Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

She laid there for a long time and fell asleep without knowing it.

In her sleep, she felt someone hugging her from behind, kissing her on the neck and whispering her name in her ear.

“Lola.”

Initially she thought it was a dream but the whisper made her wake up. She suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head and saw that Sampson’s obsessive expressions had not yet dissipated and he was looking at her fiercely.

Without barely thinking, she lifted the quilt and got out of the bed.

She retreated to the wall barefoot, only stopping when there was no place left behind her.

Sampson didn’t come to his senses for a couple seconds, then he looked at her, “Why are you getting so worked up?”

Dolores pretended to be calm and denied, “No, I am not getting worked up. I was in a deep sleep, but suddenly someone… I… I got scared.’

“It’s just me, not a bad guy. Come back to bed.” Sampson waved at her warmly, his upper body naked.

Dolores didn’t move or respond to him. In the silence, she could hear the sounds of her dry breathes in her throat. She always felt extremely nervous and edgy whenever she was with Sampson. Her blood swelled as if her head was being pulled apart and her whole body was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Sampson stared at her with his deep probing gaze, but also full of temptation, “Why? Are you afraid of me?”

Dolores shook her head, “No.” She turned her head and glanced towards the balcony. The sky was already dark and only the lights in the room were on, “I slept for the whole afternoon and I am not sleepy anymore. You go to sleep.”

Sampson lifted the quilt, got off the bed and approached her. Dolores was helpless with apprehension.

She kept crying inwardly. Don’t come over, don’t come over.

Sampson grabbed her slender wrist and said, “I want to sleep with you.”

“But I am not sleepy anymore.” Dolores was in a panic. Sampson’s behavior had let her know what he wanted to do.

The clearer he expressed himself, the more afraid she got.

woke up, his face was still

last night. He pulled her into his arms fiercely and held her tightly as he kissed

away like crazy, “I won’t, I don’t

grabbed her restless hands

it took a long time for her to find an excuse, “I… My

her sharply, “You still remember

are talking about.” Dolores shook her head violently, struggling to get out

was so great

Then let me tell you. You didn’t forget anything; you are just pretending to forget the past so that I will not give you that injection. Every minute every second that you spend here, you are continuously thinking

at him imploringly, “Will you let me go? I am feeling

a deranged beast. Regardless of Dolores struggles and begging, he pushed her down on the bed and

bones. Her became even more presumptuous

stared at her alluring figure with red

broke with a crash. She couldn’t break away from him at all. Her expressions were overwhelmed by despair. She stopped struggling, not because she gave up but because if she didn’t stop struggling, it was only going to make Sampson crazier. She had no chance to break free from him.

had given up and was willing to cooperate with him. He gently stroked her cheek, “You are a normal woman, I know that you want it

room. If she was forced by Sampson today, then she would rather die than live

bed in this room and she had no tools even if

with desire. He didn’t notice Dolores thoughts at all and quickly took off his pants. Taking advantage of the short time of relaxation as he took his pants off, Dolores tried her best to push him away and

her calmly, wearing only underwear on his body. His skin was white and delicate, but

arms to hide her chest from being on display, slowly turned around to look

was her fortune that she knew

the wall behind Sampson,

decisive expressions,

didn’t want to hear him say even one more word.

where she got such brute force as she pushed him away. Bang! With a sound, her head

to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn’t lift them up. Warm liquid flowed down

dying? She thought to

little bit reluctant to die. She still hadn’t made arrangements for her children, if she died, they would be bullied.

hurt… It

didn’t want to leave