He had already known that his sister’s death was caused by the Day family, but he had to bear the humiliation in order to survive.
Armand understood the contradiction and unwillingness in his mind; they were forced to give up. This was life; there were many moments when nothing could be done.
For example, him. He also had troubles and helplessness.
The woman and her son left, Armand put his arm around Theresa and walked toward the residential area.
Theresa didn’t talk all the way. This was life, there were so many things that nothing could be done.
When they had reached home, Theresa closed the door; Armand hugged her once she turned. Theresa put her hands on his chest; she lowered her voice and said, “What are you doing? You’re hugging me too tight, I almost can’t breathe.”
Theresa resisted.
Armand didn’t let her go, he lowered his head and put his forehead against her forehead, then he said, “I miss you.”
Theresa stared at him, “You meet me every day, why will you miss me?”
Armand smiled, the corners of his mouth curled up giving a nice angle, his eyes were brown, the pretty and coquettish eyes were full of love, “Don’t change the subject, you know what I’m talking about.” Theresa lowered her eyes gently; she hadn’t done that kind of thing with him ever since she made up with him. There was still a barrier in her, she felt that she had lost an organ and she was incomplete, so she had the feeling of inferiority.
“Armand, I…” She looked up, the dark eyes under the long eyelashes were like the peaceful and clean lake water, but there was insensible withdrawal hiding deep inside.
Armand kissed on her nose gently, “I know, you’re afraid to face me, but you’re still yourself, you have never changed in my heart.”
Theresa bit her lips, her clenched fists slowly relaxed. Armand held her hands, the thumbs were stroking on her palms, “Look at me.” She looked up.
Armand tilted his head down and kissed her lips, he pinned her against the door and kissed her hardly.
His body was hot and hard, like a volcanic rock.
Theresa was gasping for breath and pushing him, “You’re going to suffocate me.”
Armand chuckled, “I won’t let you die.” He carried her in his arms while talking and put her on the sofa, then he bent over her. He looked at her carefully, her looks were completely different from the past except for her eyes, but he knew that she was still Theresa.
He lowered his body and looked into her eyes, he said gently, “We can have a try, if you really can’t accept it, I won’t force you and let you afraid.”
Theresa slightly nodded. Armand got her permission. He held himself up with one hand, reached out his other hand and caressed her cheek, her eyes, her nose and her lips. He used his fingertips to imprint how she looked like. He wanted to remember how she looked like and forever keep it in his memories.
He then inched closer and Theresa closed her eyes.
Armand kissed her slowly without rushing. He knew that Theresa was very vulnerable right now and needed protection. He whispered in her ears, “Theresa, you can tell me everything in the future, good and bad things. Don’t keep it to yourself.”
He was always jealous, back then when she was always full of smiles and was always smiling at others.
Not long after, he realized that she smiled less and less when she was with him. Her smile felt forced, she was trying to hide her feelings and didn’t want to open up to him.
Theresa opened her eyes widely in bewilderment upon hearing him.
Armand kissed her eyelid, his lips were soft but it was still ticklish. Theresa closed her eyes again.
He kissed her for a very long time. Theresa was now used to his familiar and intimate touches.
Armand unbuttoned her shirt and Theresa didn’t felt as disgusted as she thought she would be. She welcomed him with open arms.
Soon, clothing fell onto the ground, Theresa’s and Armand’s.
When Theresa woke up she was lying on the bed. She remembered vaguely that Armand carried her to the bedroom. Armand’s shirt was on the end of the bed. She simply grabbed it and put it on her. It was big on her and looked like a mini dress. It covered her private parts and exposed her long and slender legs.
She walked out of the room and saw Armand in the kitchen with an apron on. Theresa leaned on the door and looked at his back. He was in casual wear, his waist looked thin and his legs long. He looked slender but still powerful. His body looked delicate, just like his looks.
Boyce was hale and hearty, and Armand was pretty and handsome. His skin was fair and his facial features prominent. When he smiled foolishly he seemed unruly, but when he was serious his eyes were sparkling.
He looked young. He was in his 30s, but he looked like someone in their 20s. When he was not wearing his suit and his tie, if he tried to put on a stern face he would look like a puppy.
Theresa felt relaxed these past few days after moving out. She was smiling again. She took a stride and walked towards Armand, she then hugged his waist from behind. She looked over his shoulders and stared at the pan, “What are you cooking?”
“Prawns in tomato sauce.” The prawns in the pan were as large as his fingers. They were pink and was mostly cooked. Theresa could smell the nice fragrance.
Theresa pursed her lips and opened up to Armand, “Just not long ago, I had to live my life every day cautiously. I was always a nervous wreck and was always scared.”
Armand turned off the stove and turned around. He wanted to touch her cheek, but he kissed her on the forehead instead after realizing that his hand might not be clean. He said softly, “I know.” He saw everything.
But he couldn’t help her.
She was scared and anxious because of him.
“Let’s give up on the surrogacy,” said Armand with a serious look on his face.
Theresa grazed the part between his eyebrows, “I like it more when you smile.”
Armand couldn’t smile.
Theresa said after pausing briefly, “Let’s try it one more time. We’ll give up if we fail this time. We have to finish what we started.”
Armand hugged her and said, “Okay, one last time. It doesn’t matter to me if we fail…” he paused briefly, “We won’t move back to my place, I’ll talk about it with my grandmother.”
Theresa agreed. She couldn’t handle his grandmother; she liked how relaxing it was to live outside on their own.
“Then, I’ll be selfish this time around. I’ll hide behind you while you deal with everything,” Theresa laughed happily. Armand liked looking at her like this. He liked that she was smiling again, he liked that she was honest with him.
At the end of the month, Theresa did it the second time. She was anxious the whole time. She was afraid that the outcome wouldn’t change. If this wasn’t successful, she would have to suffer and take all the pain. She was afraid that the doctor would say that it failed again.
After her eggs were retrieved, Armand bought her home. The hospital smelled like antiseptic and Theresa was tired of the smell. Every second passed in the hospital was draining for Theresa, she couldn’t even breathe well.
It was great that she could go home and rest.
Armand was by her side the whole time.
Elizabeth never asked about Theresa. Armand was dealing with her and Theresa didn’t want to think about it.
At the end of the month, Boyce came back.
Jasmine said that she didn’t have time to stay here because of her classes and moved to the dorm, but it was an excuse. Jasmine left the night Boyce came back.
Boyce stupidly believed what she said; he thought that Jasmine was really busy with her studies. Cormac knew that Boyce was back and invited him over for a meal. Boyce went to his place around noon. Loredana noticed that he was alone, she asked, “Why is Jasmine not with you? You can rarely come back because of your job.”
They were newlywed; they should’ve been stuck like glue. But Boyce was alone.
Loredana went to City C not long ago. She tried to convince Cormac to let her bring their youngest along with her to City C. She had a business over there. She gave birth and was out of postpartum confinement. She didn’t want to give up the business she poured her heart into.
Cormac didn’t agree. The money he earned was enough and they had more than enough money. By going to City C, their family would be living apart.
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.