Chapter 295: Chapter 295



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Theresa was shocked, who was this woman?

She had an assumption in her heart, but she didn’t want to admit that Armand went behind her back to see his ex-girlfriend.

But if he didn’t go to see her, who was the person who answered the phone?

Theresa gripped the phone tightly without speaking.

“This is Phoebe, we met at the mall entrance to the house this morning.” Phoebe looked in the mirror, and the woman reflected in it was still beautiful. To say there was any change, then it was also just an extra line at the corner of her eye, but it didn’t impede her good looks.

“She came to pick me up and we stayed together. I told him I was hungry and he cooked for me personally. Even though he married you as a wife, I think he still has me in his heart.” Phoebe deliberately spoke softly, in case Armand, who was outside, heard her.

Theresa immediately hung up the phone and went unanswered. She looked at the phone in her hand and, as if it were a hot potato, wanted to drop it several times.

Armand was with Phoebe!

He clutched his chest suddenly. She felt her heart ache.

Theresa didn’t know if it was because Armand had cheated on her or because she already had feelings for him.

Allison closed the store and came out to see Theresa still standing in the doorway, and asked, “Haven’t you been gone a while, why are you still here?”

Theresa turned her head and avoided Allison’s gaze, “Uh, I’m waiting for someone.”

“Oh okay, come back soon then, it’s freezing. By the way, you have to invite me to dinner sometime, you got married, but I couldn’t even attend your wedding dinner.” Allison didn’t notice Theresa’s discomfort and patted her on the shoulder, “I’m leaving.”

“Okay.” replied Theresa.

After taking two steps, Allison suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at Theresa, “Do you want a ride?”

Theresa shook her head hurriedly, “No, you go first. He’ll be here soon.”

“All right then. Bad girl, your love is always more important than our friendship.” Allison laughed and teased her, then turned and got into her car.

As Allison drove off, Theresa walked to the curb and hailed a cab. Sitting in the car, her mind was still in chaos.

She didn’t know what to do.

For one thing, she was scared.

Scared that Armand and Phoebe would rekindle the old love.

Theresa covered her mouth and nose. Looking out the car window, the bustling lights flickered in front of her eyes, but she was in no mood to appreciate them, tears falling silently from her eyes.

“Miss, we’ve arrived.” While Theresa was still immersed in her own world, the driver had already parked the car in the driveway outside her residence.

Theresa wiped her face and pulled out her wallet to pay.

She stood in the wind, letting it dry the moisture on her face and then patted her face to look normal.

Even if she cried, she didn’t want it to be in front of Armand, much less for him to see it.

Theresa pulled out the key to unlock the door. Mistress Leslie had put a key in her hand when Armand brought her here in the morning.

And she told him, “This is your house, you have to have the key to get into it.” She was very considerate.

Theresa opened the door to the house and Mrs. Leslie was sitting on the couch. Seeing that she had returned, Mrs. Leslie quickly got up from the couch and approached, “Are you finished working?”.

Theresa dodged Mistress Leslie’s gaze by hanging up her clothes and emitted a weak “yes.”

“Armand didn’t go looking for you to come back together?” asked Mistress Leslie again.

Theresa’s hand hanging her clothes froze for a moment, then she said, “He’s busy with something. He may be a little late.”

“Why would he be busy? It’s not like he has to go to court, he has a lot of underlings.” Mrs. Leslie’s facial expression changed instantly, “I’m going to teach him a good lesson when I get back. He’s a man with a wife and still has no sense of time.”

Theresa smiled reluctantly.

“Come on, we’ll eat first. We’ll let him have nothing to eat when he comes back.” Mistress Leslie pulled Theresa toward the dining room.

Mistress Leslie touched Theresa’s hand, “You’re too thin. I’m going to help you get more nutrition.”

Theresa didn’t know how to respond to Mistress Leslie’s enthusiasm, and could only lower her head in silence.

On the other hand, Phoebe came out of the bathroom and Armand was still in the kitchen. He tucked the phone with the deleted call logs back into his shirt pocket.

