Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 42

On such an occasion, the matters that were being discussed were always related to businesses. Sampson was also biting the bullet to socialize with others. Dolores could tell that he did not like such an occasion. So, she pulled Sampson’s arm and whispered, “I want to go out, I need some air.”

Sampson held her hand, “I’ll take you to the back parlour.”

The lights, the noises, the voices of conversations and the flatteries gradually became inaudible.

After passing through the corridor, they reached the back parlour. It was wide, open and much quieter than the lobby. Occasionally, some people talked with each other while standing in front of the window.

“You don’t like those conversations, right?” Sampson smiled faintly, “In fact, I don’t like it either.”

He had no choice but to agree to come here this time because Camilla used both tough and soft tactics to force him.

He did not like to engage in social activities, did not like scheming against each other and did not like to make money by all means.

Perhaps this was related to his family background. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth so he had never worried about money.

“I already noticed that, so do you want to thank me for bringing you out of it?”

“How do you want me to thank you?” Sampson approached her. Dolores could clearly smell his male scent which lingered around her ears. She could not help but want to move away but her waist was embraced by Sampson.

“I used to think that you were young. Time flies, you’ve already grown up.” He paid attention to her in the past but he did not have other thoughts. He did not know since when did he begin to have this kind of thought.

Dolores felt that Sampson was different than the person she knew in the past. He was as gentle as a dove and there was always a gentle smile on his face. He always took care of her like an elder brother.

But now something had changed, he was always ‘teasing’ her?

“You’ve changed.” Dolores turned her head and she uneasily clenched her hands into fists.

“You’re already an adult so of course, I can’t treat you like a child anymore, am I right?” he smiled.

Dolores pushed him away, “But I’m your sister.”

Sampson, who was unexpectedly pushed, took a step backward. When he regained the presence of mind, he looked at her, “Not a biological sister.”

Dolores walked to the window and looked up at the sky full of stars, “I want to treat you as an elder brother.”

Sampson looked at her back. Was she rejecting him?

“I think I know who the father of the child in my belly is,” she said in a light tone as if she was soliloquizing, but as if she was speaking to Sampson too.

Sampson’s face that was initially grinning changed. He said seriously, “Who?”

“I’m not sure. There are still a lot of things that I haven’t figured out.” Dolores took a deep breath and turned to look at Sampson, “I’m in a pickle and I’m at a loss of what to do, I don’t know…”

She could not describe her feelings.

“Who is the person that you’re suspecting?” Sampson frowned, “Could it be the local people?”

When he thought about the matter that night, he was annoyed, “Why didn’t you come to find me at that time?”

Dolores lowered her head, “I did go to find you but I couldn’t find you.”

She did not want to owe anyone a favour but it was related to the safety of her younger brother and mother so she could not hesitate for too long. She did go to find him but she failed. It was the woman who came to see her not long after.

She had no choice at that time as she needed money to save her mother and younger brother.

Sampson carefully recalled what happened that night. That was the day where Maria went missing so he was in a bad mood and he drank like a fish. Maybe he fell asleep so he did not hear anything when she knocked on the door.

He always thought that Dolores did not find him at all.

At this moment, his heart sank.

“I’m sorry.” If he hadn’t been drunk so that he could hear her knocking on the door, perhaps everything would be different now.

She would not have to be accused of being a slut and having a pregnancy before marriage.

And he could have taken care of her undoubtedly.

But all these did not happen because he was drunk.

“You didn’t owe me anything. I’m quite ashamed to hear you say this,” Dolores spoke in a self-deprecating tone.

It was her choice and fate.

“I wish to go back.”

“Let me send you home.”

Sampson walked over and held her hand tightly in his palm, “In the future, I’ll not let you fail to find me again. I’ll definitely take good care of you.”

Dolores did not move and did not struggle too. At this moment, she somewhat understood that his feelings for her were perhaps not love, but a feeling of a brother to his younger sister.

It was just that he could not differentiate them.