Chapter 168: Chapter 168



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She lay there for a long time and fell asleep without realizing it.

As she slept, she felt someone hug her from behind, kiss her on the neck and whisper her name in her ear.

“Lola.”

At first she thought it was a dream, but the whisper made her wake up. She opened her eyes suddenly, turned her head and saw that Sampson’s obsessive expressions had not yet dissipated and he was staring at her fiercely.

With barely a thought, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She approached the wall barefoot, and only stopped when there was no room left behind her.

Sampson didn’t come to his senses for a couple of seconds, and then he looked at her, “Why are you getting so nervous?”

Dolores pretended to be calm and denied, “No, I’m not getting upset. I was sound asleep, but suddenly someone…I…got scared.”

“It’s just me, I’m not a bad guy. Go back to bed.” Sampson greeted her warmly, his upper body naked.

Dolores didn’t move or respond to him. In the silence, she could hear the sound of his dry breathing in his throat. She always felt extremely nervous and jittery when she was with Sampson. Her blood was swelling as if her head was splitting wide open and her whole body was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Sampson stared at her with his deep, penetrating gaze, but also full of temptation, “Why, are you afraid of me?”

Dolores shook her head, “No.” She turned her head and looked out onto the balcony. The sky was already dark and only the lights in the room were on, “I slept all afternoon and I’m not sleepy anymore. Go to sleep.”

Sampson lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked over to her. Dolores was helpless with apprehension.

She was still crying inwardly. Don’t come near her, don’t come near her.

Sampson grabbed her slender wrist and said, “I want to sleep with you.”

“But I’m not sleepy anymore.” Dolores panicked. Sampson’s behavior had let her know what he wanted to do.

The clearer he expressed himself, the more afraid she felt.

“I can’t sleep either, so let’s do something fun.” She stared at Dolores. Since she had just woken up, her face was still red and her eyes were still burning. “We’re a couple, you shouldn’t turn me down.”

This time Sampson didn’t behave as well as he had the night before. He drew her into his arms fiercely and hugged her tightly as he kissed her recklessly, “Lola, I want you today and I’m not going to let you refuse.”

Dolores pushed him away like a madwoman, “I won’t, I don’t want to. Let go of me.”

“Why not?” Sampson grabbed her restless hands and looked at her fiercely.

Dolores’ whole body was trembling and she was slow to find an excuse. “I… my stomach keeps hurting, I don’t feel well…”

“Excuses!” Sampson interrupted her abruptly, “You still remember everything, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dolores shook her head violently, struggling to get out of his grip.

But the disparity in her strength was so great that she couldn’t manage it.

Sampson laughed in a low, grim voice: “Don’t you know, then let me tell you. You haven’t forgotten anything; you’re just pretending to forget the past so I won’t give you that shot. Every minute, every second you spend here, you’re continually thinking about running away, aren’t you?”

“No, I didn’t!” her lips trembled and she looked at him imploringly, “Will you let me go? I feel so uncomfortable…”

“I’ll make you comfortable!” This time Sampson was like an unhinged beast. Despite Dolores’ struggles and pleas, he pushed her down on the bed and tore off her clothes. Dolores struggled desperately under him, “Please let me go!”.

Sampson ignored her. Perhaps it was his lack of cooperation that stirred the desire for conquest in her bones. She became even more presumptuous and her actions became rough. Suddenly, Dolores felt a shudder in her chest as her clothes were roughly torn by Sampson.

“Are you a virgin, why are you so secretive?” Sampson stared at her seductive figure with red eyes and smiled wickedly, “I love you so much, you should feel it.”

Her heart broke with a clatter. She couldn’t break away from him at all. Her expressions were overwhelmed with despair. She stopped fighting, not because she was giving up, but because if she didn’t stop fighting, she was only going to make Sampson crazier. She had no chance of freeing herself from him.

Dolores stopped fighting. Sampson thought she had given up and was willing to cooperate with him. He gently stroked her cheek, “You’re a normal woman, I know you want it too.”

Dolores said nothing, looking desperately around the room. If she was forced by Sampson today, she would rather die than live disgustingly.

There was nothing but a bed in this room and she had no tools, even if she wanted to die.

Sampson had lost her mind to desire. He didn’t notice Dolores’ thoughts at all and quickly removed his pants. Taking advantage of the short time of relaxation while he removed his pants, Dolores did her best to push him away and hurried to open the door. She turned the knob hard, but the door was locked tight and she couldn’t open it.

“You can’t run away.” Sampson stood behind her casually, wearing only underwear on his body. Her skin was white and delicate, but the sweetness she used to have was gone.

Dolores wrapped her arms around herself to hide that her chest was in full view, turned slowly to look at him and finally smiled.

She used to think it was lucky to have met Sampson, but now she knew it was actually a calamity.

Staring at the wall behind Sampson, he made up his mind.

Seeing their determined expressions, Sampson was startled, “Lola…”

Dolores didn’t want to hear him say another word. She was disgusted.

She rushed toward the wall like a madwoman. Sampson tried to stop her, but he didn’t know where she had gotten such brute strength, as she pushed him. Bang! With a sound, her head hit the wall. The air in the room remained still.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn’t lift them. Warm liquid trickled down his forehead as his consciousness clouded.

Was she dying, she thought to herself.

She was still a little reluctant to die. She had not yet made arrangements for her children, if she died, they would be bullied. They didn’t even have a father and now she was going to leave them too.

It hurt her…it hurt her so much.

She didn’t want to leave them.

Her eyes grew darker and darker until she was completely swallowed by darkness.

She completely lost consciousness; her body fell like a crumbling hill.

“Lola…”

Sampson rushed to hold her fallen body.

Her face was full of blood, her lively appearance was gone. Sampson madly wiped the blood from her face, “Lola, Lola, don’t scare me. Don’t die, please. I won’t force you, get up.”

She did not respond, her body was like boneless flesh, lying gently in his arms.

Bright red blood stained Sampson’s hands as he shook her, “Wake up! Wake up, Lola. Wake up.”

There was still no response.

Sampson tore the sheets off the bed to wrap her body. He held her in his arms and carried her downstairs, “Bess, Bess…”

Bess had just laid down to rest. Hearing Sampson’s hurried voice, she hurriedly got out of bed and opened the door. When she came out of the room, she was surprised to see Sampson holding Dolores, whose face was covered with blood.

“What…what happened to her?”

But seeing that Sampson was nearly naked, he could probably understand what had happened.

Sampson had told her that Dolores was his girlfriend.

But she thought Sampson’s way of loving was very twisted.

He didn’t love Dolores; he just wanted to possess her. If he really loved her, he would not have imprisoned her and restricted her freedom.

If he loved her, wouldn’t he have given her a life of happiness and blessings?

Besides, he could also see that Dolores did not love him.

“Go get dressed, I’ll keep an eye on her for the time being.”

Sampson had panicked so much a moment ago that he hadn’t thought to put on his clothes. He couldn’t go to the hospital looking like that.

“You keep an eye on her.” He placed Dolores gently on the couch, then turned and ran upstairs.

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