Chapter 710 Impure Motive

Boyce did not stop his footsteps and opened the car door, then got into the car. He started the car and
left the place.

Wendy rooted in the spot and stamped her foot in anger.

She knew from his words that Boyce had aware of something. For the sake of her father, Boyce was
not willing to unmask her.

Wendy bit her lip and could only watch helplessly as the car left.

She did not dare to chase after him. She was afraid that Boyce had the real reason for her divorce that
was her black history. It was a monkey business and could not be exposed.

She decided to find out why Boyce suddenly changed his mind.

She wondered, ‘Will someone change the character after encountering an accident?’

She turned around with anger and returned home.

At the same time, Theresa was still working overtime in City C. Armand was bending over the table and
looked at Theresa eagerly, “Are you hungry? Do you need me to buy you some late-night supper?”

“Didn't we just have dinner?” she was coloring a drawn picture on the computer, and she wanted to find
out the most suitable color for the dress style.

Armand smiled, “I'm afraid you'll be hungry.”

“Can you be quiet? You're like flies now,” Theresa looked at him, “If you're still making noise endlessly,
then I suggest you go home hurriedly.”



Armand immediately shut up and crouched down in front of her, “I'm not going to talk now, but let me
give your leg a massage.”

Theresa moved her hand away from the mouse and swiveled round in her executive chair to face
Armand, “Why aren't you going back? Why are you so idle every day? Is the firm going out of
business?”

Armand did not stop his hand's movements and gave her legs a good massage. He raised his head
and showed her a grin, “You are going to take care of me forever if the firm is closed down.”

Theresa put her foot on his legs and bent towards him. She looked at him, “I don't like men who are
good-for-nothing.”

Armand was speechless.

“Don't worry. I'll never let you sleep on the street...”

“Wait, I'm not going to be with you,” Theresa interrupted him.

Armand blinked his eyes with a resentful expression, “How can you go back on your words?”

“What did I say?” Theresa withdrew her legs and crossed her legs elegantly. She looked at him faintly.

“You said to give me a chance,” Armand put his arms around her waist and buried his head in her
arms, “Don't you deny it!”

Theresa pushed him away, “Let me go!”

“I'm sorry,” Armand snuggled up in her embrace, “Let's go register for marriage.”

Theresa’s eyes were darkened. She looked indifferently, but the turmoil within her was great, “I've been
fooled by you last time. If I fall for it again this time, I'm stupid.”



“We don't register if you're not willing to do so, but don't ever imagine I'll let go of you,” Armand greedily
smelled her scent, and his arms embraced her tighter.

Theresa frowned, “Look at you. Can't you be steady like an actual man?”

Armand did not care about it and did not let go of her, “You know well whether I'm a man.”

Theresa was speechless.

“I'll be angry if you don't let go of me,” Theresa pretended to be angry.

Armand let go of her and stood by the side like a wronged wife and said resentfully, “Can't you stop
threatening me?”

“You can disobey me. I didn't ask you to listen to me,” Theresa swiveled the executive chair to her
computer desk to continue her work.

Armand looked at her with a grievance. It was Theresa who asked him to go to the office and then left
him hanging, “You're going too far!”

Theresa pursed her lips, “You can choose to give up if you can't stand it...”

Theresa had not finished her words, and Armand suddenly grabbed her shoulders. He pinned her
down on the desk and leaned towards her to kiss her lips.

When Theresa's back was against the edge of the desk, she felt pain and frowned. She did not push
him away nor closed her eyes. She lowered her eyes and looked at Armand, who was in a shameful
rage.

“Don't say that again. I'll be sad,” Armand was a stone's throw away from her. He looked more serious
and less light-minded.



Theresa reached out and gently stroked his face, “You used to hurt me deeply too.”

Armand was instantly discouraged and tilted his head, “Can you not bring up the old scores?”

Theresa fiddled with the short hair in front of his forehead, “You make me suffer a lot, can't I make you
suffer?”

Armand was speechless.

“Theresa, I'm serious. How about I settle in City C? So that I can be with you all the time, and I don't
have to travel back and forth between City C and City B,” he said as he put his head upon her shoulder.

Theresa looked at the ceiling, and she did not dazzle by feelings and said indifferently, “Let's talk about
it later.”

She wondered, ‘It's still uncertain whether we'll be together in the future.’

Armand was the only child of the Bernie family and was brought up by his grandma. Theresa was
infertile, and Armand would be the last of the Bernie family line if he wanted to be with Theresa in the
future.

Would Armand’s grandma accept Theresa if she learned her physical condition?

Theresa lived in Armand's house for a short time, and she knew how much Elizabeth wanted to have
her great-grandchildren.

Buzz…

At this time, the phone in Armand's pocket rang. However, he did not want to answer it and let the
phone vibrated.

Theresa pushed him away, “Your phone is ringing.”



Armand buried his face in Theresa's embrace and said sullenly, “I know, but I refuse to answer it.”

“What if it's an urgent call? Pick it up,” Theresa found his pocket and took his phone out, and handed it
to Armand.

Armand had to take it over, and he took a glance at the caller ID, which it was calling from home.

He pressed the key to answering the call.

Soon Armand heard an urgent voice of the maid was coming from the other end of the phone, “Mr.
Bernie, we have a situation here. Mrs. Bernie fell from the bed.”

Armand straightened his body and asked, “What's going on?”

“I went to dry the clothes just now, and Mrs. Bernie was thirsty at that time. The water cup was a little
far from her bed. She lay too close to the edge of the bed and then fell off the bed.”

Armand said, “Call 120. I'll have someone to go there soon.”

“Okay, okay.”

Armand hung up the phone and made a call to Boyce. Boyce had sent Armand a message after he
bought a new phone, so Armand knew Boyce's new phone number.

At the same time, Boyce drove his car to the villa and received a call from Armand.

“Hello...”

“Boyce, my grandma just fell off the bed, and I can't go back home right now. Can you go and keep an
eye on my grandma first? I'm rushing back now,” Armand said urgently.



Boyce replied, “I got it. You take it easy. I'll call you if anything happens. I'll go to Mrs. Bernie now.”

Armand said alright on the other end of the phone. Boyce hung up the phone and turned the car
around, and steered for Armand's house.

Dolores, who was walking along the roadside, saw Boyce's car.

“That's Boyce's car.”

Matthew raised his head to look at the car, but the car had driven away from them.

Dolores frowned, “Why is he going out again? Is he not handling well the matter with Wendy?”

Matthew patted her on the back of her hand, “You're always worrying for nothing.”

Dolores thought Wendy was not a simple woman. She was the one cheating in her marriage but told
others that her husband cheated behind her. From this, Wendy had an impure motive.

The intention of Wendy approaching Boyce was not simple.

Perhaps she thought that Boyce was a man of great promise, integrity, and single. Boyce was a perfect
man.

Wendy definitely wanted to approach such a perfect man.

“Let's go home,” Matthew put his arms around her waist, “Are you tired?”

Dolores said no.

They greeted the moonlight and walked home.



As soon as they entered the door, they heard a crying sound, and the living room was in a
mess.

As soon as they entered the door, they heard a crying sound, and the living room was in a
mess.



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