Chapter 265: Chapter 265



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Armand had second thoughts. Instead of being pressured by Madame Leslie every day, he should find a woman to marry.

For one thing, he no longer had to listen to Mistress Leslie nagging him, and for another, he was of age to start a family. Besides, he did not hate Theresa and was quite fond of her.

It seemed feasible for him to marry her as a wife.

“Armand, what do you mean, you were the one who said we had a fake relationship in the first place and announced our breakup after the awkward period, why didn’t you say so now?”

Armand grabbed her hand and as Theresa shook it, “Don’t you dare do that! Go in right now and tell them we’re done. If that doesn’t work, tell the truth.”

“I won’t.” Armand acted like a rascal. He was determined to find a way to get Theresa to marry him, “You slept with me and you have to be responsible for me.”

Theresa was speechless.

“Armand, are you still a man?” Theresa’s body trembled with rage.

How dare he say that, he was so shameless!

Armand leaned against the wall, “Don’t you know clearly whether I’m a man or not?” Theresa was speechless again.

“Well, since you won’t say it, I’ll say it.” She wasn’t going to let Armand get away with it.

However, she had only taken two steps when he suddenly grabbed her wrist. Before she had time to react, Armand pulled her arm hard. Then Theresa fell backwards into a warm embrace.

“Armand!”

Theresa was outraged. She raised her hand and prepared to slap him across the face, but Armand grabbed her hand. He held her hand behind her back, grabbed her head with his other hand and kissed her hard.

“Umm…”

Theresa’s eyes widened as if her eyeballs were about to pop out. He, he really…

Armand bit her lips and said softly, “If you don’t promise to marry me, I won’t let go.”

Theresa was so angry she wanted to cry. He was a bully.

Without realizing it, tears welled up in her eyes. She said in a hoarse voice, “Well…. Armand, you’re too much of a bully.”

Armand let go of her a little, but not completely. He nibbled on her ear, “Can you buy food without paying for it? You slept with me, so you have to be responsible for me, do you think so?”

Theresa was so angry she cried. Her tears rolled in strands.

Armand panicked, rushed to let go of her hand and wipe away her tears. “I liked to change girlfriends, but really, I only slept with a few women…”

Theresa cried harder. It was her first time, and of course, she wanted the guy she was having sex with to be a first time, too.

As if that was the only way to be fair.

But Armand had slept with a lot of women.

Armand realized he had said the wrong thing and slapped his hand over his mouth, “Don’t worry, I won’t be looking for another woman in the future. I only want you, okay?”. Theresa just ignored him and cried.

Armand was sweating with anxiety, “I made a mistake. I’ve made a mistake. I beg you. Stop crying.”

Theresa glared at him and wiped her tears, “I’ll stop crying as soon as you go talk to everyone.”

Armand was speechless.

“Then you can cry.”

“Armand!” Theresa punched and kicked Armand.

Armand stood still and let her hit him.

He understood that Theresa was a girl. Not only had she slept with him, but now she was being forced to marry him. It was normal for her to have resentment and anger in her heart.

As long as she could stop being angry, he would let her win.

At that moment, a man came down the stairs and headed this way. Armand grabbed Theresa’s fist and pulled her into his arms. Theresa glared at him, How dare he do that again? She was about to open her mouth to scold him when she heard him say with a smirk, “Everyone’s in the room. We’re all waiting for you.”

Matthew looked at him and nodded indifferently.

Seeing that it was Matthew, Theresa swallowed the words coming out of her mouth.

Armand put his arms around her and coaxed, “Theresa, we had sex, and we’re supposed to get married, don’t you think?”

“It’s not like we’re in ancient times…”

“Just because we’re in modern times, we have to set an example,” Armand said righteously.

“But I don’t like you.” Theresa blinked. She thought to herself that that was reason enough.

Armand was speechless.

He took a deep breath, “All right. I’ll try to make you like me. Besides, I’m not ugly or old. I’m confident.”

Theresa was speechless.

“What if I never like you?”

“Well…” Armand thought about it, “If after 80 years you still don’t like me, I’ll release you.”

Theresa didn’t know what to say.

“Go away, go away.” Armand put his arm around her, “Everyone is waiting for us. You can’t be so arbitrary and make everyone wait for you.” Theresa was speechless again.

She opened her mouth, but found it impossible to refute him.

In the private room.

When Matthew walked in, everyone thought it was Armand and Theresa, and looked up in unison. Seeing that it was Matthew, Boyce curved his lips, “I expected the fun.”

As it turned out, it wasn’t Armand and Theresa.

Matthew quietly pulled back his chair and lifted his daughter in his arms.

He and Dolores sat separated by an empty chair.

Dolores’ hands clenched under the table as she tried to speak several times. This was not the right place for her to explain to Matthew. She sighed and figured she would explain when the meal was over.

“I’m sorry Theresa and I kept you waiting.”

Just then, Armand came in with his arm around Theresa.

Mistress Leslie was so pleased that her eyes narrowed into a line as she smiled, “It’s almost the end of the year. Get married before it’s too late.”

Armand was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, “Agreed.”

Theresa struggled, “I don’t…”

“Theresa doesn’t want you to worry about my marriage and she’s already agreed,” Armand interrupted her again.

Theresa was losing her mind. It was just…

Armand leaned closer to her and whispered, “My grandmother is too old to take the strain. Can you bear to see how she worries about me?”

Yes, his grandmother looked old, but she could not sacrifice herself to fulfill her filial piety.

Armand took her hand and pressed it to his heart, looked deeply at her, and whispered, “Do you really feel nothing for me?”

Theresa did not dare to look him in the eye. In fact, it wasn’t that she didn’t feel anything for him. She liked mature and firm men, but Armand was so frivolous that she felt very insecure.

That’s why she rejected him.

But it wasn’t that she had no feelings for him.

“You don’t dare look at me, which means you feel guilty. You actually like me.” Armand leaned close to her ear and said in a volume only she could hear. When the two of them whispered, to the eyes of others they seemed to have a good relationship.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Boyce interrupted them, “If you want to flirt with each other, please go to your room. I’m going to eat.”

Armand’s hand landed firmly on his shoulder and he shook it, “I have you to thank for my marriage.”

If Boyce hadn’t helped him expose his relationship with Theresa in front of Mrs. Leslie, he wouldn’t have known how to introduce Theresa to Mrs. Leslie. Boyce smiled, “So, you mean I’m the matchmaker?”

“You must come to my wedding…” Armand was in a good mood.

“December 18 is a good day. You can have your wedding here, and wait until you come back to make a marriage certificate.”

As soon as Madame Leslie finished speaking, the whole cabin fell silent.

If they remembered correctly, today was the 15th and it was only three days to 18.

To put it imprecisely, it was only two days away.

This was too urgent, wasn’t it?

“Grandma…”

Armand was about to speak when Madame Leslie interrupted him, “Don’t say anything. It’s already decided. You two get married first and then you can settle it when you get back to B-town.”

Boyce leaned over to Mrs. Leslie and asked quietly, “Grandma, is this too much of a rush? There are so many things to prepare for a wedding, how is two days going to be enough? Besides, all of our relatives and friends are in City B. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate to hold the wedding here?”

Mrs. Leslie also leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I’m afraid too much delay may bring trouble. For Phoebe is back. I fear that Armand will again be sad and upset about that woman.”

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