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Chapter 265 I Will Try To Make You Like Me
Chapter 265 I Will Try To Make You Like Me
Armand thought it over. Instead of being pushed by Mrs. Leslie every day, he should find a woman to
marry.
On the one hand, he did not have to listen to Mrs. Leslie nagging him anymore, on the other hand, he
was indeed at the age of starting a family. What was more, he didn't hate Theresa and was quite fond
of her.
He felt it was feasible to marry her as his wife.
"Armand, what do you mean? You were the one who said we were in a fake relationship in the first
place and announced our breakup after the awkward period. Why didn't you say so just now?"
Armand took her hand and while Theresa shook it off, "Don't you dare do that! Go in there right now
and tell them we're done. If that doesn’t work, just tell the truth."
"I won't." Armand acted like a rascal. He made up his mind that he was going to find a way to get
Theresa to marry him, "You slept with me, and you have to be responsible for me."
Theresa was speechless.
"Armand, are you still a man?!" Theresa's body trembled with anger.
How dare he say that! He was so shameless!
Armand leaned against the wall, "Don't you know clearly whether I am a man or not?"
Theresa was speechless again.
"Fine, since you won't say it, I'll say it myself." She was not going to let Armand have his way.
However, she had only taken two steps when suddenly her wrist was grabbed by him. Before she had
time to react, Armand pulled her arm hard. Then Theresa fell backward into a warm embrace.
"Armand!"
Theresa was outraged. She raised her hand and prepared to slap him across the face, but Armand
caught her hand. He clamped her hand behind her back, clasped her head with his other hand, and
kissed her hard.
"Umm--"
Theresa's eyes widened as if her eyeballs were about to pop out. He, he actually ...
Armand bit her lips and said in a low voice, "If you don't promise to marry me, I won't let go of you."
Theresa was so angry that she wanted to cry. He was such a bully.
Unknowingly, tears welled up in her eyes. She said in a hoarse voice, "Well ... Armand, you're too much
of a bully."
Armand let go of her a little, but not completely. He nibbled on her ear, "Can you buy food without
paying for it? You slept with me, so you have to be responsible for me. Do you think so?"
Theresa was so angry that she cried. Her tears rolled down in strings.
Armand panicked, hurriedly let go of her hand, and wipe her tears, "I used to like to change girlfriends,
but in fact, I only had sex with a few women..."
Theresa cried more fiercely. It was her first time, and of course, she wanted the guy she was having
sex with to be a first time too.
As if that was the only way to be fair.
But Armand had slept with so many women.
Armand realized that he had said the wrong thing and slapped himself on the mouth, "Don't worry, I
won't look for another woman in the future. I just want you, okay?"
Theresa just ignored him and cried.
Armand was sweating with anxiety, "I was wrong. I was wrong. I'm begging you. Just stop crying."
Theresa glared at him and wiped her tears, "I'll stop crying as soon as you go talk to everyone."
Armand was speechless.
"Then you can cry."
"Armand!" Theresa punched and kicked at Armand.
Armand stood still and let her hit him.
He understood that Theresa was a girl. Not only had she been slept with by him, but now she was
being forced to marry him. It was normal for her to have resentment and anger in her heart.
As long as she could stop being angry, then he would let her beat him.
At that moment, a man came down from the ladder and headed this way. Armand grabbed Theresa's
fist and pulled her into his arms. Theresa glared at him. How dare he do that again! She was about to
open her mouth to scold him when she heard him say with a smirk, "Everyone is in the room. We're all
waiting for you."
Matthew glanced at him and nodded indifferently.
Seeing that it was Matthew, Theresa swallowed the words that were coming out of her mouth.
Armand wrapped his arms around her and persuaded her, "Theresa, we are having sex, and we are
supposed to get married. Don't you think so?"
"It's not like we're in ancient times ..."
"Just because it's in modern times, we have to set an example," Armand said righteously.
"But I don't like you." Theresa blinked. She thought to herself that this was a good enough reason.
Armand was speechless.
He took a deep breath, "It's okay. I'll try to make you like me. Besides, I'm not ugly and old. I have
confidence."
Theresa was speechless.
"What if I never like you?"
"Well-" Armand thought about it, "If after 80 years and you still can't like me, I'll set you free."
Theresa didn't know what to say.
"Go away, go away." Armand put his arm around her, "Everyone is waiting for us. You can't be so willful
and make everyone wait for you."
Theresa was speechless again.
She opened her mouth but found it impossible to refute him.
In the private room.
When Matthew walked in, everyone thought it was Armand and Theresa, and they looked over in
unison. Seeing that it was Matthew, Boyce curled his lips, "I was hoping for sun fun."
It turned out not to be Armand and Theresa.
Matthew pulled back his chair in silence and lifted his daughter into his arms.
He and Dolores sat separated by an empty chair.
Dolores' hands clenched under the table while she tried to speak several times. This was not the right
place for her to explain to Matthew. She sighed and thought that she would explain to him when the
meal was over.
"I'm sorry Theresa and I kept you waiting."
At that moment, Armand came in with his arm around Theresa.
Mrs. Leslie was so happy that her eyes narrowed into a line as she smiled, "It's almost the end of the
year. You guys get the wedding done before it's too late."
Armand was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."
Theresa struggled, "I'm not ..."
"Theresa doesn't want you to worry about my marriage and has already agreed," Armand interrupted
her again.
Theresa was going crazy. He was simply ...
Armand leaned closer to her and whispered, "My grandmother is too old to stand the strain. Can you
bear to watch her worry about me?"
Yes, his grandmother looked old, but she couldn't sacrifice herself to fulfill his filial piety.
Armand took her hand and pressed it to his heart, gazed deeply at her, and whispered, "You really
don't feel anything for me?"
Theresa did not dare to look him in the eye. In fact, it was not that she felt nothing for him. She liked
mature and steady men, but Armand was so flippant that she felt very insecure.
Therefore, she rejected him.
But it wasn’t that she didn’t feel anything for him at all.
"You don't dare to look at me, which means that you feel guilty. You actually like me." Armand leaned
close to her ear and said in a volume that only she could hear. When the two of them were whispering,
it looked to outsiders like they were in a good relationship.
"All right, all right." Boyce interrupted them, "If you want to flirt with each other, please go to your room.
I'm going to eat."
Armand's hand landed heavily on his shoulder and shook it, "I have you to thank for my marriage."
If Boyce hadn't helped him expose his relationship with Theresa in front of Mrs. Leslie, he wouldn't
have known how to introduce Theresa to Mrs. Leslie.
Boyce smiled, "So, you mean I'm the matchmaker?"
"You must come to my wedding ..." Armand was in a good mood.
"December 18 is a good day. You can have your wedding here, and wait until you get back to make up
a marriage certificate."
As soon as Mrs. Leslie finished speaking, the entire booth fell silent.
If they remembered correctly, today was 15 and there were only three days until 18. To put it
imprecisely, it was just two days.
This was too urgent, right?
"Grandma ..."
Armand was just about to speak up when Mrs. Leslie interrupted him, "Don't say anything. It's settled.
You guys get the wedding done first, and then you can make up for it after you get back to City B."
Boyce leaned in close to Mrs. Leslie and asked in a low voice, "Grandma, is this too much of a rush?
There's a lot of stuff to prepare for a wedding. How can two days be enough? Besides, all our relatives
and friends are in City B. Wouldn't it be inappropriate to have the wedding here?"
Mrs. Leslie also leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I'm afraid that undue delay may bring trouble.
Because Phoebe is back. I'm afraid Armand will be sad and upset about that woman This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
again."