Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap

Chapter 167: Were They Missing Her

The sunshine was falling down warmly, hanging in the light blue sky without the harshness of the

summer. It wasn’t too warm; wrapping the body like a soft and comfortable long-worn cotton

underwear. The wind that blew occasionally also didn’t feel cold.

The sunshine was just right, but on the balcony in front of the courtyard sat a woman with scattered

black hair. The windows of the balcony were open for her to be able to breathe in the fresh air but she

looked as if she was in a lot of pain. The balcony was installed with an anti-escape window and she

was locked in the room. This was the only place from where she could see the outside world.

Apart from a servant, the only person left was Sampson. Sampson had never left this place since she

was brought there, but today, he had left this place for some reason.

On the surface, it seemed like he believed that she had amnesia and didn’t give her the injection, but

actually he didn’t believe her. He hardly allowed her to leave his sight for even a second and even

made the servant follow her when she went to the bathroom.

She had thought that on a day like today she would be able to breathe freely and find a way to leave

but Sampson had locked her in the house.

The only window in this room was this balcony, but it was also sealed. It was like she would have to

turn into a butterfly if she wanted to escape from here.

She closed her eyes slowly. If she was not there, were Samuel and Simona going to look for her?

Were they missing her?

What were they all doing right now…

Also, was Matthew worried about her? Was he looking for her…

She didn’t know anything.

At this time, there was the sound of the door opening.

Dolores opened her eyes immediately. Her expressions of pain and anxiety disappeared and was

changed into a look of blank ignorance.

She clenched her hands behind her back and stared at the door.

Sampson was wearing black casual clothes, a peaked cap and black sunglasses. He took off his hat

and sunglasses as he opened the door.

“Lola, I am back.” He put what he had just removed on the table, closed the door and walked towards

Dolores.

Dolores took a step back calmly, pretending to be unhappy, “You keep me locked in the house, don’t

even take me out. You say you love me but why do I feel like I am being imprisoned?”

Sampson walked over and hugged her, “Idiot, I am protecting you. There are too many bad people

outside. I am afraid that if you go out other people will harm you, hurt you. You should appreciate it.”

While saying, Sampson pinched her nose and lowered his head to kiss her forehead…

Dolores’s body was stiff and she wanted to push him away, but she was afraid that he would suspect

that she hadn’t lost her memory and would give her the injection.

No matter how disgusted she was, she could only endure. She pretended to be shy and gave him a

light playful push, “I haven’t even had lunch yet, I am hungry now.”

She was really not hungry; it was just an excuse to make him let her go.

Sampson frowned and glanced at the time, “It’s almost two o’clock, why haven’t you still had lunch?”

Dolores lowered her head. Her mouth was curved in an especially mocking arc, “You locked the door,

even the servant couldn’t open it. How would I have eaten?”

Sampson had forgotten this. In order to keep Dolores from running away, he didn’t trust anyone. He

had reservations even about the servant he had bought at a high price and kept the upstairs key to

himself.

“Are you angry?” Sampson lifted her chin, asking her to look at him.

Dolores blinked and took the opportunity to vent her unhappiness, “What do you think? You keep me

shut up in a room like a prisoner and not even give me food, if it was you, wouldn’t you be angry?”

Sampson smiled and apologize, “It’s my fault, I overlooked. You can punish me.”

“I dare not.” Dolores lowered her eyes.

“There is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you want it, I will definitely satisfy you.” Sampson promised,

patting his chest.

She widened her eyes innocently and looked at him expectantly, “Then, I want to go out, can you take

me?”

“Sure.” Sampson promised, hugging her shoulders, “But before you out, you have to eat first. Let’s go,

what do you want to eat, I will have the servant make it for you.”

Dolores was so excited that he actually agreed to take her out and she might have a chance to escape,

that she said casually, “Udon noodles.”

Sampson walked down the stairs with Dolores in his arms, “Bess, cook some udon for her.”

“Okay.” Bess was wearing an apron and wiping the dust off the TV. Hearing Sampson, she put down

the cleaning rag and went into the kitchen.

Still holding Dolores in his arms, Sampson sat down in front of the sofa. He picked up a strand of her

hair and kissed it. He was obsessed with her smell and her appearance. Whenever he was with her, he

always wanted to hold her, touch her hair and kiss her cheeks etc.

Dolores endured her stomach churning with disgust and asked tentatively, “When will you take me

out?”

“Tomorrow.” Sampson squinted at her as he smelled her hair.

Dolores lowered her eyes, her long lashes trembling slightly. She couldn’t dare believe Sampson’s

frank words, “Really?”

“Really.” Sampson took a deep breath and hugged her, “I just went out to arrange it and I will take you

away tomorrow.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He had not been in contact with anyone which was also planned at that time.

If there was a contact between him and anyone else, it would have left traces. Regardless of whether

Matthew could figure out that the Dolores at home was not the real one, Sampson couldn’t take any

risk to let anyone know that Dolores was here.

Going through the regular channel now required ID card, whether it was a train ticket or a plane ticket.

The real-name system made it very easy to expose them. So, he had prepared a car and had decided

to not get on a highway. He was going to leave City B through a small road and then go to a county in

Sichuan Province where there were many mountains and the roads were not very developed. It was far

from City B and he could easily live there for a while.

When the gust passed, he was going to take Dolores away from this country so that no one could ever

find them again.

Then he was going to be able to live with her forever and even have their own children in the future.

He had no regrets left in this life.

Dolores felt like she was just struck with thunder. He wanted to take her away from here?

“I think it is pretty good here…”

“This is not our home.” Sampson interrupted her.

Bess bought the noodles over, “The noodles are ready.”

“Put it on the table.” Sampson said as he took the chopsticks from Bess and handed it over to Dolores,

“Hurry up and eat, it won’t taste good if it swells up.”

Dolores took the chopsticks. She had no appetite at all, but she still pretended to eat very deliciously.

Her stomach hurt after eating. The noodles felt like stones, stuffing her stomach right up to her

esophagus, not getting digested.

“Are you not feeling well?” Sampson asked.

Dolores was holding her abdomen with a pale face but she didn’t say a word.

“I’ll help you go up and rest for a while.” Sampson helped her stand up.

Seeing her very uncomfortable, Bess suggested, “Would you like to have a doctor check it?”

Sampson glared at her sideways and warned, “Can I not see that she is feeling unwell? Do I need you

to remind?”

No outsider could know about this place and he was never going to allow strangers to come.

He was not going to allow any accidents to happen.

Bess realized that she had said too much and lowered her head.

Dolores knew what was wrong with her; it was probably because of her bad mood and the food.

She went back to the room and laid on the bed, “Can you let me rest alone in the room for a while?”

He hadn’t let her call a doctor, so when she made this request Sampson couldn’t refuse again. He said,

“Okay, rest well. I will come up later.”

Dolores closed her eyes solemnly, not wanting to say a word more.

She curled up in the quilt but kept her eyes open watching Sampson lock the door.

She was really tired. Last night, Sampson had slept in this room with her, hugging her. She had not

been able to sleep at all, didn’t dare to close her eyes, afraid to fall asleep fearing what he might do to

her.

Now, she was really exhausted and her stomach also felt really unwell.