Armand Bernie was tensed up as Theresa Gordon was Dolores Flores’ spokesperson. How was he
going to explain this?
"Stop crying please." Armand approached her to comfort her, but as soon as his hand touched her
shoulder, she pushed it away, "Get away from me! I don’t want to see you again! You are so
disgusting".
She couldn't stop shivering as she recalled what happened last night which made her stomach churn.
Armand’s expression changed, but he did not let out his dissatisfaction. In fact, as a man, he did not
suffer any loss by any means in this matter.
Not to mention that this was not his first time but was Theresa’s first time.
In a delirious state, she lost her most valuable thing as a woman. So, he didn’t get angry even she
raised her voice.
"She's outside and just knocked on the door." Armand stared at her. He hoped she could calm down
and solve the most urgent problem first.
Theresa’s tears came to a sudden halt. She raised her crimson eyes, "What then?"
Oh, no. It was so shameful.
She snatched the blanket and wrapped it around herself. It was so shameful that she could not face
anyone.
"Stay calm." "How about we pretend to be in a relationship?" Armand comforted her.
It was far better than being caught in a one-night stand.
It was natural to sleep together if they were in a relationship.
It wouldn't be that humiliating.
"No way!" Theresa lifted the blanket. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"How could such a silly thing happen if it wasn't you who insisted let me drink? Hmm…"
Armand grabbed the pillow she'd thrown at him. He then raced up to cover her lips and said, "You are
so loud, do you want everyone to know we slept together last night?"
Theresa rolled her eyes and shook her head. She didn't want to.
It was really too humiliating.
"Let's simply pretend to be in a relationship, after some time we claim that we are not suitable for each
other and we break up, then it won't be too awkward, what do you think?" Armand could see she didn't
want others to know, so he took advantage of the situation to bring up the suggestion to pretend to be a
couple.
He planned to fool Dolores first.
Theresa paused for a while, but still, she didn’t change her mind to agree on what he was going to do.
Armand took a long breath and wondered why this woman was so stubborn.
"Alright, as a man, for me, it was nothing more than a one-night stand. It’s not a big deal, I'll just tell
them that we got drunk and slept together last night." Armand said while he was pretending to open the
door.
Theresa was panicked.
Armand grasped the door handle and acted like he was trying to open it.
"Please wait." Theresa’s mind was racing. She then agreed with what Armand said. It was more
preferable to pretend to be a couple with him for a short while than admitting that they had a one-night
stand. She clearly knew that there were so many people that they would have to face and it was simply
too humiliating if they admitted directly.
"I promise you, we'll pretend to be a couple first." Theresa had to get up the nerve to agree with his
suggestion.
Armand had had a good explanation in his mind. He opened the door, but then he found that there was
no one there longer. He stuck out his head and found that Dolores had returned to her room.
Dolores believed she was too impulsive that she shouldn't have knocked on their door at that time, that
was, regardless of what their relationship was, she shouldn't have gone to knock on their door.
She was simply too shocked. Once she had calmed down, she recognized there was something wrong
with what she had done, so she prepared to leave.
She didn’t want them to be ashamed and couldn’t face her.
"Ms Flores," exclaimed Armand.
Dolores turned around to see Armand sticking his head out, "I have something to tell you when we eat
breakfast later," he said.
Dolores nodded and pulled open the door to the room. She originally wanted to walk outside for some
fresh air, but she was no longer in the mood as she was wondering what Armand was about to say.
Was he going to tell her about what happened between him and Theresa?
The curtains were drawn and the room was dark. Dolores sat at the bedside absentmindedly.
Theresa was not an easy girl. They had just known one other for a short time, how could ...
"Can you tell me what you're thinking?" Matthew Nelson awoke from his sleep and saw Dolores had
dressed and got up. He found her sitting at the bedside and stared blankly. He turned over and
stretched across her waist. He put his hand around her slim waist and gently let Dolores fell into his
arms.
Matthew buried his face into Dolores’ neck and sniffed the smell of her body. His voice was as hoarse
as usual when he was just awake, "Why are you up so early?"
Dolores was so concentrated on Armand’s presence in Theresa’s room, and it was so obvious that he
had spent the night in Theresa’s room the night before.
"How do you describe Armand?"
Theresa had been following her for a long time. Despite the fact that she was Chinese, but she was
adopted by a foreigner and was raised overseas.
She followed her to go back to China. She must be responsible to take care of her since she was all
alone here.
"What are you asking him for?" Matthew said as he abruptly raised his head and looked at Dolores.
"I saw him come out of Theresa's room," Dolores said as she turned to look at him.
Matthew blinked, his long eyelashes spread out a few times. It took a few seconds for him to
understand it.
Theresa and Armand?
"..." Matthew was speechless.
He raised his hand and rested his arm on his brow. This man took quick action.
"I’m asking you a question. Theresa has no relatives, she followed me back here, I have to be
accountable for her. Is Armand a reliable person?" Dolores urged him.
"He... is quite good." Matthew rolled over with his back to Dolores.
He could neither betray his friend nor defraud his wife.
Dolores sensed something was wrong. It was evident that he was avoiding it. She grabbed his
shoulders and forced him to face her. Meanwhile, her tone was a little more serious. "Be honest."
"When will you let me sleep with you. I am a normal man, I can’t stand this...," Matthew said as he
wrapped his hands around her.
"I'm talking to you seriously, if you do this again, I'll get angry," Dolores pressed his face.
Matthew lifted his head miserably and wondered why he would end up like this.
He glanced up at the sky solemnly, he felt that he was the saddest man in the world.
"I'm going to ask Boyce Shawn." While he was talking, Dolores wanted to get up but Matthew held her
even tighter, as compared to maintain their friendship, it was more important to please his wife.
"He used to have a girlfriend and the girl was his first love but then they broke up, which hit him hard,
for many years, he has not been serious about finding a partner. For this time, he may be serious,
otherwise..."
He gave Dolores a glance and signalled her that she could be able to understand. He used the chance
to put his arms around hers and said, "I have never been in a relationship before."
He focused on his profession once he took over the company. The main reason was that he barely had
any free time, and the second reason was that he couldn’t meet the one he had a feeling for.
"You pay me back."
The lust in his body was so strong that all his muscles were tensing.
He felt that he would be tortured to death sooner or later.
Men were highly sensitive in the morning and the sensation became stronger in the presence of the
lady they liked.
His breathing became deeper as he softly shouted her name, "Lola"
"I don't like a man who spends his entire day thinking about sex."
Dolores was harsh and discouraging.
"..." Matthew was speechless.
What she said to put out his raging desire and even the traces of desire were gone.
"Sooner or later, I will have died because of you," Matthew said as he turned over and stared at the
ceiling.
He had no idea what was wrong with him and why he always wanted to sleep with her.
He wanted to coax her to sleep with him.
But she was not easy to be coaxed.
But she was not easy to be coaxed.
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