Chapter 618: Chapter 618



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Dolores Flores glanced at Armand Bernie. She was about to tell Theresa Gordon’s current situation so that he would know the suffering Theresa had now.

However, her rationality kept suppressing her impulse. He had promised Theresa that he would not tell Armand.

gⱯlnσν𝓮𝓁s․cøm fuels your imagination “Theresa has suffered so much. You are a man. No matter how she scolds or beats you, you have to put up with it.”

“I know.” Armand lowered his head, “It was all my fault before…”

“Armand.” Dolores stopped his words, “I didn’t mean this. No matter what she did for whatever reason, you have to tolerate her unconditionally, can you promise me that?”

Armand’s heart was slightly uneasy, “Dolores, could you tell me what you mean. You give me a little panic, like you’re hiding something from me.”

“Just promise me.” Dolores kept the promise she made with Theresa.

This matter still needed Theresa to have mental preparation. When she could face the matter, it was best that she tell Armand personally.

Theresa had to tell him personally about her situation, regardless of whether they could get back together in the end.

Theresa had only her son in her life. Even if the child could not be born, he still existed.

Dolores took the bowls and plates out of the cupboard. She picked up the soup and rice, took another empty plate. At first she had no dishes to spare, so she had to take some plates from the dining room table.

She picked up a tray and passed it to Armand to carry.

Armand followed obediently as if he were a child who had done something wrong. After all, Theresa found the affair so torturous and hard because she didn’t fix the Phoebe Lewis thing right. He owed Theresa forever. She could only make it up to her in the future.

And she could only love her properly.

Dolores took three dishes that Theresa liked and put them on the tray, “Send them to her.”

Armand said yes, “You don’t have to wait for us.”

“Who’s going to wait for them? We’ll finish the dishes.” Boyce Shawn didn’t look up as he put the food in his mouth with a pair of chopsticks.

Armand laughed, “You eat. Don’t choke.”

Saying this, he turned and walked away.

Amanda Nelson, who was standing next to him, burst out laughing, “Mr. Shawn, did Mr. Bernie disrespect you?”

“You heard him and still said it. It feels worse than being dissed by him, don’t you know that?” Boyce gave the girl a look.

Amanda laughed more cheerfully, “I know. That’s why I asked on purpose. Hehe.”

Boyce felt provoked until he laughed, “You little girl, when did you become a talker? Then no one will marry you when you grow up.”

When Matthew heard Boyce say those words, he raised his head. He glanced at his pretty daughter. She was still young and her childish face looked like that of a doll.

Suddenly, he put down his chopsticks. After thinking that his daughter was going to marry someone when she was older, he felt very depressed.

No one is suitable for my daughter!

He felt worse after thinking about it. Matthew got up and walked out of the dining room. Boyce had no idea. He looked at Dolores and asked, “Dolores, what happened to him, did I say something wrong?”

Dolores took one look at Matthew and said, “It’s okay. You eat first. I’ll take a look at him later.”

Boyce nodded and continued eating. At times, he argued with the two boys.

In the bedroom, Theresa lay on the bed and didn’t get up. Armand had called her several times and she ignored him.

Armand sat down next to the bed, “Even if you don’t like me, you have to eat. Why do you torture yourself to make me feel heartbroken?”

“Yes, I really dislike you. So please go away.” Theresa was tired of his nagging.

“It’s okay not to like me. I’ll teach you to like it.” Armand wanted to lift her blanket to invite her to lunch. Theresa, however, was angry.

“Get lost!” she couldn’t take it anymore.

“As long as you eat, I’ll get lost for you.” Armand showed a smiling expression, “Please get up.”

Theresa got up. At that moment, Armand saw clearly only her swollen and red eyes, as she had cried for a long time. He felt very disconsolate. He wanted to reach out to touch her, but Theresa pushed his hands away when she noticed him, “If you keep bothering me, I will disappear from you. You will never see me again. Armand, I will definitely do as I said.”

Armand didn’t dare to speak anymore. He stood up: “I will leave. Your wound has not yet recovered. You recover here at ease. You eat. I’m leaving now.”

After saying that, he left immediately. He was afraid Theresa would hide from him and he wouldn’t be able to see her anymore.

Boyce had already finished eating. After watching Armand leave, he said, “Let’s go.”

Armand still wanted to stay here for a while. He was afraid Theresa wouldn’t eat.

Boyce realized he had something on his mind and held out his hand, “Give me the car key. Then you ask the driver to come back or you drive Matthew’s car. He has a lot of cars.”

Armand thought about it, “Let’s go together. He doesn’t want to see me.”

Boyce smiled, “Then let’s go.”

“Dolores, we’ll go first.” The two waved to Dolores.

Dolores said, “Okay. Drive slower at night.” Armand said yes.

Two of them left the villa. As they got into the car, Armand asked, “Shall I drive you home?”

Boyce nodded with a soft sound. Then he said again, “It’s better to send me back to the police station.”

“Why are you going back to the police station so late, are you so busy?”

Boyce looked at him, “My car is still at the police station. I have to work tomorrow morning – are you going to pick me up?”

“I don’t have time.” Armand started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

Soon, the car pulled into the police station. Boyce got out of the car.

“I’ll go first.” Armand rolled down the car window and said the words.

Boyce waved his hand and headed for the police station. When he went to the office to get the car key, his subordinate who was working overtime had just finished his work. Boyce looked at him and asked, “Did you just finish your work?”

“Yes. I just finished putting the files away.”

Boyce simply asked, “What files?”

Then, his subordinate said, “The prisoner who died a sudden death. Her body was picked up by her relatives. I have kept the files. Don’t you know that?

You thought that…”

“When did you pick up the body?” Before the guy finished his words, Boyce interrupted him and pulled out his phone to call Jasmine Burke.

Why did she pick up the body so fast?

She didn’t even inform me.

However, the phone number he dialed showed that his phone was turned off.

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