Chapter 488: Chapter 488



Armand Bernie and Boyce Shawn looked at each other and said again almost at the same time, “You can’t fall asleep, even if you come back now, the drowsiness is gone, why don’t we have a drink together?” Getting drunk made someone sleep easier.

Their thought was too obvious, Matthew Nelson knew what they were thinking when they just started talking. It seemed Matthew wanted to get drunk too, so he agreed.

As they left the company, they went together in a car to find a quieter bar.

They had ordered two bottles of imported liquor and a fruit plate.

Yellow light illuminated the entire private room, the air conditioner under the ceiling blew the cold air slowly.

Armand poured himself the liquor, looked up and looked at Boyce, “We’re friends, but you’re very bad.”

Boyce looked at Armand coolly, for this person, Boyce knew what was going through his mind.

Without waiting for him to speak, Boyce explained, “Don’t think too much, that girl is too young, I’m not interested. It would end badly for me to be with a girl that young.” Boyce looked at Matthew as he spoke, then asked purposely, “Right?”.

Matthew narrowed his eyes, he felt a little annoyed to hear this sentence, he gulped and his tone was a little cold, “I’m in a bad mood.”

It seemed he was giving Boyce a warning that he was in no mood to joke and not mention about Dolores Flores in front of him.

Hearing this name now, he felt a tightness in his chest that made him almost unable to breathe. He missed her so much that he did not even dare to return to the bungalow. When he was left alone, he couldn’t fall asleep, so he could only doze off doing endless work so he wouldn’t have time to think about her.

gα ℓη σ ν𝒆 𝓁s․com holds great reads Boyce sighed, “You both seem so upset, even me, I’m afraid to be in a relationship now, why can’t you set a good example for me?”. They had caused her psychic trauma.

“Don’t envy other people’s situations.” Armand sat next to her and threw his arm around her neck with a serious face, “To be honest, that girl looks very beautiful, don’t be insatiable.”

“Really, don’t think too much.” Boyce was going to have a heart attack under Armand’s torture, was it that he thought about that aspect every time there was a woman by his side?

He was just being trusted by someone, he had no other thought.

“She’s just in her first year of college, if I…. Would that be crazy?” Boyce pulled Armand’s arm away from around his neck, “I’ll find someone who’s about the same age as me, if I flirted every day with a weak girl, does that mean I’ll marry a woman or raise a daughter?”

Armand lay lazily on the couch, looking into Boyce’s eyes that looked like he was going to tear him up and swallow him, not to be here and irritate Boyce.

“The same age as you? Your subordinates are eligible. All the people around you are male, you rarely get to meet a woman, but you’re still so fake. Being fake is fine, but meeting a young woman irritates you?”

Although Armand was not older than Matthew, Theresa Gordon was not older than Dolores either. To calculate, Armand and Matthew had an age difference of about seven or eight years with their wives.

When they were adults and knew what a relationship was, when they could make out with someone, their wives were still in grade school.

Now they were almost thirty, but their wives were only in their twenties, still young and youthful.

Did he mean they had mismatched relationships?

“Armand, I notice you speak without having to think.” Boyce frowned, thought Boyce was an idiot.

Boyce really wished Theresa would come back and take care of this bastard, otherwise he’d be out of control.

“Boyce, let’s make a bet. If you find a young lady for a wife, you’ll wear a bra on your wedding night and stand on the table and dance for me, do you dare?”

Boyce didn’t want to talk to him, he was too bored to make a meaningless bet with Armand.

“You don’t dare?” Armand poured the liquor.

“I just don’t want to talk to you.”

“You don’t dare.”

“You’re too annoying.”

“You’re only afraid if you really like that freshman, so you don’t dare make a bet with me!”

“No!”

“Then why don’t you bet with me?”

Boyce looked at Armand, he was in a bad mood, “I don’t want to bet with you because I think this is pointless.”

Armand walked over to him, “What do you think makes sense?”

He looked at Boyce’s lower half, Boyce hadn’t had a girlfriend before. He understood well that a man would have sexual desire since puberty, he must have already had sexual desire at this age.

Armand was curious, how Boyce usually worked it out.

“I don’t think you didn’t have the desire before.”

Boyce laughed coldly, “You think everyone is just like you? You’re a scoundrel.”

“I behave normally, but you’re abnormal.”

“Nonsense, you don’t behave normally, you just want sex.”

“How can you talk like that?” Armand took the liquor and put it in his mouth, “Let’s wash your mouth, so you can talk properly next time.”

“Go away… Uh, damn you, Armand…” Armand was really forcing the liquor into his mouth, the liquor he wasn’t swallowing flowed down his neck, making the smell run all over his body.

Boyce pulled Armand away and tugged at his shirt collar, he wiped his neck and his eyes looked fiercely at Armand, “Let me tell you, you lack self control, it’s not normal, okay, is being promiscuous considered normal? Armand, have some respect for yourself, if you keep behaving like this and don’t want to change, Theresa will leave you for good.”

Armand’s expression had changed once Boyce mentioned about Theresa, Boyce was actually pointing at his wound and stabbing at it.

“Can’t you stop yourself from rubbing salt in my wound?”

He had only been promiscuous before he had a relationship with Theresa. He acted badly in the affair involving Phoebe Lewis, he wasn’t being honest enough with Theresa, hence causing a misunderstanding that had hurt her.

During these few months that Theresa had been gone, he had lived with grief and trouble, the scene of Theresa disappearing in the fire popping up in his mind during every sleepless night.

He had awakened startled from his sleep many times.

The atmosphere in the room became quiet at Boyce’s mention of Theresa. Without the noises of Armand and Boyce, even the air was icy with boredom.

Of the two bottles of liquor he had just ordered, Matthew had drunk one bottle while the other was already empty. He felt he hadn’t drunk enough, but the liquor was already gone, so he asked the bartender to send him another two.

Boyce didn’t stop him, he just drank. There was no one to talk, they just kept drinking without eating anything.

These two bottles were soon finished, Boyce didn’t drink too much, so he was still conscious. However, Armand and Matthew had drunk too much, they were half lying on the couch, the room was filled with the smell of liquor.

Although he wasn’t drunk, he had also had too much to drink, so he sure couldn’t drive. He could only call Abbott Baron to come get them.

They put two of the men who were drunk in the car, one by one, and then sent them home.

They had sent Matthew first. The bodyguards outside the bungalow withdrew after Dolores left, so only Coral was left alone in the bungalow.

Seeing that Matthew was drunk, Coral immediately made him a cup of honey water after Boyce and Abbott left.

The light was not on in the dim room, the window was not tightly closed, the wind sometimes moved the curtain.

Coral poured the honey water next to the bed and asked, “Drink some water…”

“Come out.” Coral was interrupted when she hadn’t even finished speaking.

The man Boyce thought was drunk and unconscious was now speaking in a clear voice.

Coral set the honey water down on the table and sighed, turned and walked outside, then closed the door.

There was a tall person lying face down on the large bed, one side of his face sunk into the pillow. With his head turned to one side, he looked at the empty place beside him, it was the place where Dolores slept before.

He stretched out his arm, he seemed to want to feel her warmth when she was here, but the place he could reach with his fingers was cold.

His heart had grown cold too, his fingers on the blanket curled tightly and slowly, the blanket soon folded and untidy in his hand.

He buried his face in the pillow, his hoarse voice was full of sadness, “I miss you.”

At first he thought he wouldn’t think of her anymore as he got drunk, but the drunker he got, the clearer his mind became. His mind was filled with Dolores’ looks, how was she now?

How were her children?

Meanwhile, back in C-Town.

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