Snare of Love

"Why are you feeling unhappy? Did Armand bully you?"

Theresa looked at her phone, she said after keeping silent for quite a while, "No."

Her unhappiness was not caused by Armand; it was caused by the surroundings. After all, Armand's grandma was still blocking between Armand and her although she was staying away from Armand's grandma.

The child was the obstacle that they couldn't overcome.

Oscar sent her a helpless emoji.

Oscar sent her a voice recording after a while, Theresa then clicked on it. She thought that Oscar was going to tell her something, but to her surprise, it was a piece of music.

The music was from the classic scene of Journey to the West, in which the Monk Pig was carrying his wife on his back, quite amusing.

Theresa pulled a wry face in a moment.

A message popped up again on the screen, "The Monk Pig was so happy even if he was carrying the monkey on his back, but you are unhappy all the time even if you have a handsome husband." Theresa couldn't help laughing, "Uncle, your comforting words are different from others."

"Of course, I am what I am, the one and only me."

Theresa laughed and replied quickly, "Are you really getting carried away?"

"Haha, isn't it that uncle is trying to make you happy?"

Theresa replied, "I know."

"Then please take good care of yourself since you know it, being angry will make you older, so you should laugh more. You will not want to look in the mirror anymore one day when there are wrinkles on your face like me."

"There is no wrinkle on uncle's face, there are just the marks left by the time."

"You're a good talker."

"I'm just telling the truth."

"I haven't seen you for just a few days, you're so sweet now."

"I've learnt from uncle."

"Haha, am I so good in teaching?"

"You look so happy, who are you chatting with?" Armand leaned against the door frame and looked at her.

He had come back for quite a while, and then he saw that Theresa was smiling while looking at her phone, so he was curious and didn't disturb her. Theresa was so concentrated; she didn't notice that he was back.

Theresa turned her head, staring at him surprisingly, "Isn't it that you had gone back home already?"

Armand walked toward her and said, "I'm back because I'm worried that you may be boring." His eyes fell on Theresa's phone screen when he was talking.

Theresa kept her phone when she noticed that Armand was looking at it, she then stood up from the hanging chair and said, "Shall we go for a movie?"

Armand kept silent while looking at her.

Theresa frowned, "Why are you looking at me?"

Armand lowered his eyes and said, "Nothing."

Indeed, he wanted to ask, 'Are you unhappy when staying with me? If not, why you have never laughed so happily in front of me?'

However, when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he noticed that Theresa was unhappy because of the pressure from his family.

If he put himself in her shoes, he wouldn't feel happy as well.

Therefore, he didn't ask.

He knew that Theresa was having great pressure to stay with him, but he couldn't do anything for her.

"Theresa, if you feel that you're too tired, I..." He paused when he wanted to say that he would let her go. It was easy to think in his mind, but he realized that it was not so easy when he wanted to say it out, he looked up, "I'm unwilling to let you go."

Theresa seemed to be realizing the contradiction in him, she looked into his eyes and said, "I know."

"I'll do good and accumulate the merits in the future, I hope that the god will have mercy on us and let us have a child successfully, so that we won't have to worry about the child again." Armand took her into his arms.

Theresa leaned in his arms, "Let's go out."

Armand agreed, they went to have a meal, then a movie which was popular recently, there were lots of people there.

Most of the movies nowadays liked to include some sentiment scenes, so those who were sensitive would shed tears in the cinema.

Theresa was also considered sensitive, Armand told her that she would cry because she was a woman.

"Don't men cry?" Theresa gave him a dirty look.

Armand said, "Men will also cry, but it's more difficult, this kind of sentiment scene still can't make me cry."

Theresa took his arm and bit hard on it, Armand didn't move, he just frowned slightly, it was painful.

Theresa felt unhappy and she was venting on him, but she didn't notice of her strength. She only realized it when her mouth was full of the scent of blood, then she immediately let go of his arm. There was a deep row of teeth marks, some sites were bleeding.

"Why don't you tell me that it's painful?" Theresa asked.

Armand said, "It's not painful, why should I say that it's painful?”

Theresa was speechless.

"It's not painful, right? Okay, then I will bite you again!" Theresa pulled his arm, pretending that she wanted to bite him again, but Armand still didn't move, he said, "I'll make it as the marks left by you. I'll go to the tattoo studio and have the teeth marks tattooed on my arm, is it okay?"

"Are you a freak?" Theresa couldn't understand his thinking at all. 'He is a lawyer, having a tattoo on his arm will make other people feel that he is not a serious lawyer when seeing it. Some more, the teeth marks don't look nice. What it will be like to have a circle tattooed on his arm?'

"You can if you want to have a tattoo, just have me tattooed on your heart!" Theresa pointed at his chest.

Armand laughed and grabbed her hand which was pointing at his chest; he held it tightly in his hand and kissed it. He put one of his arms around Theresa while another hand in the pocket, then he talked while he walked, "Let's go find a tattoo studio and have you tattooed on my heart, I'll let the tattooist use the best tattoo ink, which cannot be removed using any methods."

"Do they have that kind of ink?" Theresa continued his words and chartered.

"We can go and ask," Armand said smilingly.

Theresa was not willing to go, "Will they think that you're crazy?"

Armand said, "Do I look like a crazy person?"

Theresa looked him up and down, then she curled her lips, "You look like a crazy person entirely!"

She ran away quickly after saying this, Armand then chased her, "Don't run."

"No." Theresa turned her head to see him while running.

Armand ran very fast and caught her finally.

'Ah...'

Armand hugged her from her back, "You can't run already, right?" His lips touched her face while he was talking; Theresa then pushed his face and said, "We're in the public." "But we didn't do anything."

Armand put his arm around her waist, "Let's go home."

Theresa said, "Let's walk back; I want to take a walk."

Armand agreed since their home was not too far away.

They reached the entrance of their residential area after walking for approximately thirty minutes; they could see from far away that there were two familiar people walking around in front of the entrance. Theresa touched Armand, she pointed at the entrance and asked, "Is it them who are in front of the entrance?"

Armand looked toward the direction pointed by Theresa, the people who were walking around in front of the entrance, were his litigants. He had taken the case, so the mother and younger brother of the deceased were his current litigants.

Theresa glanced at him, "Are they looking for you because they need your help?"

"Perhaps." Armand held Theresa's hand and crossed the road, walking toward them.

"Mr. Bernie." The woman and her son walked in front when they saw him.

"What's the matter?" Armand asked.

The woman looked ghastly, and his son didn't look well too, they were looking at Armand and it seemed like they found it difficult to start the conversation. "Hmm... Mr. Bernie, it's because..."