Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 101: Ruining Her

This place wasn’t like a bar or a restaurant. It was decorated luxuriously and clean, with one or two

people passing by occasionally.

Doloress was puzzled, “What kind of place is this?”

“A bar.” Sampson was pulling her towards the private room at the end of the corridor.

Dolores frowned, “Rarely have I seen such quiet bar.”

“This is a private bar and it’s not open to the public, just only to some people.” Sampson explained, “It’s

quiet here.”

“Oh.”

They reached the private room in just a moment, and Sampson pushed the door open. The room was

large and a bit dull with its warm yellow light. At the back, there was a black leather sofa. There was a

round table at the front, with two bottles of red wine and two glasses on it.

Dolores looked at Sampson, “You arranged this in advance?”

Sampson was stiff for a moment, but he replied naturally, “I’m a VIP guest here and this is my reserved

private room. The wine was stored here by me too.”

Dolores walked into the room, “I remember that you don’t like drinking wine.”

Sampson stood at the door, looking at Dolores’s slim back, and fell into a trance for a second, “People

always change, isn’t it? I’m a human too, and I do have emotions and desires too. I’ll be sad too for

falling in love with the person I can’t have.”

There was overtone in his conversation.

Dolores got the meaning of Sampson’s words.

She pretended to be casual while glancing around the room. She reached out to touch the lampshade,

knock on the wine bottle, and fiddle with the goblet. “There are thousands of people in the world and it

is fate that brings them to meet. And some of them are even not meant to be. There’s a saying that

goes ‘If it’s meant to be, it will be’.”

Sampson looked down and smiled, “You’re always being eloquent, not giving me a single chance. Do

you show respect to elders?”

Dolores turned around, smiling at him, “You’re not old. To me, you’re always the one wearing white coat

with glasses, always asking about Jeremy’s condition. And you always take care of me like a big

brother. I remember it all.”

Sampson opened the wine and poured it out, “Let’s not talk about the past.”

He was afraid that he would be soft-hearted and couldn’t lay a hand on her.

However, without ruining her, Maria Herbert and Matthew Nelson would never be together. And their

marriage wouldn’t be able to give the Herbert family a promising future.

Sampson poured two glasses of wine, “Stop looking around. Come and have a drink with me.”

Dolores sat on the sofa and held the wine that Sampson poured for her up. The wine had a bright red

colour as well as a mellow scent. It was a fine red wine. Sampson held his own wine glass and clinked

it against hers with a crisp sound, “Let’s paint the town red today.”

“I’m not really good at drinking. I can’t get wasted with you. I need to get back early too. Simona can’t Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

leave me.” It was always Dolores who put Simona Flores to bed. Without Dolores at night, it might

bother Jessica Lennon.

Sampson didn’t reply, but he lifted his head and gulped down the wine.

He held his empty glass and showed it to Dolores, “I’ve finished it. Your turn.”

Dolores had no choice but to drink it.

Red wine was different from a white wine which burned. Red wine was milder and wouldn’t feel

uncomfortable with it.

Sampson poured her some wine again, “This is the first time the two of us drinking wine in such a quiet

place.”

“Mm.” Dolores lowered her eyes and stared at Sampson, pouring the wine. Her vision was a bit blurry.

She blinked her eyes and said, “Yeah, but this wine is very strong.”

Sampson looked at her and asked, “Is it?”

“Yes.” Dolores felt dizzy.

“Would it be an excuse for not wanting to drink with me?” Sampson said deliberately.

“No, no.” Dolores rubbed her forehead. That dizzy feeling didn’t disappear but getting worse.

Sampson handed her the glass filled with wine, “Don’t you try to fool me. You said that you would

accompany and drink with me.”

Dolores tried to open her eyes to look at Sampson, but her vision was still blurry.

She drank another glass under Sampson’s urging.

Sampson continued to pour the wine for her.

“I can’t have it anymore. I’m really getting drunk. I need to go back now. Samuel and Simona are still

waiting for me at home.” Dolores stood up as she talked. She stumbled a few steps before she totally

lost her consciousness and fell onto the ground.

Sampson was sitting still on the sofa for that whole situation. He seemed to know that Dolores couldn’t

walk out of the room.

He finished his wine and placed the glass down. He then stood up, carried Dolores who had fainted on

the floor, and put her on the sofa.

She was slim and very light. Sampson barely needed any effort to lift her up.

He placed Dolores down and sat beside her, fondling her hair, “Don’t blame me. You’re the one that

force me to do this.”

It was all planned before they came.

Just that, he was still lack of confidence doing it. He was forced to come by Maria Herbert.

But after hearing Dolores’s words, he had no hesitation anymore.

He gently caressed her face, “You don’t even care about me anymore. Why should I care about you

too?”

Dolores had lost her consciousness and couldn’t hear any of his words.

Sampson unbuttoned her clothes one by one, exposing her fair and smooth skin. He was caressing her

cheek, her neck…

He gulped.

“I know that you will hate me when you wake up. I have no choice. The mineral water that I gave you

was added chemical. There’s no going back for you now. Neither do I.” The mineral water had added a

medicine that increased the movements of the stomach. And the red wine had very high alcohol

content too. When consumed together, it would lead to a coma easily.

Even if someone found out, they would just conclude that she was drunk only.

Dolores’s blouse was untied. The black brassiere was wrapping her full and round breasts. Her chest

moved up and down as she breathed. It was tempting.

Her stomach was flat with a few stretch marks under the navel, which were left when she conceived

Samuel and Simona.

The two children were born small. So the stretch marks on her weren’t noticeable, not like tiger stripes

which were horrifying. Hers were paler, not ugly to look at, and a bit sexy too.

Sampson’s big hand was caressing Dolores’s belly, “Maria said that women are perceptual. They will

have feelings for the first man that get laid with them. If you know that the person was Matthew Nelson,

will you fall in love with him?”

“Nope, you’ve moved, aren’t you?” Sampson lowered his head and laughed deeply, “When Matthew

saw you, he called off his engagement with Maria. However, you had been reluctant to come back. But

after you met Matthew, you came back. Was it for him?”

Matthew leaned over and kissed Dolores’s lips, “This is the first time kissing you and you didn’t refuse

me.”

Whenever Sampson kissed Dolores, she would reject him at that crucial moment.

He knew that Dolores was rejecting him for getting closer.

Because of disliking him, even if she agreed to, her body was resisting it too.

Sampson whispered into her ear, “Maybe Maria was right. Even if you didn’t know which was Matthew,

but since you two had a roll in the hay, you would have feeling for him, even if it is subconsciously.”

“But, what if I do it with you too, would you have feelings for me too? Lola…”

As Sampson said, he unbuttoned her pants.

And he pulled down the zipper.