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.

sleep either, so let’s do something fun.” He stared at Dolores. Because he had just woke up, his face was still red and his eyes were fiery, “We are a

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

him away like crazy, “I won’t, I don’t

restless hands and looked at her

all over and it took a long time for her to find an

Sampson interrupted her sharply, “You still remember everything,

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

in their strength was so great that she

forget anything; you are just pretending to forget the past so

him imploringly,

like a deranged beast. Regardless of Dolores struggles and begging, he pushed her down on the bed and ripped off her clothes. Dolores struggled desperately under him, “Please,

the desire to conquer in his bones. Her became even more presumptuous and his actions became

you being so reserved?” Sampson stared at her alluring figure with red eyes and

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

given up and was willing to cooperate with him. He gently stroked her cheek, “You

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

was nothing but a bed in this room and she had no tools even if she

took his pants

run away.” Sampson stood behind her calmly, wearing only underwear on his body. His skin was white and delicate, but the gentleness that he used to have no longer

from being on display, slowly turned around to

to think that it was her fortune that she knew Sampson, but now she knew that this was

behind Sampson, she made up her

her decisive expressions, Sampson panicked,

to hear him say even one more word. She was disgusted!

a crazy person. Sampson tried to stop her but he didn’t know from where she got such brute force as she pushed him away. Bang! With a sound, her

heavy that she couldn’t lift them

She thought to

still a little bit reluctant 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

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