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.”

wine and poured it

that he would be soft-hearted and couldn’t lay

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

looking around. Come

colour as well as a mellow scent. It was a

can’t leave me.” It was always Dolores who

didn’t reply, but he lifted his head and gulped down

his empty glass and showed it

no choice but

was different from a white wine which burned. Red wine was milder and wouldn’t feel uncomfortable

is the first time the two of us drinking wine

vision was a bit blurry. She blinked her eyes and said, “Yeah, but

looked at her and asked,

“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.

not wanting

her forehead. That dizzy feeling didn’t disappear but getting

to fool me. You said that you would accompany and drink

tried to open her eyes to look

another glass under

pour the wine

me at home.” Dolores stood up as she

for that whole situation. He seemed to

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

and very light. Sampson barely needed any effort to lift

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

all planned before they

confidence doing it. He was forced to come by

hearing Dolores’s words, he

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