Chapter 710: Chapter 710



Boyce didn’t stop his steps and opened the car door, then got into the car. He started the car and drove away from the site.

Wendy was pinned to the spot and stamped her foot in anger.

She knew from her words that Boyce had realized something. For her father’s sake, Boyce wasn’t about to expose her.

Wendy bit her lip and could only watch helplessly as the car drove away.

She didn’t dare chase after it. She was afraid Boyce would know the real reason for her divorce, which was her black history. It was a monkey business and he couldn’t expose himself.

He decided to find out why Boyce had suddenly changed his mind.

She asked herself, “Will someone’s character change after being in an accident?”

She angrily turned around and went home.

At the same time, Theresa was still working overtime in C-Town. Armand leaned over the table and looked at Theresa greedily, “Are you hungry? Do you need me to buy you a late dinner?”

“Didn’t we just finish dinner?” she was coloring a drawing on the computer, and wanted to figure out the most appropriate color for the style of dress.

Armand smiled, “I’m afraid you’ll be hungry.”

“Will you shut up? They’re like flies now,” Theresa looked at him, “If you keep making noise without stopping, I suggest you go home in a hurry.”

Armand immediately shut up and crouched down in front of her, “I’m not going to talk now, but let me give you a leg rub.”

Theresa pulled her hand away from the mouse and swiveled around in her executive chair to look at Armand, “Why don’t you come back, why are you so idle every day, is the company going out of business?”

Armand didn’t stop his hand movements and gave her legs a good rub. He lifted his head and flashed her a smile, “You’re going to take care of me forever if the firm closes.”

Theresa put her foot on his legs and leaned into him. She looked up at him, “I don’t like men who are good for nothing.” Armand was speechless.

“Don’t worry. I’ll never let you sleep in the street…”

“Wait, I’m not going to be with you,” Theresa interrupted him.

Armand blinked at her with a resentful expression, “How can you take back your words?”

“What did I say?” Theresa drew her legs back and gracefully crossed them.

She looked at him weakly.

“You said to give me a chance,” Armand wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head in hers, “Don’t deny it!”

Theresa pushed him away, “Let me go!”

“I’m sorry,” Armand snuggled into her embrace, “Let’s go register to get married.”

Theresa’s eyes darkened. She gave you an indifferent look, but the turmoil inside her was great, “You tricked me last time. If I fall for it again this time, I’ll be a fool.”

“We don’t check in if you’re not willing, but don’t ever imagine I’m going to let you go,” Armand sniffed greedily at her scent, and his arms wrapped tighter around her.

Theresa frowned, “Look at you, can’t you be firm like a real man?”.

Armand thought nothing of it and didn’t let go, “You know well enough if I am a man.”

Theresa was speechless.

“I’ll be angry if you don’t let go,” Theresa pretended to be angry.

Armand let go of her and stood beside her like a wronged wife and said resentfully, “Can’t you stop threatening me?”

“You can disobey me. I didn’t ask you to listen to me,” Theresa swiveled the executive chair toward her computer desk to continue her work.

Armand gave her a look of aggravation. It was Theresa who asked him to come to the office and then left him hanging, “You’re out of line!”.

Theresa pursed her lips, “You can choose to quit if you can’t stand it…”.

Theresa hadn’t finished her words, and Armand suddenly grabbed her by the shoulders. He pinned her down on the desk and leaned over to kiss her lips.

When Theresa’s back was against the edge of the desk, she felt pain and frowned. She didn’t push him away or close her eyes. She lowered her gaze and looked at Armand, who was in an embarrassed rage.

“Don’t say that again. I’ll get sad,” Armand was a step away from her.

He looked more serious and less light.

Theresa reached out and gently stroked his face, “You hurt me deeply too.”

Armand was instantly discouraged and cocked his head to one side, “Can’t you help bringing up old scores?”

Theresa fiddled with the short hair in front of her forehead, “You make me suffer so much, can’t I make you suffer?” Armand was speechless.

“Theresa, I’m serious, how about I move into C-Town? Then I can be with you all the time, so I don’t have to go back and forth between City C and City B,” he said as he rested his head on her shoulder.

Theresa glanced up at the ceiling, and was not dazzled by the feelings and said casually, “We’ll talk about it later.”

She wondered, “It’s still uncertain whether we’ll be together in the future.” Armand was the only son in the Bernie family and was raised by his grandmother. Theresa was infertile, and Armand would be the last of the Bernie family line if he wanted to be with Theresa in the future.

Would Armand’s grandmother accept Theresa if she learned of his physical condition?

Theresa lived only a short time at Armand’s house, and she knew how much Elizabeth wanted her great-grandchildren.

Buzz…

At that moment, the phone in Armand’s pocket rang. However, he didn’t want to answer it and let the phone vibrate.

Theresa pushed it away, “Your phone is ringing.”

Armand buried his face in Theresa’s embrace and said sullenly, “I know, but I refuse to answer it.”

“What if it’s an urgent call? Pick it up,” Theresa reached into her pocket and pulled out the phone, and handed it to Armand.

Armand had to take it and glanced at the caller ID, calling from home.

He pressed the key to answer the call.

Soon Armand heard an urgent voice from the maid coming from the other end of the phone, “Mr. Bernie, we have a situation here. Mrs. Bernie has fallen out of bed.”

Armand straightened up and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I went to dry the laundry a moment ago, and Mrs. Bernie was thirsty at the time.

The glass of water was a little far from her bed. She lay down too close to the edge of the bed and fell out of it.”

Armand said, “Call 120, I’ll have someone there soon.”

“Okay, okay.”

Armand hung up the phone and made a call to Boyce. Boyce had texted Armand after buying a new phone, so Armand knew Boyce’s new phone number.

At the same time, Boyce drove his car to the villa and received a call from Armand.

“Hello…”

“Boyce, my grandmother just fell out of bed and I can’t come home right now.

Can you go check on my grandmother first? I’m going to hurry back,” Armand said urgently.

Boyce replied, “I’ll take care of it. You take it easy. You call me if anything happens. I’ll go see Mrs. Bernie now.”

Armand said he was fine on the other end of the phone. Boyce hung up the phone, turned the car around and headed for Armand’s house.

Dolores, who was walking along the side of the road, saw Boyce’s car.

“That’s Boyce’s car.”

Matthew raised his head to give the car a glance, but it had pulled away from them.

Dolores frowned, “Why is he going out again – isn’t he handling the Wendy thing right?”

Matthew patted the back of her hand, “You’re always worrying about nothing.”

Dolores thought Wendy was not a simple woman. She was the cheater in her marriage, but she would tell others that her husband was cheating behind her back. Therefore, Wendy had an impure motive.

Wendy’s intention to approach Boyce was not simple.

Perhaps she thought Boyce was a man of great promise, integrity and bachelor. Boyce was a perfect man.

Wendy definitely wanted to get close to such a perfect man.

“Let’s go home,” Matthew wrapped his arms around her waist, “Are you tired?” Dolores said no.

They waved in the moonlight and walked towards her house.

As soon as they walked in the door, they heard crying and the living room was a tangled mess.

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