Chapter 801: Chapter 801



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[Why are you feeling unhappy, did Armand bully you?]

Theresa glanced at her phone and said after being silent for a while: [No].

Her unhappiness was not caused by Armand; it was caused by the environment. After all, Armand’s grandmother was still blocking between Armand and her even though she stayed far away from Armand’s grandmother.

The child was the obstacle they could not overcome.

Oscar sent her an emoji of helplessness.

Oscar sent her a voice recording after a while, Theresa then clicked on it. She thought Oscar was going to tell her something, but to her surprise, it was a piece of music.

The music was from the classic scene in Journey to the West, where the Pig Monk carried his wife on his back, quite funny.

Theresa wore a wry expression in a moment.

A message appeared again on the screen: [The Pig Monk was so happy even though he carried the monkey on his back, but you are unhappy all the time even though you have a handsome husband].

Theresa couldn’t help but laugh: [Man, your comforting words are different from everyone else’s].

[Of course, I am who I am, the only one].

Theresa laughed and quickly replied: [Are you really getting carried away?]

[Haha, isn’t the guy just trying to make you happy?]

Theresa replied, [I know.]

[Then please take good care of yourself since you know, being angry will make you older, so you should laugh more. You won’t want to look in the mirror one day when you have wrinkles on your face like me].

1@Ŧ€$† ¢#4₽Ŧ€®$ 1₦ gąℓnovels.cøm [There are no wrinkles on the guy’s face, there are only the marks left by time.]

[You’re a good talker].

[I’m just telling the truth].

[It’s been a few days since I’ve seen you, now you’re very sweet].

[I have learned from uncle].

[Haha, am I so good at teaching?].

“You look so happy, who are you chatting with?” Armand leaned against the door frame and gave her a glance.

It had been a while, and then he saw Theresa smiling as she looked at her phone, so he was curious and didn’t bother her.

Theresa was so focused that she didn’t notice he was back.

Theresa turned her head, looking at him in surprise, “Didn’t you already come home?”.

Armand walked over to her and said, “I came back because I’m worried you might be bored.” His eyes rested on Theresa’s phone screen as he spoke.

Theresa put her phone away when she realized Armand was looking at it, then got up from the hanging chair and said, “Shall we go see a movie?” Armand was silent as he looked at her.

Theresa frowned, “Why are you staring at me?”

Armand looked down and said, “No reason.”

In fact, he wanted to ask, “Are you unhappy when you stay with me? If not, why have you never laughed so merrily in front of me?”.

However, when he had the words on the tip of his tongue, he realized that Theresa was unhappy because of pressure from her family.

If he put himself in her shoes, he wouldn’t be happy either.

Therefore, he didn’t ask her.

He knew Theresa was under great pressure to stay with him, but there was nothing he could do for her.

“Theresa, if you feel you’re too tired, I…” He paused when he meant to say he would let her go. It was easy to think in his mind, but he realized it wasn’t so easy when he wanted to say it out loud, he looked up, “I’m not willing to let you go.”

Theresa seemed to realize the contradiction in him, looked him in the eye and said, “I know.”

“I will do good and accumulate the merits in the future, I hope the god will have mercy on us and let us have a successful child, so we won’t have to worry about the child again.” Armand took her in his arms.

Theresa leaned into his arms, “Let’s go out.”

Armand agreed, they went to eat and then to see a movie that was very popular lately, there were a lot of people.

Most movies nowadays liked to include some feeling scenes, so those who were sensitive would shed tears at the movies.

Theresa also considered herself sensitive, Armand told her that she would cry because she was a woman.

“Men don’t cry?” Theresa gave him a dirty look.

Armand said, “Men cry too, but it’s harder, this kind of sentimental scene still can’t make me cry.”

Theresa grabbed his arm and bit him hard, Armand didn’t move, just frowned slightly, it was painful.

Theresa was unhappy and was venting on him, but she didn’t realize his strength. She only noticed when his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, then she immediately let go of his arm.

There was a deep row of teeth marks, some places were bleeding.

“Why don’t you tell me it’s painful?” asked Theresa. Armand said, “It’s not painful, why should I say it’s painful?”.

Theresa was speechless.

“It’s not painful, is it? Okay, then I’ll bite you again!”. Theresa tugged on his arm, pretending she wanted to bite him again, but Armand still didn’t move, she said, “I’ll do it like the marks you left. I’ll go to the tattoo studio and get the teeth marks tattooed on my arm, okay?”

“Are you a freak?” Theresa couldn’t understand his thinking at all. “You’re a lawyer, having a tattoo on your arm will make other people feel you’re not a serious lawyer when they see you. Besides, teeth marks don’t look good, what will it be like to have a circle tattooed on his arm?”

“You can if you want to have a tattoo, just tattoo me on my heart!” Theresa pointed to his chest.

Armand laughed and grabbed her hand pointing to his chest; he held it tightly and kissed it. He put one of his arms around Theresa while with another hand in his pocket, then spoke as he walked, “Let’s go find a tattoo studio and I’ll tattoo you on my heart, I’ll let the tattoo artist use the best tattoo ink, that can’t be removed by any method.”

“Do they have that kind of ink?” Theresa continued with her words and chartered.

“We can go ask,” Armand said smiling.

Theresa was unwilling to go, “Will they think you’re crazy?”

Armand said, “Do I look like a crazy person?”.

Theresa looked him up and down and then curved her lips, “You look like a raving lunatic!”.

She ran off quickly after saying this, Armand then chased after her, “Don’t run.”

“No!” Theresa turned her head to look at him as she ran.

Armand ran very fast and caught her finally.

“Ah…

Armand hugged her back, “You can’t run anymore, can you?” his lips touched her face as he spoke; Theresa then pushed his face away and said, “We’re on the public road.”

“But we haven’t done anything.”

Armand slipped his arm around her waist, “Let’s go home.”

Theresa said, “Let’s walk back; I want to take a walk.”

Armand agreed, as her house was not too far away.

They arrived at the entrance of their housing development after walking for about thirty minutes; they could see from a distance that there were two familiar people walking in front of the entrance.

Theresa touched Armand, pointed to the entrance and asked, “Is that them in front of the entrance?”.

Armand glanced in the direction Theresa pointed, the people walking in front of the entrance, were his litigants. He had taken the case, so the mother and younger brother of the deceased were his current litigants.

Theresa looked at him, “They’re looking for you because they need your help?”

“Maybe.” Armand took Theresa’s hand and crossed the street, walking toward them.

“Mr. Bernie.” The woman and her son stepped forward at the sight of him.

“What’s wrong?” asked Armand.

The woman looked dreadful, and her son didn’t look good either, they looked at Armand and seemed to have trouble initiating conversation.

“Hmm… Mr. Bernie, it’s because…”

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