Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 174

Dolores was dizzy. She felt the bumps and realized that she was lying in a car.

She gradually opened her eyes and her sight changed from blurred to clear. She looked around and got a picture of her status now.

She was in an MPV with seven seats. The backseat was put down, so there was a large space in the back compartment. The backseat seemed like a big bed, on which she was lying. On the window, the black auto foil covered the glasses, so she wasn’t sure if it was dark or bright outside. However, she guessed that it should be in the daytime because she didn’t see any sparkling light.

When she was about to move, she got a migraine and she couldn’t move her hands at all. Lowering her head, she found that all fours were tied up.

Sampson, who was driving, saw her wake up in the rearview mirror. He said, “You are awake. Are you hungry now?”

Dolores thought about what happened earlier, and she was unwilling to speak to him. She closed her eyes again.

“Do you hate me?” Sampson could see her expression clearly through the rearview mirror.

She didn’t want to speak to him at all, did she?

“Lola, we’re in love. Sooner or later we’ll make love. Why do you have to do this? I feel sorry for you if you get hurt.” He indeed felt sorry for this woman, but comparing with it, he had more desire to gain this woman’s heart.

“Are you hungry?” Sampson asked again.

No matter what Sampson said, Dolores pretended that she couldn’t hear him. She didn’t answer. Right now, she disgusted this man so very much. Also, she had known how vicious this man was.

Sampson knew that she was seriously angry with him, so he didn’t continue asking him. He said, “Let me know if you are hungry.”

Then he shut up and concentrated on driving.

Dolores felt a strong migraine. She wondered what kind of road the car was driven on. It was quite bumpy. The wound on her head hurt when she felt the jolt. However, she didn’t weep or complain, just bearing the pain in silence.

To release her pain, Dolores forced her mind to become blank. As long as she could fall asleep, she wouldn’t feel the pain.

The sun was setting. It was getting dark outside.

When she woke up again, she didn’t know what time it was. She wasn’t in the car either. Instead, she was in a hotel room, which was small with little furniture. It was kind of clean, seemingly it was a private inn that didn’t request the ID to check-in. Dolores found it was remodeled based on a residence apartment - the room was separated based on a living room.

She curled up her lips into an ironical smile on her pale face.

She had to admit that Sampson had put on so much effort - in order not to be found, he could bear such a shabby place.

He was from the Herbert family, born rich and noble. He should have never suffered in this way before.

Dolores’s throat was dried out. She wanted to drink some water. However, her all fours were still tied up. Sampson wasn’t in the room. It seemed that he was afraid that she would escape so he didn’t release her.

With a click, the door of the room was pushed open. Sampson came in with some things in his hands.

Seeing that she was awake, he asked, “You are awake. You must be hungry, aren’t you?”

As he spoke, he closed the door and locked it from the inside. He was afraid that the lock might be broken, so he twisted the doorknob to see if the lock worked. After ensuring it, he put the things on the table.

“I’m thirsty,” she said in an extremely hoarse voice.

She didn’t know for how long she hadn’t spoken or drunk water. Right now, she was almost killed by thirst.

Sampson untied her hands. A dark red mark was left on her slender and fair wrists. He stroked it, “Does it hurt?”

Dolores didn’t answer. He was indeed hypocritical. If he truly felt sorry for her, how would he have treated her in this way?

Sampson untied her feet and helped her sit up, “I’ll get you some water.”

Dolores moved her sore wrists. Sampson took out a bottle of water. When he was about to open the lid, she said, “I’ll do it myself.”

Sampson asked, “Don’t your wrists hurt?”

“No. You bought dinner, didn’t you? You must also be hungry. You can eat first.”

Sampson stared at her for a few seconds. Then he passed the unopened bottle of mineral water to her. Dolores took it over and carefully observed to see if the lid had been opened before. She was so afraid of Sampson now, afraid that he would drug her again.