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.”

the wine and poured it out, “Let’s not

afraid that he would be soft-hearted

and Matthew Nelson would never be together. And

poured two glasses of wine, “Stop looking around. Come and have a drink with

scent. It was a

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

reply, but he lifted his head and gulped down the

glass and showed it to

choice

wine was different from a white wine which burned. Red wine was milder

poured her some wine again, “This is the first time the two of us drinking wine

Her vision was a bit blurry. She blinked her

her and

“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.

excuse for not wanting to drink

no.” Dolores rubbed her forehead. That

you try to fool me. You said that you would accompany and drink

look at Sampson, but

another glass under

continued to pour

back now. Samuel and Simona are still waiting for me at home.” Dolores stood up

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

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

and very light. Sampson barely

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

was all planned before

doing it. He was forced to come by Maria

after hearing Dolores’s words, he had no

about me anymore. Why should