Snare of Love
Chapter 658: To Prove My Love

Boyce said, "All right. I'll send my men to watch her."

"Call me if there's anything." Matthew took a sip of water, taking a rest while leaning against the back of the sofa.

Boyce was sitting next to him sensibly. He didn't speak to disturb Matthew.

In the room next door, Theresa had been thinking for a long moment before answering Dolores. She stood up, walked to the window, and peered out.

"I don't care about him. It's just... I hid the reason why I broke up with him, and I feel sorry for him."

She didn't tell him the truth but hid something that she didn't want to face.

"I don't want him to break down because of my matter." She had done it for his good.

And also, it was for her own good.

Her health problem was like a cell phone, which couldn't be made for calls. Its existence was strange and unacceptable by others.

"Do you know why Armand hadn't shown up?" Dolores knew that she felt self-contemptuous. She couldn't face the fact. However, being unable to give birth wasn't a dead end. What if Armand wouldn't care? Why couldn't Theresa give him and herself a chance?

They could face it together, couldn't they?

"He had a fight with someone in a bar, and his faces were full of wounds and bruises. Hence, he didn't show up at our wedding."

Her words were reechoing in Theresa's mind.

"Has he been hurt seriously?" Theresa turned around to look at her.

Dolores looked at her, "You've broken up with him, haven't you? Why do you still care if he has been hurt seriously?"

She intentionally wanted to tear Theresa's disguise off. Theresa cared about Armand truly, but she was too stubborn to admit it.

"I'll call him over. You can ask him yourself." Dolores stood up, walking to the door. Theresa hurriedly to pull her, "No, please don't. I don't want to see him."

"Why don't you want to see me?" Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Armand was standing at the door. He took off the sunglasses, exposing the bruises at the corner of his eyes. He gazed at Theresa, "What kind of excuse you've hidden from me?"

Dolores looked at Armand and grabbed Theresa's shoulder, "You'd better tell him. If you truly want to break up with him, you should let him know the reason. He has the right to know it." After finishing her words, Dolores walked out of the door, leaving the private space to them.

Theresa bent down her head. She wanted to leave the lounge as well. When she reached the door, Armand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the lounge. He also closed the door. "You must tell me what you've hidden from me. Otherwise, I won't let you go." Armand was quite aggressive.

Theresa held herself with both arms, lacking security.

She even dared not to look into Armand's eyes, "I've hidden nothing from you."

"For real?" Armand obviously didn't buy it.

"Anything to do with Oscar?" Armand grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.

Theresa hurriedly shook her head, "No. It has nothing to do with him."

She just asked Oscar to help her. She didn't want Armand to misunderstand him again and bring trouble for him.

"If it has nothing to do with him, then with whom?"

"Please stop asking. We've broken up. Please don't disturb me," Theresa growled, trying hard to struggle free from his grip.

Armand clenched his fists, staring at her for a few seconds, "Okay. If you're not willing to tell me, I'll go ask Dolores. I believe she must know it."

After that, he turned away and was about to go.

"Stop, Armand!" Theresa stopped him.

"Don't make trouble out of nothing."

It was Dolores's happiest day. If he went to bother Dolores because of their matters, Theresa would feel quite sorry.

She didn't want to trouble others.

"If I couldn't get to know it, I wouldn't give up today."

Armand knew that Theresa didn't want him to bother Dolores. Hence, he became more aggressive to force her.

Suddenly, Theresa chuckled, "Do you really want to know?"

Armand answered without any hesitation, "Yes."

"All right." Theresa sat on the sofa. She snorted coldly, "Dolores always suggested I tell you clearly. All right. I'll make it clear to you today."

Armand looked at her, starting to feel uneasy and nervous. A bad hunch surged in his mind.

He pretended to be calm to look at Theresa.

Theresa slowly looked up at him, “I... In the future, I would never be able to have a baby all my life. That's what I've been hiding from you. Are you happy now?"

Armand thought that he had misheard something, "What... What do you mean?”

The next second, Theresa lost control. She laughed out while looking up at the ceiling, tears dropping, "What do I mean? I mean I could never be a mother in my life. I'm not a completed woman. Now you know it. Are you happy? Eh? Are you satisfied now?"

Armand looked as if he was struck by the lightning. He couldn't believe it at all, "You're lying to me. You're lying to me intentionally. We had a baby before. How couldn't you be a mother anymore?"

"Yes, I used to be pregnant," Theresa suddenly interrupted him. She stood up, staggered to Armand, held his hand, and put it on her belly, "For survival, I chose to remove my uterus. Hence, I can't give birth anymore. I don't have this functional part in my body. Do you know it?"

Armand shook his head, moving backward step by step, "You're lying to me. You are lying. How could it be possible..."

"Because I would have died if it wasn't removed. Hence, for living on, I chose to remove it. That's it."

She wiped her face, "Now you've known about it. Do you still want to be my boyfriend?"

Armand was shocked. He only heard a buzz right now. He even didn't know where to put his hands. Grabbing his hair at a loss, he didn't want to believe any single word that Theresa had said.

It wasn't only cruel to Theresa but also to him as well.

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at her, "It's fake. You made it up to lie to me, didn't you?"

Theresa walked to the sofa and sat down. Supporting her chin, with her back towards Armand, she shed tears. She had thought that it was quite hard for her to face such a situation. However, when she finally spoke it out, she didn't feel as upset as she had imagined. She gradually calmed down and said peacefully, "I'm not lying. It's the truth. Now you've known it. Just go."

How could Armand leave? He knelt to Theresa with one knee and grabbed her hand. Even she struggled, he didn't let go of it. Gripping the hand, he asked hoarsely, "Is this the reason why you insisted on breaking up with me?"

"Of course not," Theresa immediately denied. She said heartlessly, "Because I don't love you."

"I don't believe it!" Armand raised her hand and kissed it, "I don't care. I truly don't care. So what if we won't have any kids. It's enough that I'll have you. You should trust me. You shouldn't have hidden it from me."

Theresa sniffed. Tears blurred her vision, so she couldn't see him clearly, "You've known my health condition now. Why don't you just let me go?"

Armand shook his head, pressing his face into her face, "No matter what you are, I like you as deep as before. I've never changed my love to you."

Theresa bit her bottom lip, trying her best to hold back her tears, "You don't care about it. How about your grandmother?"

Armand stiffed. It was the most realistic problem.

"We can adopt kids and tell her that they are our biological children. Anyway, we will figure out ways."

"How about you? Don't you want your own child?"

Armand raised his head and looked into her eyes. To make her believe him, he didn't dodge from her gaze at all. He said, stressing each syllable, "It's enough for me if I have you."

"But, I don't believe it." Theresa was still timid. She didn't dare to face the fact that they would never have their own kids in the future.

"What should I do to prove it?" Armand looked around and saw a fruit knife on the table. He picked it up, "Do you need me to kill myself to prove my life to you?"