Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap Chapter 174: Do You Hate Me?

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.

Hence, she was quite cautious.

Sampson took several bites of the food he bought outside. Then he gave the other portion to Dolores,
“Have some,” he said.

Dolores was hungry indeed, but she didn’t take the food over while staring at it.

Sampson thought it was because that she didn’t like the food. He explained, “This is a remote town
without any big restaurants, and its condition is poor. Just bear it for one more day. I’ll find a good
restaurant so you can have better food. Then you can have a good rest.”

Dolores kept silent. She took the food over and took several bites to get full. She didn’t eat much not
because the food wasn’t tasty. When she was still leading the poor life with her mother in the past, she
had eaten worse food and encountered all kinds of difficulties.

She just didn’t dare to eat too much, because it was given by Sampson.

He had already brought her a shadow - she always suspected that he would harm her.

She was afraid that he would put the drug in the food.

“Done? Go lie down. I’ll put the medicine on your wounds.”

Dolores put down the takeout box and took a sip of the water, “I want to use the bathroom.”

She didn’t stand up until Sampson agreed. When she stood up, she found that her legs were numb.
She got soreness and pains on her ankles as well.

She bent over and rubbed her numb legs. Sampson hurriedly reached out, aiming to help her rub them.
Dolores was afraid of his touch. She took steps back by instinct. Her legs bumped the edge of the bed,



making her sit down. She immediately refused, “No, thanks. They are not numb any longer.”

After finishing her words, she dragged her legs that had certain feelings to the bathroom. She closed
the door and locked it from the inside. After ensuring it was locked, she breathed a sigh of relief. She
wasn’t coming to use the toilet, though. She just didn’t want Sampson to put the medicine on her
wounds. She could tell that he would tie her up again after doing it. It felt quite uncomfortable with all
fours tied up.

She took a rest while sitting on the toilet, rubbing the numbness on her legs because they had been
tied up for quite a long time.

Until she had recovered from the tiredness, she stood up and pressed the button to flush the toilet,
making Sampson confirm that she used the toilet. She washed her hand with the tap water, opened the
door, and walked out.

Sampson was lowering his head to look at his cell phone. Dolores took a casual glance at him. She
was searching for a possible way to escape. Upon hearing the sound, he locked his phone screen and
looked up at her, “Lie down.”

Dolores was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him timidly.

“I won’t lay a finger on you before you’ve recovered.” Sampson could tell what she was worried about.

Dolores felt cold in her heart. She wondered if he would still treat her in the same way that he had done
to her last time after she had recovered.

She trembled all over. All she wanted was to escape as soon as possible.

She slowly lay down. Sampson removed the gauze from her head. There was a small wound on her
forehead. It was dealt with in the hospital. The doctor said that she didn’t have any life danger although



she bled a lot.

It hurt a bit when Sampson was putting the medicine on it. Dolores gritted her teeth, not letting out any
sound. The oozed sweat beads on her forehead showed how much it hurt.

“Cry out if it hurts a lot.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

Dolores closed her eyes.

After a few minutes, Sampson had done putting the medicine on her, “I’ll drive in the daytime, so I need
a good rest at night...”

“Go ahead and tie me up.” Dolores what he was implying.

Sampson bent over and started with her feet, “I’ll tie them up loosely. You’ll feel better in this way.”

But she could never feel comfortable when being tied up, could she?

Dolores closed her eyes, feeling dizzy. She let him tie up her hands as well. She decided to find a
chance to escape after he was not so alerted to her.

“Knock. Knock-”

Suddenly, they heard the sharp knocks on the door.

Sampson’s expression changed dramatically. He gazed over at the door.

There were knocks on the door again together with a man’s voice, “Open the door! Hurry!”


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