” Theresa lowered her head and looked at her toes, “Armand.”

“Hmm?”

wanted to say,

tormenting

couldn’t say it

that Armand still had feelings

also felt

talking? Did you miss

drifting thoughts back.

bought into the trash can on the roadside, “I still have to work. I’ll hang up

“Don’t hang up.”

hurriedly interrupted her. He was afraid that

asked, “Did

to hang up without

taxi, got in, and said, “Armand, can

echoed through. Before Theresa could respond, he spoke again, “I am immature, but I

Her heart seemed to have been pricked by

“Miss, where are

“Where are you, Theresa?”

a car

to work a while

going out to meet a client, Armand. I still have something to do.

with your work. I miss you, Theresa, even if you don’t miss me. Take good care of yourself. I’ll see you after Mrs. Bernie leaves the

mumbled, “I’ll hang

that, she immediately hung

by something. It was so suffocating that she couldn’t

if it was heartache or it was aching where else. She just couldn’t control the tightening of her throat and the

mouth and nose with her palm

to go either, so he asked again in a whisper, “Miss, where are you

senses and realized that she was sitting inside a car right now. She hurriedly sniffed

to

driver started the car and asked, “Are you

asked, “Where in me did

course you won’t be heartbroken. There are definitely a lot

surgery is popular right now? This entire face had

a desire to be pretty. That’s

Theresa didn’t respond anymore.

gates of the villa, and Theresa got out

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