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

She laid there for a long time and fell asleep without knowing it.

In her sleep, she felt someone hugging her from behind, kissing her on the neck and whispering her name in her ear.

“Lola.”

Initially she thought it was a dream but the whisper made her wake up. She suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head and saw that Sampson’s obsessive expressions had not yet dissipated and he was looking at her fiercely.

Without barely thinking, she lifted the quilt and got out of the bed.

She retreated to the wall barefoot, only stopping when there was no place left behind her.

Sampson didn’t come to his senses for a couple seconds, then he looked at her, “Why are you getting so worked up?”

Dolores pretended to be calm and denied, “No, I am not getting worked up. I was in a deep sleep, but suddenly someone… I… I got scared.’

“It’s just me, not a bad guy. Come back to bed.” Sampson waved at her warmly, his upper body naked.

Dolores didn’t move or respond to him. In the silence, she could hear the sounds of her dry breathes in her throat. She always felt extremely nervous and edgy whenever she was with Sampson. Her blood swelled as if her head was being pulled apart and her whole body was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Sampson stared at her with his deep probing gaze, but also full of temptation, “Why? Are you afraid of me?”

Dolores shook her head, “No.” She turned her head and glanced towards the balcony. The sky was already dark and only the lights in the room were on, “I slept for the whole afternoon and I am not sleepy anymore. You go to sleep.”

Sampson lifted the quilt, got off the bed and approached her. Dolores was helpless with apprehension.

She kept crying inwardly. Don’t come over, don’t come over.

Sampson grabbed her slender wrist and said, “I want to sleep with you.”

“But I am not sleepy anymore.” Dolores was in a panic. Sampson’s behavior had let her know what he wanted to do.

The clearer he expressed himself, the more afraid she got.

can’t sleep either, so let’s do something fun.” He stared at Dolores. Because he had just woke up, his face was still red and his eyes were fiery,

He pulled her into his arms fiercely and held her tightly as he

won’t, I don’t want to. Let me

not?” Sampson grabbed her restless

long time for her to find an excuse, “I… My stomach still

interrupted her sharply, “You still remember

what you are talking about.” Dolores shook her head violently, struggling to get out of his

in their strength was

the past so that I will not give you that injection. Every

lips trembled, and she looked at him imploringly, “Will

and begging, he pushed her down

became even more presumptuous and his actions became rough. Suddenly, Dolores felt a chill in

so reserved?” Sampson stared at her alluring figure

at all. Her expressions were overwhelmed by despair. She stopped struggling, not because she gave up but because if she didn’t stop struggling, it was only going to make Sampson crazier. She

and was willing to cooperate with him.

the room. If she was forced by Sampson today, then she would rather

in this room and she had

notice Dolores thoughts at all and quickly took off his pants. Taking advantage of the short time of relaxation as he took his pants off, Dolores tried her best to push him

body. His skin was white and delicate, but the gentleness that

hugged herself with her arms to hide her chest from being on display, slowly turned around to look

her fortune that she knew Sampson, but now she knew that this was actually a

wall behind Sampson, she made

expressions,

say even one more word.

person. Sampson tried to stop her but he didn’t know from where she got such

wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn’t lift them up.

she dying? She

still hadn’t made arrangements for her children, if she died, they would

It hurt a

want to