Armand cooked Phoebe some soupy noodles, brought them into the living room and set them on the table, “Eat them while they’re hot.”

Phoebe looked at him, “Aren’t you going to eat with me?”.

Armand picked up his jacket and put it on, “No, you can eat alone. Take care of yourself.”

After she finished saying that, Armand turned around and headed for the door. When he opened the door, he paused, “This is the last time we see each other.”

“What if I miss you?” Phoebe looked behind her back.

Armand’s body tensed and he lowered his voice coolly, “I remember you always being rational.”

“If, you weren’t married, would you be with me again?” asked Phoebe.

Armand was perplexed by that question.

If Theresa hadn’t appeared in his world, he thought maybe she would.

But he had Theresa now, and he couldn’t hurt her.

It was he who was bent on marrying her, and no matter what his reasons or thoughts were at the time, since he had married her, he had to be good to her and be responsible to her.

Besides, he was very sober, no matter how deeply in love he and Phoebe had been before, after ten years of time, that feeling had long since faded.

About why she left then, if she wasn’t willing to say, then he wouldn’t ask about it.

Let the past become history.

That they would both look good.

“There is no if in this world.” After saying that, Armand walked out the door.

“Eat more strawberries, Theresa. They’re sweet and nutritious this time of year.” Mrs. Leslie put the washed strawberries on Theresa’s fruit plate.

Theresa sighed helplessly, “She kept putting food on my plate during dinner, and now I’m very full.”

Mrs. Leslie did it out of concern, so it wouldn’t be good if she didn’t eat them, it would disprove Mrs. Leslie’s kindness. But when she ate them, Mistress Leslie had given her too much.

So she ate until she was too full.

“Look how flat your belly is, where’s your belly?” Mrs. Leslie looked at Theresa’s belly.

She thought to herself when would Theresa get pregnant with a grandchild in there.

Armand listened to what Mrs. Leslie said as she came in, and said as she took off her jacket, “My wife has a thin waist. You have to make it up to me if you feed her until she’s too fat.”

Theresa looked at him and pretended nothing had happened.

As long as he was willing to take the initiative to explain himself, she was willing to give him a chance.

After all, marriage wasn’t easy.

Armand hung up his clothes and walked over. He took a strawberry from the fruit plate and popped it into his mouth. Strawberries at this time of year were very sweet. “Have you had dinner?”

“What time is it, how is it possible that we haven’t had dinner yet?” Mistress Leslie was not being polite, “So busy huh?”

Without waiting for Armand to speak, Mistress Leslie added, “From now on you’re not going to have any food if you come home this late!”.

Armand thought Mistress Leslie had done this on purpose, and looked at Theresa, “Have you really eaten?”

“You haven’t eaten yet?” Theresa looked him in the eye and said with a smile, “You’re back so late, so I thought you were next to someone else and should have eaten by now.”

There was a hidden meaning in her words.

Armand had obviously sensed the innuendo in her words and asked with a smile, “What’s the matter with you?”

Theresa stood up, “What can be wrong with me? What do you want to eat, I’ll fix it for you.”

“Is there anything left over? I’ll eat what’s left, you don’t need to fix it for me.” Armand leaned over, and at that moment he felt his heart was warm, and he had a sense of home.

He took Theresa’s hand and looked down, “Your hands are so tender, how can you cook? It’s going to get all rough later.”

Theresa pulled her hand away, “So, are you going to cook for me from now on?”.

She wanted to calm down, but she kept remembering what Phoebe had said.

She couldn’t control her heart.

Mistress Leslie thought they were “flirting” and laughed beside him. Then she called the maid and asked her to warm up the leftovers.

Armand’s heart raced for a moment and he was about to speak, when Theresa beat him to it and said, “I’m tired. I’m going to my room first.” After finishing her sentence, she turned around and walked into the room.

She did not sleep and instead sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Armand.

After about 30 minutes, Armand finished his dinner, pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing that she was sitting on the bed and had not showered, he asked, “Why haven’t you showered?”

As he spoke, he leaned over to give her a kiss on the lips.

Theresa pushed his kiss away, “Why didn’t you come to pick me up today?”.

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