Chapter 639: Chapter 639



Dolores didn’t say anything.

She had no idea how to tell him or what kind of words to use.

“Dolores, get to the point. The more you stutter, the more it makes me uneasy.” Armand Bernie was on edge.

If it were a good thing, she wouldn’t be so entangled.

Then there was only one answer, for the unspeakable was not a good thing.

He looked at her, “Theresa Gordon has her reasons for whatever decision she makes, you shouldn’t…”

When she spoke, his gaze was riveted on the glass window. She followed his gaze and looked out, then saw the scene of Theresa holding Oscar Adams’ arm and getting out of the car.

She sighed as she thought, She did it.

“Dolores.” He averted his eyes and looked at her, “What’s unspeakable is that she’s having another new love, isn’t it?”.

Dolores said, “Calm down a little.”

Armand laughed and leaned back in his chair, “You’re going to protest for me given that she has an old man?”

“I’m not going to protest for you, I just don’t want you to bother me like a dog.”

As he said this, Theresa and Oscar walked in together, so she answered after hearing his words.

Armand looked at her for two seconds and suddenly reached up to grab her wrist, “I have something to talk to you about.”

“Say it right here if you have something to say.”

Theresa tried to free herself from his hands.

He pushed her away forcefully despite her red-eyed refusal.

She struggled all the while, but there was a disparity between the strength of men and women. She could not free herself from his grip and was carried by him to the street outside the restaurant.

“Armand, let go of me quickly!” she shouted and appeared to have some signs of anger.

He drove her against the alley wall, “Tell me, what do you really want?”.

“As you can see.” She stared at him without hiding.

As if to show how frank she was at this moment.

He narrowed his eyes, “That old man?”

“I think an older man is much better than you. There’s a saying that the older man is more affectionate, isn’t there? He happens to be very affectionate, better than you.” She was so eloquent and what she said really hurt him.

His face was as red as if he had been burned by fire.

She rubbed her reddened wrist, “He can give me a sense of security and he can also take care of me. We don’t have any conflict, except for the age difference. Besides, age is nothing in the face of true love.”

She ignored his furious face and continued, “What I regret most is that I can’t give him my pure body, but he doesn’t mind. This makes me very happy…”

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall.

He roared at her in a low voice: “You lie to me!”.

She was still ruthless, “If you don’t believe, I can call him and kiss him in front of you, or I can show you if you want to see a hotter scene.”

Armand just kept his eyes on her and his red eyes gradually filled with tears, he cried out loudly, “Theresa, if you do that, it would really be the end of us.”

“I’m done with you long ago, it’s you who isn’t clear.” Her hands, hanging to the side, clenched tightly into fists.

Her nails almost sank into the coolness of her palms. Only the pain could keep her awake and make her look calm.

“You, Theresa, I no longer seek you. You and I can no longer be together,” she said word for word. Meanwhile, she was hurting Armand, hurting herself, as if she had been pricked with a knife.

“Good, good, good, good, very good.” He slowly withdrew his hands, every time he said the word “fine,” he said to himself in his mind: Just give up, give up, give up, give up. He quickly turned his head toward, as he didn’t want her to see his tears rolling down his face.

He turned his back to Theresa: “I won’t bother you again. You and I…we’re done.” After saying that, he took a step to leave.

Theresa leaned against the wall motionless and turned her back to him. She was inexplicably sad, as if she had a big cotton ball stuffed down her throat and it was taking her breath away. She could only breathe by opening her mouth, her tears gushing out.

Armand didn’t leave, but went back to the restaurant, more to show Theresa that he really didn’t love her and would no longer show her any feelings.

Oscar complained to Dolores, “I have no choice but to give in.”

Dolores knew he had made up his mind and would definitely pester him in various ways to help her act.

He shook his head, “I’m really not willing. As the saying goes, everything can be spoiled but marriage. You see I’ve become a bad person.”

“Since she’s made up her mind, you help her,” Dolores said with a sigh.

He blinked, “You won’t even convince her?”

“I can’t do that.” Dolores also wanted her and Armand to sit down and talk properly.

However, she had a knot, as her physical shortcomings would not allow her to cope with the relationship at all.

Not to mention Armand, even if she had met an exceptional man, she would not be open to having a relationship with another as well.

That was unsolvable.

Unless she solved it herself, since outsiders couldn’t help.

“It’s a pity. I think that young man is quite good.” Oscar also made an assessment of Armand. Although he didn’t know his ability and personality, he thought Armand looked quite handsome.

“There’s no other way.” Oscar said helplessly, “What has happened to Theresa to make her do such a…?”

Dolores saw Armand enter and patted Oscar. Then he immediately knew what she meant and stopped talking.

At that moment, Armand had calmed down himself, as if nothing had happened a moment ago and pulled back the chair to sit down.

He showed a ruthless and arrogant look, “Don’t you order?”.

Dolores looked at him for two seconds. Although he seemed to look good, the aura he gave off was not relaxed.

She signaled and called out to the waiter, “Order.” Soon the waiter arrived with a few menus.

He picked up one of the menus and asked without looking up, “Matthew Nelson, is your treat?”

Matthew looked at him and said, “Um.”

“This, this, this, this and this.” As he said this, he lifted his head to give Dolores a look, “What would you like to eat? I’ll order it for you.”

She gave him a look and said, “Anything, any will do.”

She added a few plates and then gave Matthew a look, “What about you? I know you prefer the bland taste, I’ll order for you.”

He ordered two more plates. Everyone at the table knew he was in love and in a bad mood, so they let it be.

“What about you buddy?” he called to Oscar.

Oscar was speechless.

He thought in his mind:Who is your friend.

However, he didn’t say since he had ‘stolen’ his girlfriend.

“I’m just a guest, whatever you ask for will suffice.” He tugged at his collar, still wearing his favorite style of flowered shirt with short sleeves, beige pants and white leather lace-up shoes. These were the standard style of her attire.

Her adored ball gown.

“I’ll order it for you then,” she told the waiter a few more plates.

The waiter took note and asked, “Would you like anything else?”

“That’s all.” He closed the menu and handed it to the waiter.

Theresa was very late and the dishes were served before she came in.

She had fixed her makeup, but you could still see that her eyes were red.

Armand didn’t look at her.

Theresa thought he had left and soon the emotions that had been pent up were running high when she saw him there.

She couldn’t pretend nothing had happened and sit down to eat. She feared she couldn’t control herself, so she reached out to tug on Oscar’s arm, “I don’t want to eat, you come with me.”

He tilted his head to look at her and realized that she had obviously cried earlier.

Then he immediately got up and said, “Come on.”

As he spoke, he took the initiative to put his arm around her shoulders. Since they were close to each other and he had always treated her as his relative, he would not flinch at anything.

As she called him uncle, he was her relative.

He also wanted to comfort her, as he knew she was feeling bad at that moment.

Suddenly, Armand raised his head and asked, “Is it because I’m here that you can’t even eat?”

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