Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap
Chapter 307 Seems Like... It's Because of You

Boyce told the waiter to take a clean glass over and poured the alcohol for him, "Why don't you tell me?"

Matthew glanced sideways at him, "When did you become such a gossip?"

Boyce sighed, "I was thinking like, it's almost new year, thinking that the three of us can get together and talk to you about Sampson, who knows that I come to see Armand drinking alone in depression because of many troubles, I thought that it'd be good if you came, who knows that you're not in a good mood either."

Matthew lifted the glass of alcohol that Boyce poured, drank it all in one go, loosened his collar, and put down the alcohol glass heavily... Dolores had brought the two children there today.

He could clearly sense that Dolores and Victoria were pretty close.

They didn't seem like they had met each other for so many times, but they seemed very close.

That made him felt uneasy.

They could be so close, it would mean that they secretly contacted each other.

But Dolores had never taken the initiative to mention about her and Victoria.

"Boyce, what should I do to get Theresa back?" Armand was quite drunk, he stood up swaying as he put his arm on Boyce's neck, "She was very determined of leaving, I really don't know what I should do." Boyce frowned and spoke in disdain, "You reek of alcohol, get away from me."

The more Boyce said that, the tighter Armand held him, "Getting held in my arms is respectful for you, you're so old but you don't even have a woman, you're even sadder than me." Boyce was speechless.

"If it were me, I would leave you too." Boyce made him feel worse.

Armand was sad, but he didn't resent him.

He usually wouldn't let him off.

Boyce sighed, "Look at you, so tipsy, use your sincerity if you want to get her back, it's best to talk about it clearly and draw a clear line with Phoebe, you should give her a sense of security."

"What is sense of security?" Armand stood up and patted his own chest, "I have explained to her that Phoebe was just my first love and we have broken up, I had no feelings for her since long ago, but she just won't believe me, I said that there's nothing between me and Phoebe, she won't believe me."

"Did you meet Phoebe and she saw it?" Boyce asked.

He felt that Theresa wouldn't have such resolute attitude for no reason.

Armand sniffed, "Phoebe said she left me back then because she couldn't have a child and she didn't want to trouble me, now she comes back because she can't forget me, she keeps asking me to be with her for a night..."

"What?" Boyce banged the table in annoyance, "Armand, do you have a brain? You're married, you were together with your ex girlfriend for the night? Are you crazy?"

"We didn't do anything, just simply staying in her house for the night, I thought that it was not her fault for leaving back then, so I just compromised." Armand spoke softer and softer, he felt that he was wrong for that matter and he should have told Theresa in advance.

"Now, how can I get her back?" Armand asked.

Boyce shrugged, "I can not do anything, but I think you should still use sincerity..."

Buzz...

At that time, Matthew's cellphone inside his pocket rang, he took his cellphone out, seeing the caller ID on the screen, his eyes looked serious as he pressed the accept button and put it by his ear.

"It's me."

Matthew softly said yes.

"Bring them over tomorrow noon."

Matthew softly said yes again.

The other side hung up, he then put his cellphone down too.

Boyce looked at him, "Your uncle?"

Matthew didn't speak, he looked serious without saying anything, Boyce was quite for some time, he then lifted his hand to pour the alcohol, smiled, and said, "Even if you don't like getting advantage of the Harris family, and you're not even willing to use the Harris family reputation for your convenience, he still treats you well, I don't understand what you're worried about."

"Dolores and Victoria are close..."

At that time, the door of the room was opened.

Matthew stopped talking and glanced, leaning back calmly to avoid the light, his entire face was in the dark.

The waiters wore the same clothes, lined up, and put the dishes one by one to the table.

In the end, the waiter said, "Call me again if there's anything you need."

Boyce waved his hand, "I got it, get out."

The waiter bowed, left the room, and closed the door.

Boyce gave it thought and said, "Because of your mother, that side and Jayden didn't get along for years, you're afraid of Dolores and Victoria getting close, and they'll be unhappy because of it?" Matthew took a sip of the alcohol, "I don't like how they are so close either."

He somehow felt that because of Victoria, Jolene....

If Jayden and Victoria didn't get involved back then, how could he marry her when it was yet a month after Jolene passed away, he couldn't hold back?

Even if Victoria liked him, she wouldn't agree to it.

He had never been able to let go of that matter.

That meal was tasteless for Boyce, each of them had their own worries, making he seem feel alienated, he had nothing to worry about and nothing bothering him.

When everything was over, Boyce sent Armand home, he was quite drunk, he probably wouldn't get home if no one else had sent him home.

Armand didn't sit still in the car, he would either whine or toss and turn, Boyce glanced at him and sighed, "Why are you so weak to alcohol? You become like this just after a few glasses?"

As if Armand didn't listen to him, he shouted, "I'm sad."

"Hold it." Boyce was going to bring him home, thinking that he said Theresa was taking care of Mrs. Leslie, he thought, Armand was so drunk so he should let Theresa know that everything happened because of her.

He turned the car around at the intersection up front, and drove towards the hospital.

In the hospital, Mrs. Leslie had yet to regain her consciousness, Theresa stayed by her side, she didn't dare to leave, afraid that there was no one that could take care of Mrs. Leslie when she woke up. Someone pushed the ward's door open, Boyce walked in as he was supporting Armand, Theresa stood up from the chair, looked at Boyce and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's drunk." Boyce glanced around the room, there was no place for him to sleep, the only place for him to lie down was a small two-seat sofa.

VIP ward was already so personalized, it had everything, not much different from a home, it was just a bit small and it had no bed inside.

"The nurse said that we can have extra bed, I'll ask them for an extra bed." the sofa was so small, it would be hard for Armand to curl up in it. Boyce thought that Theresa was still very concerned about him, he then nodded, "Okay."

Theresa went to the nurse station and asked for an extra bed, because they were in the VIP ward, the service was also great... Soon, someone pushed a bed inside and placed it against the wall. Boyce put him up, "He seems slim, but he's still quite heavy."

Theresa poured some water and handed it to him, "Why did he drink so much?"

Boyce accepted and took two sips of the water, he then paused for a moment before saying, "He's in a bad mood." he looked at Theresa, "Seems like... It's because of you." Theresa turned around and lowered her head.

Boyce softly patted her shoulders, "Armand met Phoebe was indeed his lack of consideration, he cried and regretted it, what about giving him another chance?”‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒☐☐☐