Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 488 I Miss You

Armand Bernie and Boyce Shawn looked at each other, saying again almost at the same time, “You
can’t fall asleep even if you go back now, the sleepiness has gone already, why not let’s have a drink
together?”

Getting drunk made someone sleep easier.

Their thought was too obvious, Matthew Nelson knew what they were thinking of when they just started
to talk. It seemed that Matthew wanted to get drunk also, so he agreed.

Coming out from the company, they went to find a quieter bar together in one car.

They had ordered two bottles of imported spirits and a fruit plate.

The yellow light brightened the whole private room, the air-conditioner under the roof was blowing the
cold air slowly.

Armand poured the liquor, he looked up and glanced at Boyce, “We’re friends, but you’re so mean.”

Boyce glanced at Armand coldly, for this person, Boyce knew what he was thinking in his mind.

Without waiting him to speak, Boyce had explained, “Don’t think too much, that girl is too young, I’m not
interested. I will be punished for finding a girl who is so young.”

Boyce looked at Matthew when he talked, he then purposely asked, “Right?”

Matthew narrowed his eyes, he felt a bit annoyed listening to this sentence, he drank and his tone was
a bit cold, “I’m in a bad mood.”

It seemed like he was giving Boyce a warning that he didn’t have the mood to joke and not to mention
about Dolores Flores in front of him.



When he listened of this name now, he felt the chest tightness which made him almost can’t breathe.
He missed her so much, he didn’t even dare to go back to the bungalow. When he stayed alone, he
couldn’t fall asleep, so he could only numb himself by doing endless work to make himself have no time
to think about her.

Boyce sighed, “Both of you seem to be so upset, even I, am afraid of being in a relationship now. Why
can’t you guys set a good example for me?”

They had given him a psychic trauma.

“Don’t envy him.” Armand sat beside him and flung the arm around his neck with a serious face, “To be
honest, that girl looks very pretty, don’t be insatiable.”

“Really don’t think too much.” Boyce was going to suffer from heart attack under Armand’s torture, was
it that he would think about that aspect every time when there was a woman beside him?

He was just entrusted by someone, he didn’t have other thought.

“She is just at her first year in university, if I were to… Is it crazy?” Boyce took away Armand’s arm
which was around his neck, “I will find someone who is about the same age with me, if I were to coax a
wimpy kid every day, does it mean that I marry a woman or raise a daughter?”

Armand lied lazily on the couch, looking at Boyce’s eyes which seemed like going to tear him apart and
swallow him, so that he wouldn’t be here and irritate Boyce.

“About the same age with you? Your subordinates are eligible. All the people around you are males,
rarely you can meet a female, but you’re still being so fake. Being fake is okay, but does finding a
young girl irritate you?”



Although Armand wasn’t older than Matthew, but Theresa Gordon wasn’t older than Dolores as well. To
calculate it, Armand and Matthew were both having an age difference of about seven to eight years old
with their wives.

They were adult already and they knew what a relationship was, when they could kiss with someone,
their wives were still in primary school.

Now they were almost thirty years old, but their wives were just twenty something, still young and
youthful.

Did he mean that they were having May-December relationships?

“Armand, I realize that you’re talking without having to think?” Boyce frowned, he thought that Boyce
was such a jerk.

Boyce really wished that Theresa would come back and deal with this bastard, if not he would be out of
control.

“Boyce, let’s make a bet. If you find a young one, you will wear a bra on the wedding night and stand
on the table dancing for me, are you dare?”

Boyce didn’t want to talk to him, he was too bored to make a meaningless bet with Armand.

“You don’t dare?” Armand poured the liquor.

“I’m just don’t want to talk to you.”

“You don’t dare.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“You’re just afraid if you really like that first-year student, so you don’t dare to make a bet with me!”



“No!”

“Then why don’t you bet with me?”

Boyce looked at Armand, he was in a bad mood, “I don’t want to bet with you because I think this is
meaningless.”

