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.”

poured it out, “Let’s not talk about

soft-hearted and couldn’t lay a hand

would never be together. And their marriage wouldn’t be able to give the Herbert

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

a bright red colour as well as a mellow scent. It was a fine red wine. Sampson held his own wine glass and clinked it against hers with a crisp sound, “Let’s

wasted with you. I need to get back early too. Simona can’t leave me.” It was always Dolores who put Simona Flores to bed. Without Dolores at

reply, but he lifted his head and gulped down

held his empty glass and showed it to Dolores, “I’ve finished it. Your

no choice but

wine which burned. Red wine was milder and wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with

the first time the two of us drinking wine in such a

eyes and stared at Sampson, pouring the wine. Her vision was a bit blurry. She

looked at her and

“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.

be an excuse for not wanting to drink with me?” Sampson said

That dizzy

you try to fool

to look at Sampson,

glass under Sampson’s

continued to pour the wine

still waiting for me at home.” Dolores stood up

sitting still on the sofa for that whole situation. He seemed to know

then stood up, carried Dolores who had fainted on the floor, and put her on the

barely needed any effort

fondling her hair, “Don’t blame me.

all planned

confidence doing it. He was forced to come

words,

face, “You don’t even care about me anymore.