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.”

poured it out, “Let’s not

be soft-hearted and

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

wine, “Stop looking around. Come and have a

for her up. The wine had a bright red colour as well as a mellow scent. It was a fine red wine. Sampson held his own wine glass and clinked it against hers

drinking. I can’t get wasted with you. I need to get back early too. Simona can’t leave me.” It

reply, but he lifted his head

it to Dolores, “I’ve finished it.

no choice but to drink

white wine which burned. Red wine was

the first time the two of us drinking

Her vision was a bit blurry. She blinked her eyes and said,

her

“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.

not wanting to drink with

Dolores rubbed her forehead. That dizzy feeling didn’t disappear but getting

her the glass filled with wine, “Don’t you try to fool me. You said that you would accompany and

to look

drank another glass under

to pour the

Samuel and Simona are still waiting for me at home.” Dolores stood up as she

whole situation. He seemed to know that

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

barely needed any

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

was all planned before

lack of confidence doing it. He was forced

words, he had no hesitation

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