Snare of Love

Chapter 827 A Very Generous Wishing

Seeing that Oscar was standing at the entrance of the shop, Armand didn’t dare to get off his car in

fear of getting discovered. He continued to stay put in the car.

After a while, from afar he saw Theresa emerge from the shop. She was wearing a pure white evening

dress that touched her knees as if her slender body was enveloped in a gentle moonlight. Her black

hair was shoved upwards casually, and a strand of it was dangling on her forehead, which only served

to increase her allure.

To look more refreshing, she had put on some make-up to cover up her pale and drained face.

Oscar glanced at her and said with a smile, “It’s a waste for you to hole up in your office with that

stunning look of yours. You should go out more often and give yourself a good chance.”

Theresa pretended to be angered by that remark, “Uncle, if you are going to tease me again, I won’t go

with you anymore.”

“Don’t do that. With your pretty face by my side, I can even feel myself filled with pride.” Oscar replied

with a smile.

Theresa broke into a grin too, “With me accompanying you to attend events, do you think I am of some

help to you?”

Oscar opened the door of the car, “Of course.”

“Then, that means that you need to pay me back for my kindness.” Theresa bent down to get into the

car.

Oscar didn’t immediately go to the driver’s side. He stood outside the car door and looked at Theresa

and asked with a smile, “Aren’t I good enough towards you? What kindness do I need to repay for

having your company in attending an event? Are you really going to be that petty towards me?”

“I don’t care. If you don’t do that, then I won’t go now.” As she said that, Theresa looked like she

wanted to get off the car. In fact, she was just playing around with Oscar. She had no intention to really

get out of the car.

Oscar grabbed her and begged, “Alright, alright, I owe you one.” He twisted his mouth and snickered, “I

originally wanted for you to take in some fresh air out there, but how did it turn into like it’s me who

owes you one? There is a saying that goes, ‘A vile person and a woman are the hardest to satisfy. It

seems that you’re the woman depicted here.”

Theresa looked up at him with her depthless, glittering eyes which were more profound after putting on

some make-up, “If I am the woman described by you, does that mean you’re the vile person here?”

Oscar snorted, “I won’t tell you that.”

This little lady was too good with her mouth.

Oscar got into the driver’s seat and soon gunned the car and departed. The car slowly disappeared,

but Armand’s gaze was still stuck in the same direction, unable to retrieve them. His soul seemed to

linger outside his body for a while.

It was only a while since Theresa left him. However, it seemed that she had already gotten around on

her two feet. Was that because of Oscar?

Previously, she enjoyed bantering with Oscar too.

He slowly lowered his gaze. Oscar and her…

He felt a stabbing pain torturing his chest as if a part of his heart was scooped away, and blood was

trickling non-stop from the gap.

Armand didn’t get any rest for the whole night, and he only got a momentary rest after driving to C city.

He was here to see Theresa, but he didn’t expect to see her going on a date with Oscar, and draped in

such sophisticated style too. His bloodshot eyes seemed to worsen.

All of a sudden, he broke out into a fit of fragmentary laughter. It sounded very bitter.

If she could be happy, he would have given her his blessing. Everything was already set in stone

except for actual proof in the form of divorces papers. She was certainly free.

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A leaf fluttered down and lodged itself on his windscreen before being swept away by the wind. That

leaf was similar to him, as lonely as someone who was abandoned by everyone in the world.

After staying put for some time, he finally brought himself to start the car engine again and left.

He didn’t rest when he drove from B city to C city, and now that he was returning to B city once again,

he could feel fatigue building up in his restless body. Despite that, this fatigue wouldn’t have broken

him. The only thing breaking him now was the smile Theresa had shown to another man.

He kept telling himself to give her his most generous blessing, but it still didn’t serve to calm him down

at all.

He walked into the house and tossed his jacket onto the sofa mindlessly. Elizabeth didn’t say anything

to him as her eyes were glued to the television.

“Armand.” Elizabeth tried to show some concern since she noticed that he was in a foul mood.

Armand didn’t answer as he went straight to his room and shut the door. Whenever he was at home, he

would confine himself totally, and he would only appear at the dining table when it was time for a meal.

He practically had zero interaction with Elizabeth at this point.

Elizabeth who used to have a sunny disposition slowly lost her passion. With how Armand was holding

up, she didn’t have any mood too.

She rolled her wheelchair to the balcony. The balcony of the living room was adjacent to Armand’s

balcony, and there was only a glass wall separating those two areas. She saw Armand sitting on the

floor, his messy shirt still worn on him. His hair was sprawling in a messy fashion, which made him look

very forlorn.

Elizabeth felt a tinge of worry when she saw him looking like this.

She couldn’t help but doubt herself: Was she wrong?

“Theresa.” Armand’s shoulders trembled very slightly when he spoke that name.

Seeing that Armand was in such agony, Elizabeth’s eyes couldn’t help but be reddened. She didn’t

want to linger at the balcony any longer as she rolled herself back to her room and shut herself in. This

was not what she wanted to see since the beginning. All she ever wanted was a grandchild, and she

never wanted to see Armand wallowing in such pain.

Things didn’t happen the way he wanted. Theresa was no more, and Armand was like a living corpse

devoid of any human warmth.

Knock, knock.

Somebody was knocking at the door.

Elizabeth turned her head and called out, “Come in.”

Bertha pushed the door open, “Your sugar cake is ready.”

“Since when did I say that I want to eat that?” Elizabeth answered coldly.

Bertha slightly furrowed her brows, “Just now you did say that.”

“I am not in any mood to eat any sugar cake.” Elizabeth completely forgot about the fact that she had

asked Bertha to bake a cake for her.

Bertha wasn’t fazed by her reaction. In the past few days, similar things had happened to Elizabeth too.

Just yesterday, she had misplaced the remote control on a table in her room, but she had accused

Bertha of losing it somewhere else. Bertha was no longer affected by such a reaction from Elizabeth.

She turned to return to the kitchen, but Elizabeth stopped her.

Bertha turned around, “What other instruction do you have?”

“Wait, what did I want to say?” Elizabeth seemed like she had something to tell Bertha, but in the blink

of an eye, she seemed to completely forget about it.

“Then just tell me when you recall it.” Bertha moved away.

Elizabeth had an anguished expression on her face. What was she going to say just now?