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

Matthew remained silent and Armand panicked. He wanted to save his grandmother, but he didn't want Dolores to be in danger. Sampson did all this just to get Dolores. If she went over, would she ever come back?

Sampson had the bomb on him.

If it was just a stranger being taken hostage by Sampson, Dolores might be hesitant, but it was Armand's grandmother, the only family member of Matthew's best friend. She couldn't let her get hurt because of her.

Sampson laughed. His laughter came out of his chest, full of mockery and sarcasm, "Lola, I told you that only I love you, only I would do anything for you. You open your eyes and look at Matthew. Does he care about you?"

"I'll go and you let go of Mrs. Leslie," Dolores said, her face expressionless. She ignored Sampson's words.

Looking at Dolores' calm face, Sampson lost control and shouted, "Wake up! Is he not afraid that I will die with you and we will be a ghost couple?"

"He's crazy!" Armand gritted his teeth in anger, "He might really do that. He had the bomb on him and obviously wanted to die with us."

Matthew still kept silent, like an extremely patient cheetah, waiting for the opportunity to take his prey down in one shot.

Dolores continued, "What you want is me. It's personal and it should be settled by us. You holding an old woman hostage will only make me hate you more!"

Sampson's eyes went red, "What did you say?!"

He was shocked and couldn't suppress his frustration, "You hate me?! Haha ... you hate me?!" His smile suddenly disappeared and his face distorted, "I'm too stupid to obey you in everything. You're with Matthew because he slept with you, right? Do you love him? No, you don't love him. You're only with him for the sake of your two kids. You love me! If I had slept with you in spite of your rejection, you would be with me right now. In the end, it's me who indulged you too much."

Even lunatic couldn't describe Sampson now. He was so crazy and horrible that even his mind and logic were not normal.

Dolores' hands hanging by her sides clenched into fists, "I'm here. You let go of Mrs. Leslie."

Sampson lowered his head. Mrs. Leslie was old. Perhaps because she was frightened, she kept trembling and couldn't say anything.

Armand was anxious, "Shit, he's a psychiatrist! He's much scarier than a normal person when he's sick."

"Sampson, what do you want!" Dolores got impatient. She felt that Mrs. Leslie was not doing well.

old that she

me a car." No one wanted to die, and neither did he. He put the bomb on his body

had a hostage, one that was very important to them, so he had a

car," Armand said and looked at Matthew. He didn't say anything,

about to pass the key and try to rescue

bodyguard said, "How am I supposed to give you the car key if I don't come

he said, strangling Mrs. Leslie and looking

a moment. It was Dolores who

the car. You drive. Don't even think about escaping, or

Mrs. Leslie into the car and sat in the

Dolores had to do what he

down the car, and he gave Mrs. Leslie a hard slap, who was instantly unconscious without screaming in

heard the slap. She turned around and saw Sampson's grim

She didn't expect Sampson to be so crazy as to abuse even

said no tricks.

bit her lip and put the pedal to the

an arrow the moment

an unpleasant smell

right," Sampson gave

the highway. If they got on the highway, it would be difficult for them to control him. And it was easy to

just want me. Let Mrs. Leslie go. She's a burden to you and an obstacle to your escape. It's the same

said coldly,

to go with you? She's in a coma. Aren't you afraid that she'll die? When

I let her go, will Matthew let me

time, he

you stop talking?" Sampson

let Mrs. Leslie go, she had