Armand moved near him, “What do you think is meaningful?”

He looked at Boyce’s lower part, Boyce didn’t have a girlfriend before. He understood well that a man
would have sexual desire since puberty, he must already have the sexual desire at this age.

Armand was curious, how did Boyce settle it normally.

“I don’t believe that you didn’t have the desire before.”

Boyce laughed coldly, “You think that everyone is the same as you? You’re shameless.”

“I’m behaving normal, but you’re abnormal.”

“Nonsense, you’re not behaving normal, you just want to mate.”

“How can you talk in this way?” Armand took the liquor and forced it into his mouth, “Let’s wash your
mouth, so that you can talk properly next time.”

“Begone… Uh, damn you, Armand——” Armand was really forcing the liquor into his mouth, the liquor
which was not swallowed was flowing down his neck, making the smell all over his body.

Boyce pushed Armand away and pulled his collar, he wiped his neck and his eyes looked fiercely at
Armand, “Let me tell you, you’re just lacking self-control, it’s not normal okay? Is being promiscuous
considered normal? Armand, have some respect to yourself, if you’re still behaving like this and don’t
want to change, Theresa will definitely abandon you.”



Armand’s face had changed once Boyce mentioned about Theresa, Boyce was really aiming on his
wound and stabbing it.

“Can you don’t rub salt into my wound?”

He was just being promiscuous before he was in a relationship with Theresa. He was doing wrong
about the matter related to Phoebe Lewis, he was not being honest enough with Theresa, hence
causing a misunderstanding which had hurt her.

During these few months when Theresa had left, he was living in sorrow and trouble, the scene that
Theresa disappeared in the fire appeared in his mind during every night when he couldn’t sleep.

He had woken up with a start from his dream for many times.

The atmosphere in the room became silent because of Boyce mentioning about Theresa. Without the
noises from Armand and Boyce, even the air was freezing with boredom.

For the two bottles of liquor ordered just now, Matthew had drunk one bottle while another bottle was
empty already. He felt that he hadn’t drunk enough, but the liquor had finished already, so he asked the
waiter to send another two.

Boyce didn’t stop him, just drinking. There was no one talking, they just kept on drinking without eating
anything.

These two bottles were soon finished, Boyce didn’t drink too much, so he was still conscious. However,
Armand and Matthew had drunk too much, they were half-lying on the couch, the room was full of
liquor smell.

Although he was not drunk, but he drank a lot too, so for sure he couldn’t drive. He could only give
Abbott Baron a call to let him come and fetch them.



They brought two of the men who were drunk into the car one by one, then sent them home.

They had sent Matthew first. The bodyguards outside the bungalow were withdrawn after Dolores left,
so there was only Coral staying alone in the bungalow.

Seeing that Matthew was drunk, Coral immediately made a cup of honey water for him after Boyce and
Abbott left.

The light was not switched on in the dim room, the window was not tightly closed, the wind was blowing
the curtain sometimes.

Coral served the honey water beside the bed and asked, “Drink some water…”

“Get out.” Coral was interrupted when she hadn’t even finished talking.

The man that Boyce thought that he was drunk and unconscious, was talking in a clear voice now.

Coral put the honey water on the table and sighed, she turned and walked outside, then closed the
door.

There was a tall person lying on the stomach in the large bed, one side of his face sank in the pillow.
With his head facing on one side, he looked at the empty place beside him, it was the place where
Dolores slept before.

He stretched his arm, seemed like he wanted to feel her warmth when she was here, but the place that
he could reach with his fingers was cold.

His heart had also become cold, the fingers on the blanket curled up tightly and slowly, the blanket was
folded and became messy soon in his hand.

He buried his face in the pillow, his hoarse voice was full of sadness, “I miss you.”



Initially he thought that he wouldn’t think of her anymore by getting drunk, but the more he was getting
drunk, his mind became clearer. His mind was full of Dolores’s looks, how was she now?

How were their children?

Meanwhile at City C.


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