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

that he would be soft-hearted

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

“Stop looking around. Come

up. The wine had 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

drinking. I can’t get 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

his head and gulped down

showed it to Dolores, “I’ve finished

no choice

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

the first time

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

her and asked,

“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.

not wanting to drink with me?” Sampson

no.” Dolores rubbed her forehead. That dizzy feeling didn’t disappear

the glass filled with wine, “Don’t you try to fool me.

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

another glass under Sampson’s

to pour

back now. Samuel and Simona are still waiting for me at

that whole situation. He seemed

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

light. Sampson barely needed any effort

and sat beside her, fondling her hair, “Don’t blame me. You’re the one

all planned before they

he was still lack of confidence doing it. He was forced to come by Maria

after hearing Dolores’s words,

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