Snare of Love
Chapter 616 Stop Crying, You Make Me Sad If You Do

"You..."

"Mr. Bernie, please stop talking nonsense in front of me, I have no time for that," Theresa Gordon said before calling Coral, who was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen.

Armand Bernie clenched both his fists and smiled, "Are you trying to avoid me? If you have really let go, then it should be easy for you to face me, right? It's easy to make others misunderstand the way you're behaving," he said.

"Oh, don't be ridiculous!" Theresa said coldly.

Armand suddenly stood up, both arms pressed on the sofa arms. He lowered his gaze and said "Yes, I am being ridiculous!"

Theresa pretended to be calm and replied, "Please get out of my way!"

Coral poked her head out when she heard Theresa's voice, but quickly retracted when she saw Armand and acted like she hadn't heard anything.

Lucy saw that Coral did not go out and said, "Didn't Theresa call you just now? Why didn't you go then?"

Coral hastily made a shushing gesture to Lucy and whispered, "I can't go out now."

"Why?" Lucy said. She didn't know the relationship between Theresa and Armand, but Coral knew about it and explained to Lucy. "She's having a fight with Armand right now, so it is not right to bother them right now, it's better to give them some space."

Lucy whispered back, "Ah, so they're lovers."

Coral nodded.

In the living room, Theresa turned around but there was still no sign of Coral coming out, feeling a little flustered, she wanted to call out again, "Co..." Before Theresa could finish, Armand quickly covered Theresa's mouth. "Since you no longer have feelings for me, then there is no need to avoid me." Theresa forcefully pushed him away and said, "Are you crazy?"

The force pushed Armand back two steps and his calf hit the tea table. He swayed for a bit before steadying himself, "I wished I could be crazy too, but I can't!"

He took a step forward and squatted in front of Theresa, "Theresa, can you please stop torturing me like this?"

Theresa held the armrest of the sofa tightly and her body trembled slightly, "You're so funny, I'm torturing you? Who do you think you are...?"

Before she could finish her words, she was blocked by Armand again. This time with his lips instead of his hands.

Theresa's eyes widened.

Armand ignored her and continued to kiss her forcefully.

Theresa was stunned for a second but recovered and pushed him even harder, "Armand, you bastard!"

"I am indeed no longer a human, and you can punish me any way you want. But you must give me an answer," Armand said while holding her hand. "You said you would punish me, and if I made it, you would give me a chance to start over again."

"That's impossible!" Theresa refused without any hesitation.

Theresa vowed that she will no longer be with any man in her lifetime. Just being alive was hard enough, where will she have the strength to talk about relationships?

"I will marry anyone no matter how ugly or short they are, as long as it is not you, Armand," she said firmly and with no emotions.

Armand's heart faltered.

No matter how much feeling one could have would still have been washed away with these words.

"You... you ..."

"I've already repeated this many times, haven't I? You're the one who keeps pestering me, do you know how annoying you are?" "Theresa, your words are really hurtful. You're going to make me give up if you keep going like this," Armand said, his eyes turning red.

"Have you ever been kind to me? I would actually be thankful if you were to give up on me. I'm troubled and disgusted by your pestering and I would really be thankful for letting me go!" Theresa said. She quickly stood up from the sofa, ignoring her incompletely healed wound and stared at Armand. With tears brimming her eyes she said, "You have no idea how much hatred I have towards you. I really want to slap you right now, do you know how much I hate you!"

'She hates me.'

'She hates me.'

Armand repeated in his head

Theresa's words were sharp as knives, Armand's eyes flared up, his lips trembled, as if he had been hit by a strong gust of wind. Armand paused for a while before saying, "I'll do it for you then."

SLAP!

Armand slapped himself with all his might. "Is this enough for you?" Armand asked, looking at Theresa.

Theresa never expected Armand to actually slap himself. She stood there looking at Armand, dazed and confused.

"If you feel that slapping me will calm you down and make you feel good, then it's alright for me," Armand said. He forcefully took Theresa's hand and swung it to his face again with force. Theresa's palm felt numb from the impact.

When Armand tried to go for a second swing, Theresa balled her fist and pulled her hand away. "If you want to be mad then do it alone! Don't drag me in with you!" Theresa said.

"No, I must drag you into this! Even if you've stabbed me many times, I will still hound you. Let me tell you this, Theresa, you'll never be able to get rid of me!" Armand said, laughing. "Call me crazy or even lowly, it wouldn't bother me at all. If you want me to stop pestering you, there are only two ways. First, I lose my memories and forget about you. Or the second which is my death!"

Theresa could no longer control her emotions and began weeping profusely. Her heart had evidently been broken, but she still stayed strong. "If you think that saying and doing these things will give you a second chance then keep dreaming!" she said.

Theresa then limped back into her room.

Armand was at a loss for a second, but quickly recovered and chased after Theresa, hugging her tightly. "The injury on your leg has not fully healed yet, walking like this can lead to further injury. Let me carry you instead," he said.

This time her weight was much lighter than before.

"Let go of me! I don't need your help!" Theresa struggled, continuously beating Armand's chest.

"If you don't care about causing trouble for others, then keep struggling," Armand said. Despite Theresa's protests and struggling, Armand never let go.

Upon entering the room, Armand closed the door and placed Theresa on the bed. No matter how hard Theresa struggled, Armand tightly gripped Theresa's hand. "You can hate me, think I am annoying, I don't care, I have already made up my mind that I will no longer listen to you. Instead, I will follow my own way to pursue you. If you want to reject me, that's your business, if I want to pursue you that's my business. I might not be able to make you accept me, but you can never convince me to give up on you," Armand said.

Theresa's tears rolled down her cheeks, she could still vaguely see the finger marks on Armand's face. "Do you really think that doing it this way, I will accept you once again?" she said.

"I'm not asking you to accept me, but I still have the right to pursue the person I love, you have no control over that!" Armand said.

Armand stood up and tidied his crumpled clothes. He straightened his back and smiled, "I'll introduce myself once again, my name is Armand Bernie, and I am currently running a law firm. I can't guarantee that my future wife will live a wealthy and lavish lifestyle, but she will never have to worry about food and clothing. My parents are sadly no longer around, but I have an elderly grandmother. My conditions are not the best, but they are certainly not the worst."

"Miss.Gordon, I like you very much, and I have decided from this moment onwards that I want to pursue your love. The pursuit of love and happiness is everyone's right, you may refuse, but you can never stop me from pursuing you."

"You might think I am shameless or have no dignity, but I don't care. I am just following my heart and I do not wish to have any regrets, therefore no one has the right to prevent me from pursuing my love." Theresa could no longer speak at this point and just kept on crying.

Armand gently wiped away her tears, "Please stop crying, you'll make me sad if you do."

"Why are you forcing me!" Theresa yelled.

"I've made myself very clear, I just want to follow my heart, and no one should interfere!" Armand said. He gently touched Theresa's face, while wiping her tears away. "Seeing you crying like this will make me misunderstand that your heart has softened."000