Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 167

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.”