Chapter 308: Chapter 308



Theresa lowered her head, “You still don’t understand what I really care about.”

What she wanted was that Armand could be honest with her and not keep any secrets between them. She hoped he could tell her everything about himself, whether it was about his parents or about Phoebe.

She thought honesty was the most important quality for couples or lovers.

He kept insisting that nothing had happened between Phoebe and him.

However, why didn’t he tell her first at the time?

In fact, he had plenty of opportunities to tell her. Even if he forgot to tell her on a call, he should also tell her when he met her in the office. However, he said nothing.

“You can’t provide me with a sense of security. So it’s better that we’re apart now than that we hurt each other.”

Boyce watched Theresa’s back. He hadn’t expected her to be so determined and really assertive.

Armand would have to work hard for himself if he wanted to get her forgiveness and for her to accept it.

The part that could help him in that was really limited.

“Then I’ll just leave it to you. I still have some business to take care of. Do you need me to call someone to assist you if you’re too busy taking care of him?” Boyce was actually free, but he felt he wanted to give them space to get along.

“No need, I can take care of him by myself. If I can’t do it, I’ll call a temporary caregiver.” Theresa didn’t want to bother Boyce either.

“That’s just fine. Call me if there’s anything you need my help with.” said Boyce.

Theresa nodded.

Boyce left after that. Theresa walked him to the door. She watched his back as he left. Then Theresa closed the door to the living room.

Armand was lying there in his coat.

He was in pain because he had drunk like a fish. Armand kept muttering, “Sick, I feel sick.”

Theresa came over and stood by the bed. Then, she asked him, “Where is the part that makes you feel sick?”.

She didn’t know if Armand was really in a state of unconsciousness or if he was pretending to be. She rolled over in bed. “I’m really bad. I feel bad all over. I feel sick at heart.”

Theresa had done some fighting in her heart. “Since you’re here, I’ll just take care of you for this time.”

She reached down and took off his coat. Armand, however, was not cooperating. He was lying down and not moving at all. Thus, Theresa could not get the other sleeve of his coat off.

She frowned and said, “Armand.”

Armand was stunned, “Hmm?”

“You’ll be uncomfortable if you sleep in the coat. Make a move and I’ll help you take off your coat.”

Armand opened his eyes and looked like he had just seen Theresa in his semi-consciousness. She was smiling. “It’s you, Theresa.” Theresa was speechless.

He really was drinking like a fish. He was totally filled with the smell of alcohol. He tugged on Theresa’s sleeve, “Please don’t go, okay? I can’t bear to leave you.” Theresa pursed her lips.

“I’m sad because you want to leave me. So, I drank too much by accident. You’re not mad, are you?”

Armand grabbed Theresa’s shirt and rubbed it against his face. “Theresa…”

Theresa pulled his shirt off, “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.” Armand seemed to go crazy after drinking. He was grunting and looked distressed and very helpless. “Why don’t you believe me?”

Theresa lowered her eyes, “I really want to trust you, but you’ve never given me a reason to.”

Suddenly, Armand rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. He was staring at her with his red, bloodshot eyes. It was evident that he had had too much to drink. He spoke in his husky voice, “I’ll listen to you on everything in the future, okay?”

Theresa was stunned – he? wasn’t drunk?

At that moment, she had no idea what to say.

“You…you’re not drunk?” asked Theresa.

No one answered her. Armand closed his eyes and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Theresa called out to him, “Armand.”

However, he still heard no response.

After a while, Theresa heard his even breathing.

Armand was really drunk and had fallen asleep at that moment.

Theresa was speechless.

At the same time, she was also relieved. If Armand wasn’t drunk, he should have had no idea how to continue the conversation.

However, Armand turned away and she was able to remove his coat.

She placed the coat on the bed and took off his shoes. Then she put them neatly on the bed and pulled the comforter to cover his body.

He went to the bathroom and got a basin of hot water. She then used it to clean his face and hands.

Mrs. Leslie had not yet woken up. The doctor had come to check her room for the night and said that all her parts were normal. After settling Armand, she sat down on the couch and rested.

She hadn’t slept all night and felt tired at that moment. Then, she heard Armand’s voice as she was groggy and going to sleep.

“I’m thirsty, I’m thirsty.” Her eyes were closed and she felt an intense pain in her stomach and throat parts as if they were burned by fire.

Theresa got up to pour him a glass of water.

“Thirsty.” He mumbled continuously.

Theresa sighed and brought the glass of water over to him. She helped him up. Then she brought the water to his lips and tilted the glass.

Armand felt the water and took a big gulp.

He felt the dryness and sore throat ease a little as he finished drinking the glass of water.

“Do you want to drink some more?” asked Theresa.

Armand didn’t answer her question and seemed to fall asleep again. Theresa laid him down and used the comforter to cover him. As she saw that he was sleeping soundly, she went to set the glass down on the other side.

On the other side, Matthew, who had finished the meal with them, returned with the Nelson Family. Dolores and her two children remained there. Although he didn’t want to see Victoria, he headed there.

The villa looked bright as it was lit up. He heard laughter coming from the villa through the door. He had no idea what they were doing. She pushed open the door and saw Jayden who was watching the news on TV in the living room. Then he also saw Dolores who was wrapping meatballs with her two sons in the dining room. They looked like they were having fun and the two children were very happy.

Thomas walked over and called softly to him, “Young man.” Matthew tossed him his coat and came in.

“Daddy.” Simona, who was holding a dumpling in her hand that she had just wrapped, ran towards him on her short legs, as she wanted to show off her dumpling on her forehead. “Daddy, look! This is the dumpling I wrapped, do you think it’s pretty?”

Matthew bent down and carried his daughter. He smiled and replied, “Hmm.”

“Dad, come and join us. Mom has made lots of meatballs of different ingredients.

We can make meatballs stuffed with seafood and pork, garlic and chive meatballs, and meatballs with meat. Which one do you like best?”

Matthew pinched his daughter’s little nose, “Daddy likes the meatballs you wrapped.”

“Daddy, you think the meatball I wrapped looks good, don’t you?” The little girl held the dumpling in her hand and showed it to Matthew.

Matthew looked at the “dough” he held in his daughter’s hand. His eyelashes fluttered. He was sure he wouldn’t be able to recognize it if Simona didn’t tell him it was a dumpling.

Evidently, it looked like a dumpling and he found no sign of a dumpling in it.

“Who taught you how to wrap the dumpling?”

“Mom.” Simona replied proudly.

Matthew walked over. There were two types of meatballs on the table. One of them looked very delicate and one of them looked very bad. Matthew chuckled lightly, “You didn’t inherit real meatball wrapping skills from your mommy.” Simona blinked as she didn’t understand his words.

Dolores raised her head and looked at him, “Do you think the meatballs I wrapped are ugly?”.

Matthew shook his head, “No, they are not ugly.”

It was obvious that they looked nice and delicate.

Samuel showed Matthew the meatballs that were wrapped by Dolores, “This is the meatball that has been wrapped by mom. Does it look good?” It could be considered to have the look of a meatball.

Matthew looked at his son, “Wasn’t it you who wrapped this meatball?”.

“This is the meatball that was wrapped by mom.” Samuel just revealed the real answer.

Matthew turned upstairs and saw Dolores who seemed to ask him, “Is it really like this?”

“I haven’t wrapped meatballs before this.” It was the first time she had ever wrapped meatballs. Besides, she had just learned it from Victoria.

All those delicate meatballs were made by Victoria.

“All these meatballs that look delicate were wrapped by Grandma. They look beautiful, don’t they?” Samuel turned to Matthew and asked as he looked at him.

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