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.

Because he had just woke up, his face was still red and his eyes were

was not as well-behaved as last night. He pulled her into his arms fiercely and held her tightly as he kissed her recklessly,

away like crazy, “I won’t, I don’t want to.

grabbed her restless hands

her to find an excuse, “I… My stomach still hurts, I don’t feel

her sharply, “You still remember

don’t know what you are talking about.” Dolores shook her head

their strength was so

forget anything; you are just pretending to forget the past so that I will not give you that injection. Every minute every second

him imploringly, “Will you let

make you feel comfortable!” This time Sampson was like a deranged beast. Regardless of Dolores struggles and begging, he pushed her down on the bed and ripped off her clothes. Dolores struggled

Her became even more presumptuous and his actions became rough. Suddenly, Dolores felt a chill in her chest as

stared at her alluring figure with red eyes and smiled evilly, “I love you so much,

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

with him. He gently stroked her cheek, “You are a normal woman, I know that you want it

looking desperately around the room. If she was forced by Sampson today, then she would rather die

in this room and she had no tools even

had lost his mind 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 rushed

body. His skin was white and delicate, but the gentleness that he used to have

to hide her chest from being on display, slowly turned

that she knew Sampson, but now she knew

the wall behind Sampson, she made up

her decisive expressions, Sampson panicked,

hear him say even

got such

so heavy that she couldn’t lift them up. Warm liquid flowed down

She thought to

to die. She still hadn’t made arrangements for her children, if she died, they would be bullied. They didn’t even have a father and now she was going to leave them

hurt… It hurt

didn’t want