“Haha-” Amanda burst into laughter suddenly.
She was amused by Armand’s words, “Why does Uncle Boyce look like a big fat fish?”
Dolores pulled her into her arms, asking her to be quiet.
Rubbing her hair, she said, “Be a good girl.”
Amanda nodded obediently.
Armand just thought that Boyce was so stupid, “Does your boss want his daughter to marry you?”
Boyce nodded honestly. He could feel it, and Officer Miller did mean it.
Armand sneered, “Since he wants his daughter to marry you, why did he marry her to another man
earlier?”
“She didn’t agree to marry me before.”
Upon hearing it, Armand disliked Wendy more, “She didn’t agree before, but now has she realized how
good you are?”
After a pause, he asked in a colder and harsh tone, “Are you a backup?”
“Stop criticizing.” Boyce took a sip of the water.
“It’s not that I’m criticizing your relationship. It’s the truth. She didn’t like you before. After divorcing, she
liked you. What kind of woman is that?” Armand disdained such a kind of woman, “Boyce, we’re all
close friends. Tell us. What are you thinking of? Do you really like her? If you truly like her so much, we
won’t disagree.”
Boyce felt annoyed. He kept filling his water glass.
Dolores cast a glance at Armand, “Please stop it.”
“I don’t want to mind his business, but I’m afraid he would suffer loss, be deceived, and regret it.”
Armand also gulped down mouthful water, “You must spend the whole life with your wife. You must
choose for yourself. I won’t stay for dinner tonight then. I’ve met her. I’m still busy. Gotta go now.”
After finishing his words, Armand pulled the chair away and looked at Boyce, “Boyce, forgive me, but I
don’t like this woman at all, no matter what.”
Then he walked out of the box.
Dolores felt quite disappointed as Wendy didn’t like Boyce in the beginning and came back to him after
the divorce.
She agreed with Armand - Boyce was just a backup.
Boyce was an outstanding man, but how could she do that?
“Dolores, what do you think?” Boyce looked over at Dolores in confusion.
His mind was in a mess now.
He knew that Wendy and he didn’t fit in all kinds of ways, but he believed that the current status was
his life now - as long as he could find someone to marry and live on.
“She can’t decide for your own love. The most important is what you yourself think,” Matthew answered
on Dolores’s behalf.
Boyce was quiet.
He had already convinced himself. However, after Armand criticized him, he couldn’t keep calm at all.
He felt as if he had made a wrong decision.
Out of the box, Armand bumped into Wendy, who came back from the ladies’.
Seeing him, Wendy asked with a smile, “Are you leaving? We haven’t had dinner yet.”
“I got something urgent to deal with.” He bypassed her. After a few steps, he stopped, “Excuse me,
Miss Miller.”
Wendy maintained her smile and asked, “Yes, Mr. Bernie?”
“Miss Miller, may I ask you a question, please? What do you like about Boyce?”
Wendy answered without any hesitation, “He’s a good man. I like the way he is.”
“Why didn’t you like him before but started liking him after divorce?” Armand asked harshly.
Wendy could hardly maintain the smile, “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean? Miss Miller, you are a smart woman. You should know it.” Armand snorted, “One
should have the integrity. You can’t bully an honest man. Otherwise, you’ll get your karma.”
Wendy finally couldn’t keep smiling at all. She even couldn’t maintain being graceful. She said in a cold
tone, “Is it just because I’ve divorced, I can’t have the right to be happy?”
“Do you think being with Boyce is your happiness?” Armand felt ridiculous.
“Yes. I feel happy when being with him.”
Armand laughed, “Since you like him, why did you refuse him in the beginning. You feel happy, but how
about him? Have you asked if he’s happy? Miss Miller, do you only care about your own feeling but
ignore others?”
“You...”
“I just feel sorry for my friend. Miss Miller, please don’t mind.”
After finishing his words, Armand strode away.
Wendy was standing motionlessly, glaring at Armand’s receding figure, “You should mind your own
fucking business.”
Armand hears her words but ignored her. He walked out of the restaurant lobby, pulled out the car key,
and pressed the unlock button. The headlight of a car sparkled. He walked over and pulled the door
open. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He was so angry that Wendy did cherish Boyce
in the beginning, but after she divorced and became second-handed, she went back to Boyce. What a
shameless woman she was!
He started the engine but didn’t drive away immediately. He looked up the route to City C on his cell
phone.
It was dark in the evening, so Armand didn’t drive fast. He made up his mind so suddenly, so he didn’t
bring anything to see Theresa.
At past four in the morning, he arrived in City C. He finally arrived at Theresa’s apartment at five
o’clock.
Theresa was staying in the apartment that Dolores and she used to stay in. Now she was alone. When
it was five o’clock in the morning, she was still sleeping. She was woken up by the doorbell. Before
sobering up, she went to open the door in pajamas, “Who is it?”
Opening the door, she found that Armand stood at the door. His clothes were wrinkled. There were two
big dark circles under his eyes. He mentioned that he would come over to find her today, but Theresa
thought that he was kidding. After all, she had just come back for two days.
“Why... Why did you come here for real?”
Armand smiled, “I missed you, so I came here.”
Theresa was a bit touched. She said, “Please come in...”
Armand hugged her. She gaped. He pressed his head on her shoulder and whispered, “I miss you so
much.”
Theresa didn’t respond, just standing there motionlessly. After a long while, she said, “Come in. Don’t
stand at the door.”
Armand let go of her.
Theresa closed the door and asked, “Are you going to take a nap?”
He had such big dark circles. She guessed that he had stayed up overnight.
Armand shook his head, “I’m not sleepy yet.”
Theresa poured a glass of water for him and sat on the sofa. She asked, “What does Boyce’s girlfriend
do? How did they get to know each other?”
“Gee. That’s a good question.” Armand took a sip of the water, “She’s a divorced woman. A few years
ago, she didn’t like Boyce. Now she’s divorced, so she came back to him. Boyce is still a virgin. That
woman doesn’t deserve him!”
Theresa supported her chin and looked at him, blinking, “Are you?” she asked.
“What am I?” Armand was confused.
“A virgin. Are you a virgin?” Theresa curled up her lips into a smile, but her eyes looked quite serious.
Armand felt a bit creepy.
He almost sprayed out the water in his mouth, feeling as if he had shot himself on his foot.
“Theresa, could we stop talking about things that had happened in the past, please?” Armand fawned
on her by grabbing the sleeves of her upper pajama, looking aggrievedly, “If I had known that I would
meet you in my life, I would keep my virginity. I promise you. I wouldn’t lay a finger on any other woman
in the future besides you.”
Theresa supported her chin and looked at him, blinking, “Are you?” she asked.
“What am |?” Armand was confused.
“A virgin. Are you a virgin?” Theresa curled up her lips into a smile, but her eyes looked quite serious.
Armand felt a bit creepy.
He almost sprayed out the water in his mouth, feeling as if he had shot himself on his foot.
“Theresa, could we stop talking about things that had happened in the past, please?” Armand fawned
on her by grabbing the sleeves of her upper pajama, looking aggrievedly, “If | had known that | would
meet you in my life, | would keep my virginity. | promise you. | wouldn't lay a finger on any other woman
in the future besides you.”
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