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 out, “Let’s not talk about

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

without ruining her, Maria Herbert and Matthew Nelson would never be together. And their marriage wouldn’t

“Stop looking around. Come and have

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 paint the town red

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

but he lifted his head and

held his empty glass and showed it to Dolores, “I’ve

choice but to drink

burned. Red wine was milder and

“This is the first time the two of us drinking wine in such a quiet

stared at Sampson, pouring the wine. Her vision was a bit blurry. She blinked her eyes and said, “Yeah, but this

her and

“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.

not wanting to drink with me?” Sampson

That dizzy feeling

to fool me. You said that you would accompany

look at Sampson, but her

drank another glass under Sampson’s

pour the wine

still waiting for me at home.” Dolores stood up as she talked. She stumbled a few steps before she totally lost her consciousness and fell onto

He seemed to know

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

slim and very light. Sampson barely needed any effort to

placed Dolores down and sat beside her, fondling her hair, “Don’t blame me.

planned

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

Dolores’s words, he had no hesitation

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