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

Dolores was dizzy. She felt the bumps and realized that she was lying in a car.

She gradually opened her eyes and her sight changed from blurred to clear. She looked around and got a picture of her status now.

She was in an MPV with seven seats. The backseat was put down, so there was a large space in the back compartment. The backseat seemed like a big bed, on which she was lying. On the window, the black auto foil covered the glasses, so she wasn’t sure if it was dark or bright outside. However, she guessed that it should be in the daytime because she didn’t see any sparkling light.

When she was about to move, she got a migraine and she couldn’t move her hands at all. Lowering her head, she found that all fours were tied up.

Sampson, who was driving, saw her wake up in the rearview mirror. He said, “You are awake. Are you hungry now?”

Dolores thought about what happened earlier, and she was unwilling to speak to him. She closed her eyes again.

“Do you hate me?” Sampson could see her expression clearly through the rearview mirror.

She didn’t want to speak to him at all, did she?

“Lola, we’re in love. Sooner or later we’ll make love. Why do you have to do this? I feel sorry for you if you get hurt.” He indeed felt sorry for this woman, but comparing with it, he had more desire to gain this woman’s heart.

“Are you hungry?” Sampson asked again.

No matter what Sampson said, Dolores pretended that she couldn’t hear him. She didn’t answer. Right now, she disgusted this man so very much. Also, she had known how vicious this man was.

Sampson knew that she was seriously angry with him, so he didn’t continue asking him. He said, “Let me know if you are hungry.”

Then he shut up and concentrated on driving.

Dolores felt a strong migraine. She wondered what kind of road the car was driven on. It was quite bumpy. The wound on her head hurt when she felt the jolt. However, she didn’t weep or complain, just bearing the pain in silence.

To release her pain, Dolores forced her mind to become blank. As long as she could fall asleep, she wouldn’t feel the pain.

The sun was setting. It was getting dark outside.

When she woke up again, she didn’t know what time it was. She wasn’t in the car either. Instead, she was in a hotel room, which was small with little furniture. It was kind of clean, seemingly it was a private inn that didn’t request the ID to check-in. Dolores found it was remodeled based on a residence apartment - the room was separated based on a living room.

up her lips into an ironical smile

had to admit that Sampson had put on so much effort - in order

was from the Herbert family, born rich and noble. He should

to drink some water. However, her all fours were still tied up. Sampson

the room was pushed open. Sampson came in with some things

asked, “You are awake.

lock might be broken, so he twisted the doorknob to see if the lock worked. After

said in an

she hadn’t spoken or drunk

mark was left on her slender

he truly felt sorry for her, how would he

her sit up, “I’ll

sore wrists. Sampson took out a bottle of water. When he was about to open the lid,

“Don’t your wrists

You must also be

passed the unopened bottle of mineral water to her. Dolores took it over and carefully observed to see

was quite

outside. Then he gave the

take the

like the food. He explained, “This is a remote town without any big restaurants, and its condition is poor. Just bear it for one more day. I’ll find a good restaurant so you can

silent. She took the food over and took several bites to get full. She didn’t eat much not because the food wasn’t tasty. When she was still leading the

eat too much, because it was given by

-

was afraid that he would put the

I’ll put the medicine

took a sip of the water, “I want to

she stood up, she found that her legs were numb. She got soreness

them. Dolores was afraid of his touch. She took steps back by instinct. Her legs bumped the edge of the bed, making her sit down. She immediately refused, “No,

wasn’t coming to use the toilet, though. She just didn’t want Sampson to put the medicine on her wounds. She

rest while sitting on the toilet, rubbing the numbness on