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.

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, “We

held her

him away like crazy, “I won’t, I don’t want

grabbed her restless hands and

all over and it took a long time for her to find an excuse,

sharply, “You

Dolores shook her head violently,

in their strength was so great that

don’t know? Then let me tell you. You didn’t forget anything; you are just pretending to forget the past so that I will not give you that injection. Every minute every second that you spend here, you are continuously thinking about running

I didn’t!” Her lips trembled, and she looked at him imploringly, “Will you let

Dolores struggles and begging, he pushed her down

Perhaps it was her non-cooperation that aroused the desire to conquer in his bones. Her became even more presumptuous

alluring figure with red eyes and

stopped struggling, not because she gave up but because if she didn’t

had given up and was willing to cooperate with him. He gently stroked her cheek, “You are

If she was forced by Sampson today, then she would

but a bed in this room and she had no tools

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 away and rushed to the door to open it.

Sampson stood behind her calmly, wearing only underwear on his body. His skin was white and delicate, but the gentleness that

being on display, slowly

that it was her fortune that she knew Sampson,

behind Sampson,

her decisive expressions, Sampson

want to hear him say even one more word. She was

a crazy person. Sampson tried to stop her but he didn’t know from where she got such brute force as she pushed him away.

heavy that she couldn’t lift them up. Warm liquid flowed down her forehead as

she dying? She thought to

to die. She still hadn’t made arrangements for her children, if she died, they would be bullied. They didn’t

It

want to