Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap by Hannah Baker

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

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

would never be together. And

two glasses of wine, “Stop looking

a bright red colour as well as a mellow scent. It was a fine

need to get back early too. Simona can’t leave me.” It was always

reply, but he lifted his head and

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

had no choice but to

different from a white wine which burned. Red wine

again, “This is the first time the two of

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.

wanting to drink with

rubbed her forehead. That

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

open her eyes to look

drank another glass

to pour the wine for

drunk. I need to go back now. Samuel and Simona are still waiting for me at home.” Dolores stood up as she talked. She stumbled a few steps before she totally lost her consciousness and

sitting still on the sofa for that whole situation. He seemed to know that Dolores couldn’t walk out

stood up, carried Dolores

light. Sampson barely needed any effort to

placed Dolores down and sat beside her, fondling her hair, “Don’t blame me. You’re the one that force me to do

planned before

still lack of confidence doing it. He was forced

after hearing Dolores’s words, he had

don’t even care about me anymore.