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

The sunshine was falling down warmly, hanging in the light blue sky without the harshness of the summer. It wasn’t too warm; wrapping the body like a soft and comfortable long-worn cotton underwear. The wind that blew occasionally also didn’t feel cold.

The sunshine was just right, but on the balcony in front of the courtyard sat a woman with scattered black hair. The windows of the balcony were open for her to be able to breathe in the fresh air but she looked as if she was in a lot of pain. The balcony was installed with an anti-escape window and she was locked in the room. This was the only place from where she could see the outside world.

Apart from a servant, the only person left was Sampson. Sampson had never left this place since she was brought there, but today, he had left this place for some reason.

On the surface, it seemed like he believed that she had amnesia and didn’t give her the injection, but actually he didn’t believe her. He hardly allowed her to leave his sight for even a second and even made the servant follow her when she went to the bathroom.

She had thought that on a day like today she would be able to breathe freely and find a way to leave but Sampson had locked her in the house.

The only window in this room was this balcony, but it was also sealed. It was like she would have to turn into a butterfly if she wanted to escape from here.

She closed her eyes slowly. If she was not there, were Samuel and Simona going to look for her?

Were they missing her?

What were they all doing right now…

Also, was Matthew worried about her? Was he looking for her…

She didn’t know anything.

At this time, there was the sound of the door opening.

Dolores opened her eyes immediately. Her expressions of pain and anxiety disappeared and was changed into a look of blank ignorance.

She clenched her hands behind her back and stared at the door.

Sampson was wearing black casual clothes, a peaked cap and black sunglasses. He took off his hat and sunglasses as he opened the door.

“Lola, I am back.” He put what he had just removed on the table, closed the door and walked towards Dolores.

Dolores took a step back calmly, pretending to be unhappy, “You keep me locked in the house, don’t even take me out. You say you love me but why do I feel like I am being imprisoned?”

I am afraid

Sampson pinched her nose and lowered his head to kiss her

afraid that he

could only endure. She pretended to be shy and gave him a light playful

hungry; it was just an excuse to make him let

almost two o’clock, why haven’t you still

mocking arc, “You locked the door, even the servant couldn’t open it. How would I have

reservations even about the

her chin,

and took the opportunity to vent her unhappiness, “What do you think? You keep me shut up in a room like a prisoner and not even give me food, if it was you,

smiled and apologize, “It’s my fault,

not.” Dolores

of. As long as you want it, I will definitely satisfy

expectantly, “Then,

first. Let’s go, what do you

actually agreed to take her out and she

in his arms, “Bess,

TV. Hearing Sampson, she put down the cleaning rag and

Dolores in his arms, Sampson sat down in front of the sofa. He picked up a strand of her hair and kissed it. He was obsessed with her smell and her appearance. Whenever he was with her, he always

endured her stomach churning with disgust and asked

her as he smelled

lashes trembling slightly.

“I just went out

been in contact with anyone which was also planned

figure out that the Dolores at home was not the real one, Sampson couldn’t take any risk to let anyone know

had prepared a car and had decided to not get on a highway. He was going to leave City B through a small road and then go to a county in Sichuan Province where there were many mountains and the roads were not very

was going to take Dolores away from this country so that no one could ever find them

to be able to live with her forever and even have their own children

regrets left

thunder.