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.

into an ironical smile on her

on so much effort -

Herbert family, born rich and noble. He should have

her all fours were still tied up. Sampson wasn’t in the room. It seemed that he was

click, the door of the room was pushed open. Sampson came in with some

she was awake, he asked, “You are

locked it from the inside. He was afraid that the lock might be broken,

thirsty,” she said in an extremely

how long she hadn’t spoken or drunk water. Right now,

untied her hands. A dark red mark was left on her slender and fair

sorry for her, how would

helped her sit up, “I’ll

wrists. Sampson took out a bottle of water. When he was about to open the lid, she said, “I’ll do it

asked, “Don’t your

dinner, didn’t you? You must also be

took it over and carefully observed to see if the lid had been opened before. She was so afraid of Sampson now, afraid that

she was

bought outside. Then he gave the other portion

hungry indeed, but she didn’t take the

thought it was because that she didn’t 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

get full. She didn’t eat much not because the food wasn’t tasty. When she was still leading the poor life with her

dare to eat too much, because it was given by

her a shadow - she always suspected that he would

would

down. I’ll put the

takeout box and took a sip of the water, “I want to use

she found that her

numb legs. Sampson hurriedly reached out, aiming to help her rub them. Dolores was afraid of his touch. She took steps back by instinct. Her legs bumped the edge of the bed,

dragged her legs that had certain feelings to the bathroom. She closed the door and locked it from the inside. After ensuring it was locked, she breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t coming to use the toilet, though. She just didn’t want Sampson to put the medicine on her wounds. She could tell that he would tie her up again after doing it.

numbness on her legs because they had