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 couldn't

No one wanted to die, and neither did he. He put the bomb on his body just to

was very important to them, so he had a chance to

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

a car over. He was about to pass the key and try to rescue Mrs. Leslie while he had the chance, but Sampson wasn't

bodyguard said, "How am I supposed to give you the car

he said, strangling Mrs. Leslie and looking warily at the

for a moment. It was Dolores who came over and took the key

drive. Don't even think about escaping, or

Mrs. Leslie into the car and sat in

Mrs. Leslie, so Dolores had to do what he

slowed down the car, and he gave Mrs. Leslie a

the slap. She turned around and saw Sampson's grim expression and the slap mark on Mrs.

irritated. She didn't expect Sampson to be so

at Dolores, "I said no tricks. Or I'll kill her! Drive

bit her lip and put the pedal

an arrow the moment Dolores stepped on the gas

unpleasant smell of exhaust

to the right,"

highway, it would be difficult for them to control him. And it was easy to get into the accident on

burden to you and an obstacle to your escape. It's the same for you to hold

said coldly, "Drive

Leslie when I'm willing to go with you? She's in a coma. Aren't you afraid that she'll die?

her go, will Matthew

time, he

stop

cold. Since he wouldn't let Mrs. Leslie go, she had to do