Chapter 392: Chapter 392



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“Guess what,” Boyce teased.

Armand smiled as he looked at him for a few moments “Do you have a girlfriend, did you bring her today?”

Boyce’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t care that it had been someone else in the room, but this was Dolores, and one should never tease her.

“I’m not going to tease her anymore, what’s wrong with that?” Armand blinked a couple of times.

“It’s Dolores,” Boyce said, shooting him a look.

Armand had tensed as well. Hearing Dolores’ name or seeing her reminded him of Theresa.

“Well, I’ll go then,” he replied, his eyes fixed on the ground.

Since Theresa’s departure, he had been preoccupied with Mrs. Leslie’s work and care. The last time he had seen Dolores was at the airport.

Dolores was very close to Theresa, so seeing her reminded him of her. “You thought you were over it?” said Boyce, looking at him.

Why did he seem to hold a grudge against Dolores?

“No, I just…”

“It’s all right; we’ve done what we could for you. Let’s go in and say hello to her.” Boyce entered the room, wrapping his arms around Armand.

With Armand’s interruption, he had forgotten to contact Matthew.

Dolores was the only one in the room. She was sitting on the couch, barefoot, sipping a glass of alcohol.

The men exchanged glances, but didn’t look at her; they sat on one side of the table.

“Hello Dolores,” Armand began the greeting.

Dolores looked up and realized they had entered the room. “Did Boyce invite you?”

“No, we met at the door,” Armand said as he took a seat on one of the corners of the sofa.

Dolores nodded her head. She had no idea why they had met at the doorway.

Boyce had just excused himself to go to the bathroom and shouldn’t have made it to the door, but Dolores was crestfallen and didn’t understand what was going on.

Boyce glanced sideways at Armand, but remained mute.

Armand was also despondent; he had been tormented by regrets since Theresa’s departure. He had lost his son as a result of his doubts.

He poured alcohol into Dolores’ glass, and the sound of the drink falling into the glass sounded like someone crying.

Dolores looked at the glass full of liquor. Instead, she didn’t take it, “Theresa is fine now, don’t worry,” she said.

Armand lowered his head and muttered, “Glad to hear it,” in a hoarse tone.

Dolores didn’t say much; given what had happened, she should have grown up.

“This glass is in your honor.” Armand extended his glass to Dolores.

Dolores took the glass and clinked hers. The sound of the glasses clinking broke the silence of the room.

Armand filled the glass to the bottom.

Dolores didn’t want to drink only half the glass, so she endured the burning sensation in her throat and finished it all.

Her brow furrowed as she felt a stinging sensation in her neck.

It wasn’t until now that Armand understood that Dolores was not in a good mood.

“Are you sad, Dolores?” he said looking at her.

Dolores rested her chin on his arm and looked into the candlelight. Yes, she was in a bad mood. She was depressed to see Jessica incarcerated, getting thinner every day.

As a daughter, she had neglected Jessica for too long. Her attention was focused solely on the children and work, not Jessica.

She thought Jessica was still young, that she had recovered from her psychic illness and had put the past behind her.

But he was wrong. Her physical illness had healed, but the pain Randolph had caused her had not.

If she had spent more time worrying about her well-being, she would have noticed her unhappiness and steered her away from such an extreme path.

She was a terrible daughter.

“Was it because of Matthew?” Armand thought Dolores had quarreled with Matthew.

Boyce shot him a look, “Not everyone has a relationship as messed up as yours.”

Armand was disgusted, ‘Why did it irritate him?’

Wasn’t it sad enough that he’d lost his lover and his son?

“Can you forgive me?” Armand almost begged her.

This was what bothered him the most.

“I’m sorry, I’ll drink this,” Boyce replied after pouring himself a glass.

He emptied the glass in less than a second.

“Bottoms up three glasses instead of one,” Armand said as he quickly refilled his glass.

Boyce was speechless, but could he refuse the offer?

“We’ll sever connections as friends if you refuse,” Armand threatened.

“Three drinks are nothing to me, bring it on,” Boyce said as he proceeded to remove his tie.

“As your friend, I’ll drink with you,” Armand said as he filled his glass.

“Cut the crap and drink!” Boyce drank from his glass.

Dolores sat off to the side, watching. They always acted like this, showing true friendship.

She stormed out of the room, covering her nose and mouth as she felt a sudden urge to vomit.

Boyce and Armand came to a complete stop.

“Are you feeling sick?”

Dolores didn’t want to ruin her good time, so she shook her head and said, “Baby, I’m going to the bathroom.”

Then she ran out the door.

She threw up in the sink and felt much better and refreshed.

She turned on the faucet, wiped her face and mouth.

She smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. She convinced herself that she had to be strong because she had a long life ahead of her and that only a healthy physique would allow her to take care of Jessica and the children in the future.

She wiped her face and went back to the room, wanting to tell Boyce that she wanted to go home.

As she returned, a man wearing a cap that almost hid half of his face approached her.

“Lola,” the guy said, his voice icy and icy.

When Dolores looked up, she noticed a familiar figure in the dim light.

They weren’t far away, and the atmosphere seemed eerie.

“Who are you?” said Dolores, stepping back a few paces.

She couldn’t see his face because it was partially covered by the cap.

“Who are you?” asked Dolores again, this time with a cold tone.

“Have you forgotten me?” the man asked, taking off his cap and revealing his face.

He had a cold, unpleasant expression on his face.

“And you?” Dolores was taken aback.

She looked at him suspiciously. Wasn’t he supposed to be locked up? When was he released?

“You wonder why I’m here and not in jail?” he approached her slowly.

“Don’t come near me!” Dolores became worried.

The guy smiled…

A series of evil smiles emerged, which was disturbing.

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