Chapter 307: Chapter 307



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Boyce told the bartender to bring him a clean glass and poured the alcohol, “Why don’t you tell me about it.”

Matthew gave him a sidelong glance, “Since when did you become such a gossip?”.

Boyce sighed, “I was thinking since it’s almost New Year’s, I was thinking the three of us could get together and talk to you about Sampson, who knew I’d see Armand drinking alone in depression for a lot of trouble, I thought it would be good for you to come, how was I to know you weren’t in a good mood either?”

Matthew picked up the glass of alcohol Boyce poured him, drank it all in one gulp, loosened his shirt collar and set the glass of alcohol down hard…. Dolores had brought the two children today.

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

It didn’t seem like they had seen each other that many times, but they seemed very close.

That made him uneasy.

That they were so close would mean that they were secretly in touch.

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 around Boyce’s neck, “She was very determined to leave, I really don’t know what I should do.”

Boyce frowned and spoke with disdain, “You reek of alcohol, get away from me.”

The more Boyce said, the tighter Armand hugged him, “Being in my arms is respectful to you, you’re so old, but you don’t even have a wife, you’re even sadder than me.”

Boyce was speechless.

“If it were me, I’d leave you too.” Boyce made him feel worse.

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

Normally he wouldn’t leave him.

Boyce sighed, “Look at you, so affected, use your sincerity if you want to get her back, it’s best to talk it out clearly and draw a clear line with Phoebe, you must give her a sense of security.”

“What is a sense of security?” Armand stood up and patted his chest, “I have explained to her that Phoebe was only my first love and that we have broken up, that I haven’t felt anything for her for a long time, but she doesn’t believe me, I have told her that there is nothing between Phoebe and me, she doesn’t believe me.”

“You ran into Phoebe and she saw it?” Boyce asked.

It seemed to him that Theresa wouldn’t have such a determined attitude for no reason.

Armand snorted, “Phoebe said she left me then because she couldn’t have a child and didn’t want to bother me, now she’s back because she can’t forget me, she kept asking me to be with her one night…”

“What?” Boyce pounded the table in annoyance, “Armand, do you have a brain, you’re married and you’ve been with your ex-girlfriend for one night, are you crazy?”

“We didn’t do anything, we just stayed at her house overnight, I figured it wasn’t her fault for leaving back then, so I caved.” Armand spoke softer and softer, he felt he had been wrong for that matter and that he should have warned Theresa.

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

Boyce shrugged, “There’s nothing I can do, but I think you should use sincerity…”

Buzz…

At that moment, Matthew’s phone rang inside his pocket, he pulled out the phone, seeing the caller ID on the screen, his eyes looked serious as he hit the accept button and put it next to his ear.

“It’s me.”

Matthew softly said yes.

“Bring them by tomorrow at noon.” Matthew softly said yes again.

The other side hung up, then put down his cell phone as well.

Boyce looked at him, “Your uncle?”

Matthew didn’t speak, he looked serious without saying anything, Boyce was quiet for a while, then he raised his hand to pour the alcohol, smiled and said, “Even if you don’t like to take advantage of the Harris Family, and you’re not even willing to use the Harris Family’s 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 moment the door to the room opened.

Matthew stopped talking and looked in, quietly leaning back to avoid the light, his whole face was in darkness.

The waiters wore the same clothes, lined up and placed the plates one by one on the table.

Finally, the waiter said, “Call me again if you need anything.”

Boyce waved his hand, “I’ve got it, go away.”

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

Boyce thought about it and said, “Because of your mother, that side and Jayden didn’t get along for years, are you afraid Dolores and Victoria will become closer and be unhappy because of it?”

Matthew took a sip of alcohol, “I don’t like them being that close either.” Somehow he felt that because of Victoria, Jolene….

If Jayden and Victoria weren’t involved back then, how could he marry her a month after Jolene’s death, he couldn’t help himself.

Even if he liked Vicotira, he wouldn’t agree.

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

That meal was bland for Boyce, everyone had their own concerns, which made him feel oblivious, he had nothing to worry about and nothing to bother him.

When it was all over, Boyce sent Armand home, he was quite drunk, he probably wouldn’t make it home if no one had sent him.

Armand wouldn’t sit still in the car, he was moaning or tossing and turning, Boyce looked at him and sighed, “Why are you so weak to alcohol, do you get like this only after a few drinks?”.

As if Armand didn’t hear him, he shouted, “I’m sad.”

“Wait.” Boyce was going to drive him home, thinking he had said Theresa was taking care of Mrs. Leslie, he thought Armand was so drunk he should let Theresa know it had all happened because of him.

He turned the car around at the intersection across the street, and drove to the hospital.

At the hospital, Mrs. Leslie had not yet regained consciousness, Theresa stayed by her side, not daring to leave, afraid that there would be no one to attend to Mrs. Leslie when she woke up.

Someone pushed the door to the living room, Boyce entered while holding Armand, Theresa rose 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 to sleep, the only place to lie down was a small two-seater sofa.

The VIP room was already very personalized, it had everything, it wasn’t much different than a house, it was just a little small and had no bed in it.

“The nurse said we can have an extra bed, I’ll ask them for an extra bed,” the couch was so small that Armand would have a hard time curling up on it.

Boyce thought Theresa was still very worried about him, so he nodded, “Okay.”

Theresa headed to the nurses’ station and asked for an extra bed, since they were in the VIP room, the restroom was also large…. Soon, someone brought a bed inside and placed it against the wall.

Boyce pulled it up, “It looks thin, but it’s still pretty heavy.”

Theresa poured him some water and handed it to him, “Why did you drink so much?”.

Boyce agreed and took two sips of the water, then paused for a moment before saying, “He’s in a bad mood,” he looked at Theresa , “It looks like…it’s because of you.”

Theresa turned away and lowered her head.

Boyce gently patted her shoulders, “Armand seeing Phoebe was really his lack of consideration, he cried and regretted it, how about you give him another chance?”

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