Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

This place wasn’t like a bar or a restaurant. It was decorated luxuriously and clean, with one or two people passing by occasionally.

Doloress was puzzled, “What kind of place is this?”

“A bar.” Sampson was pulling her towards the private room at the end of the corridor.

Dolores frowned, “Rarely have I seen such quiet bar.”

“This is a private bar and it’s not open to the public, just only to some people.” Sampson explained, “It’s quiet here.”

“Oh.”

They reached the private room in just a moment, and Sampson pushed the door open. The room was large and a bit dull with its warm yellow light. At the back, there was a black leather sofa. There was a round table at the front, with two bottles of red wine and two glasses on it.

Dolores looked at Sampson, “You arranged this in advance?”

Sampson was stiff for a moment, but he replied naturally, “I’m a VIP guest here and this is my reserved private room. The wine was stored here by me too.”

Dolores walked into the room, “I remember that you don’t like drinking wine.”

Sampson stood at the door, looking at Dolores’s slim back, and fell into a trance for a second, “People always change, isn’t it? I’m a human too, and I do have emotions and desires too. I’ll be sad too for falling in love with the person I can’t have.”

There was overtone in his conversation.

Dolores got the meaning of Sampson’s words.

She pretended to be casual while glancing around the room. She reached out to touch the lampshade, knock on the wine bottle, and fiddle with the goblet. “There are thousands of people in the world and it is fate that brings them to meet. And some of them are even not meant to be. There’s a saying that goes ‘If it’s meant to be, it will be’.”

Sampson looked down and smiled, “You’re always being eloquent, not giving me a single chance. Do you show respect to elders?”

Dolores turned around, smiling at him, “You’re not old. To me, you’re always the one wearing white coat with glasses, always asking about Jeremy’s condition. And you always take care of me like a big brother. I remember it all.”

opened the wine and poured it out, “Let’s not talk about the

was afraid that he would be soft-hearted and couldn’t lay a hand on

her, Maria Herbert and Matthew Nelson would never be together. And their marriage wouldn’t be able

poured two glasses of wine, “Stop looking around. Come and have a drink

scent. It

get back early too. Simona can’t leave me.” It was always

but he lifted his head and gulped down the

held his empty glass and showed it to

no choice but to

from a white wine which burned. Red wine was

poured her some wine again, “This is the first time

stared at Sampson, pouring the wine. Her vision was a bit blurry. She blinked her eyes and said, “Yeah, but this wine is very

her and asked, “Is

“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.

wanting to drink with me?”

forehead. That dizzy

“Don’t you try to fool me.

tried to open her eyes to look at Sampson, but her vision

glass under Sampson’s

continued to pour the

and Simona are still waiting for me at home.” Dolores stood up as she talked. She stumbled a few steps before she totally

for that whole situation. He seemed to know that Dolores couldn’t walk out

wine and placed the glass down. He then stood up, carried Dolores who had fainted on the floor, and

slim and very light. Sampson barely needed any

sat beside her, fondling her hair, “Don’t blame me. You’re the one that force me to do

all planned before

of confidence doing it.

after hearing Dolores’s words, he had no

her face, “You don’t even care about