Theresa slowly turned around. With this movement, she realized that her legs were numb. She bent down to rub her knees. Armand quickly walked over to look at her legs, âArenât your legs okay?â. Theresa remained silent.
Armand reached out to massage her legs, but Theresa pushed him away.
âI donât need to bother you.â
Armand lifted his head, âI have something to tell you, last nightâ¦â
âYou were with Phoebe.â His words were firm. It wasnât a question, it was a firm statement.
Armandâs eyes widened, âHow did you know?â
Theresa laughed, âA reunion of past boyfriends, wasnât that fun?â
Armand felt uneasiness in his heart, âDonât get me wrong, thereâs nothing going on between me and her, she asked me to keep her company for one nightâ¦â
âI know.â Theresa pointed to the smudge of lipstick on her neck. She wanted to tell him nonchalantly, âIsnât she just an ex-girlfriend?â
âWasnât it just one night? I donât care.â
But she wasnât as gentle as she wanted to be, AND she couldnât stand this kind of deception!
âIâve already seen it, you donât even take my feelings into account, are you showing it to me on purpose?â
Armand reached out to touch her neck, carmine stained his hands. He remembered that, as he was about to leave, Phoebe had hugged him, refusing to let him go. It seemed to him that she had kissed his neck then, it must have happened during that time.
âPlease listen to me, we didnât do anything. She was the one who kept bothering me, Iâve already told you everything clearlyâ¦â
âArmand!â Theresa cut him off. He lifted his head, keeping the tears from escaping, âLetâs break up on good terms. Itâs lucky you didnât get the record. What happened in White City, letâs treat it as just a charade. Iâve already packed all our things.â
He took out what Mistress Leslie had given him and put it on the bed, âI shouldnât have taken this from the beginning. Now that Iâm leaving, even more so I shouldnât take it. If you want to keep it for yourself, or if you want to keep giving this to Mistress Leslie, itâs up to you. Seeing as weâre still acquaintances, letâs not make things too awkward.â
She turned to look at Armand. With all her might, she squeezed out an awkward smile, âIâve already said everything I wanted to. Finally, I wish you happiness.â
As she finished her words, she took out her suitcase and went to open the bedroom door.
Armand snatched the suitcase from her hands, âI wonât let you leave!â
âWho said it could end like this?â Who are you to say itâs just a farce? Youâve already put on your wedding dress, and youâve promised God that we would stay together, in front of all my closest family and friends. How can you leave like this? Let me tell you Theresa, you canât even leave here!â
Theresa wiped tears from the corner of her eyes, âArmand, youâre an adult, donât be so childish.â
âHow can I be childish?â retorted Armand.
Theresa took a few steps back, her tone especially firm. She admitted that she liked him a little. However, she could not accept disloyalty.
She couldnât quietly resign herself, so she could only give him up.
âWhat youâre doing now is very childish, if you donât want to talk properly, we can go the legal route.â
Armandâs Adamâs apple bobbed up and down, what was he talking about?
The legal route?
âHow do you intend to go the legal route?â
Theresa clenched her fists and forced herself to remain calm. âWe donât have a marriage certificate, so, first of all, our marriage is legally invalid. First of all, you cheated on me, so I have the right to make my boundaries clear, so you canât harass me.â
âI have not cheated on you.â Armand reiterated, âI already told you, nothing happened between usâ¦â
âYou didnât come back all night, and thereâs even a lipstick stain on your neck. Then you tell me nothing happened between you two. Armand, do you think Iâm a three-year-old girl?â
âWhy donât you believe me? You wanted me to keep you company for one night, and then you wonât bother us anymore from now on.â
Theresa laughed heartily, until tears came to her eyes. She wiped them away, âArmand, do you really care about me?â
âOf course.â
âYou treat me like family?â
âOf course, we sleep in the same bed, of course weâre very close.â
âSo youâre hiding something from me?â Armand remained silent.
Yes, but it wasnât about Phoebe, it was about her parents.
He didnât think it was anything serious.
âWe all have something we donât want to talk about, donât we?â
âYou told your ex-girlfriend, but you donât want me to know. You said we were the closest family. But, it seems like youâre even closer to her than you are to me. She can share your secrets with you, but in my case, I donât know anything.â Theresa didnât want to be around him anymore, wasting her time.
âGive me back my suitcase.â She softened her voice, allowing herself to calm down.
She shouldnât accuse him right now.
If she had decided to break it off, there was no point in pointing fingers.
The more she got tangled up in this, the more pain she felt.
It would be better if she cut things off.
âI wonât.â Armand didnât let go of her.
âThereâs not much inside anyway, itâs okay if you donât want to give it back.â Theresa didnât want her suitcase anymore, she didnât want to debate with him anymore.
She opened the door to her room.
âIâm not taking the divorce!â Armand hugged her from behind.
âIâve already said our marriage was invalid, Iâm not divorcing you. Now that Iâm leaving, canât you leave me a good final impression?â
âI donât want to.â Armand was totally desperate. Theresa was being very serious, and she really wanted to leave. Her words, her actions, were too firm.
âThereâs really nothing between me and her, she was drunk and tricked me into coming overâ¦â
âWhat are you doing?â Mistress Leslie had heard the commotion. When she listened carefully, it sounded like Armand and Theresa were arguing. Without even having time to put on her clothes, she dressed and went outside.
At a glance, sure enough, they were the ones arguing.
Noticing the suitcase behind Armand, Mrs. Leslie was surprised, âYou guys, what are you doing?â.
Mrs. Leslie, very uneasy, pointed at Armand, âHave you done something wrong to make Theresa angry?â.
Armand let go of Theresa, and went over to comfort Mistress Leslie, âWeâre fine, you go back to your room first.â
âSeeing them like that, how am I going to get back to my room?â Mistress Leslie shouted, slapping him on the back. After slapping him, she said hurtly, âYouâre an adult now, why do you keep worrying me every day?â
âItâs my fault.â To calm Madame Leslie down, to appease her anger, Armand quickly admitted his mistake.
âIf you want to admit your mistakes, do it to Theresa.â Mistress Leslie ignored Armand and reached over, tugging on Theresaâs hand, âTheresa, if heâs done something wrong, spank him. They just got married, how can they go off like that? On my behalf, forgive him one more time.â
Theresa didnât want to make Mrs. Leslie sad. However, she was even less willing to remain close to Armand, âGrandma, there is no right or wrong between him and me, our personalities are incompatible, thatâs why we have decided to break up. I think in the future he will find someone more suitable for himâ¦â
âThere will be no one more suitable!â Mistress Leslie interrupted her, âYesterday you cooked for me and helped me wash my feet, were you already thinking of leaving then?â
As she said this, Mistress Leslieâs eyes reddened. She gripped Theresaâs hands tightly without letting go, âWhat do you dislike about him, tell me, Iâll teach him a lesson on your behalf. Promise me you wonât leave, okay?â.
Theresa lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, âIâm sorry Grandma.â
Mrs. Leslieâs body shuddered, âYouâre still leaving?â
Just then, the doorbell rang.
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