Chapter 102: Chapter 102



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Just as Sampson Herbert was about to remove Dolores Flores’ pants, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Sampson quickly pulled the ringing phone out of his pocket. The screen showed Samuel.

It was Samuel Flores calling.

Sampson stared at the screen, holding the phone tightly. He hesitated for a moment and then answered the call.

He was afraid of raising unnecessary suspicion by not answering the call.

“Hi Mom, why aren’t you back yet?” It was Samuel’s voice.

He slowed down so his voice sounded calm, “Your mommy went to the bathroom. She’ll be back soon.”

“Oh, it’s Sampson. Please tell her to come back soon. Simona is looking for her. She didn’t want to sleep.”

“Understood.” Sampson hung up the phone immediately after he finished speaking.

Dolores, who was lying on the couch, fluttered her eyelashes. She thought she heard someone talking, but her eyelids were so heavy she couldn’t open them.

Sampson put the phone down on the table and violently withdrew his hand.

He was ready and had made his decision. But after being interrupted by Samuel, he was lost, not knowing where to start.

Sampson had his eyes on Dolores, staring at her seductive body. And soon, his heart fluttered again.

He had liked this woman for many years.

“I’ll treat you right.” Sampson clenched his hands, repeating it. Then he reached up to remove Dolores’ pants after calming down.

Sampson’s hands were cold. When he touched Dolores’ skin, she felt something.

She felt something cold on her.

“Mmm…”

She opened her eyes.

Sampson was startled and covered her as he heard a noise.

Dolores woke up.

“What are you doing…”

After she spoke, she realized that her clothes were unbuttoned and removed, exposing her bare skin. And the underwear inside her was fully exposed.

Boom!

Dolores was speechless.

She stood up, clutching herself. She was in disbelief, staring at Sampson in shock, “You…”

“I…” Sampson wanted to explain, but was at a loss for words.

Dolores calmed down for a moment, and was able to sort out what was going on here.

She couldn’t believe Sampson would do this to her. But, the proof was in the pudding.

The person she respected and wouldn’t want to hurt was treating her …. “Get out!” Dolores screamed hysterically.

She was filled with anguish, humiliation, disappointment, that she couldn’t breathe.

“Listen to me…” Sampson was trying to explain.

Dolores scoffed, “The proof is clear, what are you still trying to explain?”

“I…” Sampson looked at her disappointed, pursing his lips. He didn’t explain himself, but said, “I’ve been protecting you for many years. I only want to have your body once.”

“What are you talking about?” Dolores was heartbroken.

“You are no longer a virgin and have even given birth to two children. So why are you still playing innocent?” Sampson leaned over and hugged her, “I will marry you. I’ll treat Samuel and Simona as my children too…”

“Stay away.” Dolores tried to push him away, “Let go of me.”

“It’s too late.” It had come to this point where Dolores would hate him even if he did nothing.

Since that was the case, she would just do it.

“Let go of me. Let go of me.” Dolores pushed and shoved frantically, trying to break his embrace.

There were significant differences between the strength of the man and the woman. Even if Sampson was not robust, his power was still far more incredible than Dolores’.

Dolores couldn’t even push him away.

Sampson pressed her against the couch, kissing her face, hair and neck carelessly.

Dolores turned her head away and saw the bottle of wine on the table. She reached out to grab it and smashed it against Sampson’s head.

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Bang!

Bright red liquid dripped down her hair and also down Dolores’ body, with a strong red wine smell.

Sampson was incredulous that Dolores would hit him.

He felt a tingle in his head. If it wasn’t the red wine masking it, there had to be blood running at that moment.

And even the smell of blood.

As Sampson gave way, Dolores pushed him with great effort. Sampson was caught off guard by the push and fell to the ground.

Dolores thought only of running away, not bothering to look at him. She zipped up her pants, gathering the clothes around her and ran out of the room.

She stumbled along the way and glanced back occasionally to check if Sampson caught up with her.

Sampson endured the pain and ran out of the room, “Lola…”

Dolores ran in fright at the sound of Sampson’s voice. She ran even faster and didn’t notice the way she was going. She collided with a person in the doorway.

She hugged herself, “I’m sorry. Excuse me, please.”

The person did not move out of the way, but reached out and lifted her chin.

When their eyes met, they were surprised.

Dolores asked, “Why you?”

Matthew Nelson did not answer, but merely stared at her. His clothes were unbuttoned. And his underwear was exposed. There were red stains like blood on the white fabric. Her hair was in disarray, and there were tears on her face, as well as wine stains.

Her pants were still on. And further down, a pair of bare feet.

The high heels she wore were not suitable for running. So Dolores kicked off her shoes when she had a chance to escape.

Matthew stood in surprise, looking at her.

He took off his coat and wrapped her up. Then he picked her up and put her in the car.

Dolores crouched down in her seat.

She was scared to death.

Matthew started the car and sped away.

You could tell he was furious by his expression.

Then Matthew’s phone rang.

He picked up the phone and immediately hung up without looking at it.

The phone rang again as he hung it up as if he wasn’t going to stop until he answered it.

He answered the call and heard a male voice, “Are you here yet? We’re waiting for you.”

“I’m not coming.”

“We just met, how can you not come…”

Matthew hung up the call before the man could finish his words and tossed the phone onto the center console.

He rubbed his fingers together and just as he was about to ask Dolores about what happened, his phone rang again.

Matthew had lost his temper and exploded with rage. He picked up the phone, “I said I’m not coming! Are you deaf? Can you hear me?”

Abbott was startled. What had happened, had he messed with Matthew?

“I was just trying to ask. I bought that car and do I have to send you the keys?” asked Abbott cautiously.

Last time, Matthew had heard from Terry Holmes that Dolores wanted to buy a car.

So he let Abbott check which model Dolores preferred and bought it.

“You keep it first.” Matthew hung up the call. He turned it off and put it aside to avoid being disturbed by others.

At that moment, they had arrived at Matthew’s house.

It was not the villa, but a hotel near his company. There was a room that Matthew had rented on a long-term basis.

Whenever he was very busy, he always rested here, as it was close to his company.

Coral was at Matthew’s house. If he brought Dolores back, Coral would talk a lot.

Matthew just wanted to be quiet for the moment.

He didn’t want anyone to bother him.

He parked the car and took Dolores downstairs.

They entered the hotel and took the elevator.

Dolores buried her face in Matthew’s chest. She was very quiet, as if she had not yet recovered from the shock.

Matthew placed her on the bed as they entered the room.

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