Snare of Love novel Chapter 100

Then she swiped to answer the call.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“OK.”

Dolores looked down, walking back to the living room. She didn’t speak first. Instead, she just held the phone, waiting for him to speak again.

“I’m downstairs of your apartment. Do you have time now? I want to meet you,” said Sampson.

He only spoke again after they both were silent for a moment.

Dolores answered him with a faint hum. She hung up the phone and took off the apron. Then she walked to Samuel’s room and knocked on the door. “Samuel, I have something to deal with downstairs. Grandma will be back soon. Don’t go out, OK?”

Samuel was standing next to the window, looking down. He saw Sampson talking to Jessica downstairs. Hearing Dolores’ voice, he answered, “Got it.”

Dolores changed into her shoes and went downstairs. In the park, Sampson was talking to Jessica. He wanted to hold Simona, but Jessica refused him. “She’s quite naughty,” she made an excuse.

Jessica never had rejected him before.

This time Sampson definitely felt the alienation from her.

Since she knew that Sampson’s mother had gone to Dolores and realized that he couldn’t marry Dolores, Jessica naturally couldn’t treat Sampson as dearly as before.

After all, in the past, she used to see Sampson as her future son-in-law.

Hence, from now on, she couldn’t continue being enthusiastic to bring him and her daughter together.

It was also unnecessary for the kids to be so intimate with him.

“Excuse me, Aunt Jessica. Did I do anything wrong?” Sampson asked.

“Nope. Nothing goes wrong.” Jessica hurriedly waved her hand, trying to explain, “This little girl doesn’t feel well these days. I’m just afraid she’ll cry.”

“I’ve watched her grow up since her childhood and she’s familiar with me. She won’t cry if I just hold her.”

“Good evening, Sampson.”

Dolores rushed over. “Mom, it’s getting cold now. Please take Simona back home.”

“OK.” Jessica said farewell to Sampson and left in a hurry with Simona in her arms.

“Had dinner yet?” Dolores asked.

Sampson smiled slightly. “I haven’t. Would you cook for me?”

“Of course.”

They smiled at each other.

“Shall we have a walk?”

“Sure.”

It was obvious that their relationship had changed.

They were not as close as they used to be.

“You’ve known it.” Sampson looked straight at the road ahead. “If I tell you that I’ve just got to know it not long ago, would you believe me?”

“I don’t know.” Dolores gave him an ambiguous answer.

“You still don’t trust me.” Sampson smiled bitterly.

He had predicted that her attitude to him would definitely change after Dolores got to know the truth. Sure enough.

“When Maria Herbert and I are in danger at the same time, who will you rescue?” Suddenly, Dolores stopped and looked at Sampson. “This is a ridiculous question, isn’t it? But you would definite rescue her before saving me.”

“Why are you so sure?” Sampson stared at her.

“There are all kinds of love in this world. After all, blood is thicker than water. The family affection is the most precious. She’s your younger sister. If you could even ignore your own sister’s life and death, you would be an extremely ruthless and cold-blooded man. Then how could you love someone and how could a woman accept the love from such a man like you?”

Sampson didn’t speak, gazing at her in silence.

What she said was correct. Between Maria and her, Maria had higher priority than she had in his heart.

However, it was not because that blood was thicker than water. It was only because he felt guilty for Maria.

It was his negligence that caused Maria to get lost back then.

“But it didn’t mean I would love you less.”

“But I can’t accept you for who you are then. I don’t think your family would accept me either. Let’s remain the same as we used to be, as long as you still want to treat me as a younger sister.”

Sampson frowned. He knew Dolores very well. She must have a concern for him now, but he had never expected that she could be so decisive.

He wondered if what he had done for her all these years deserved to make her being with him.

Even if he had hidden the truth of the car accident, his affection for her was not fake.

He couldn’t believe that Dolores could ignore everything.

All thoughts were boiling up in Sampson’s heart fiercely.

Suddenly, he laughed.

Gazing at Dolores, he asked, “Can you really ignore how well I’ve been treating you?”

“I can’t. I still take you as my older brother.” Dolores said that from the bottom of her heart.

When she got to know that it was Maria who planned her car accident, she didn’t look into it just because of Sampson.

Dolores wanted to show him her attitude now, as well as for her future plan.

If one day she really sent Maria into the jail, Sampson would also have a grudge in his heart.

“As an older brother, I’m really a loser.” Sampson smiled.

His biological younger sister didn’t understand him.

Even Dolores didn’t trust him.

Dolores started walking again, walking with light steps on the roadside.

“Probably that is life.” She also smiled. “I have planned to accept you. After all, we’ve known each other for almost ten years...”

Because of Jessica and the way he’d been taking care of her, she had considered about it.

Who would predict that Helen White would become his younger sister - Maria Herbert?

Sampson grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly. “She and I are different persons. You can’t deny me just because of her. This is unfair to me.”

“But she’s your biological younger sister. Do you still think it’s alright?” She knew he was deceiving himself as well as others by saying that.

“Just because she had set you up, do you want to deny me and my love to you?” Sampson asked in an almost interrogation way.

Dolores didn’t explain.

She never denied him.

She just clearly understood that she couldn’t be together with Sampson based on this kind of relationship.

It was he who couldn’t see it through.

“What if I don’t want to be your brother but your beloved man only?” Sampson looked at her shadow, which was entangled with the tree shadows illuminated by the street lamps. It was difficult to differentiate her shadow from those of the trees.

His eyes gradually got more and more darkened, as if he had made up a decision. “I can agree, but you should go for a drink with me tonight. I’m not in a good mood.”

“It’s really late.” Dolores tried to refuse.

“I just want to have a drink with you. Can’t you do it? Do you really have to alienate me in this way?” Sampson held up her face.

He looked into her eyes and made her look into his.

If he could understand and let go in this way, Dolores would be willing to. Hence, she agreed.

“All right.”

“I know a quiet place.” Sampson pulled her hand.

Dolores was almost dragged forward by him.

After sitting in his car, Sampson gave her a bottle of water. “Your lips are quite dry.”

He started the engine.

Dolores raised her hand to touch her lips - they were all right. Since she was not thirsty, she didn’t drink the water in her hands.

Driving on the road steadily, Sampson looked aside and took a glance at her. “What now? You don’t even drink my water. Are you afraid I’ll drug you?”

“What are you talking about? I’m just not thirsty.” Dolores opened the bottle cap and took a sip - it was just the taste of the ordinary mineral water. She closed the cap. “Does this work?”

Sampson didn’t answer, just concentrating on driving.

If she would study his expression carefully, she would definitely the popping blue veins on his temples.

Soon the car stopped in front of a private club.

Sampson got off first. He walked to her side and opened the door for her.

“I can get off myself.”

Sampson held her hand. Feeling that Dolores was about to retreat, he gripped her more tightly. “Just for once. Please allow me to hold your hand as holding my girlfriend. After tonight, it would be good if you still could take me as your older brother. If not-”

“What are you talking about? It sounds like you want to break up with me.” Dolores found that Sampson behaved quite strangely today.

However, she couldn’t tell clearly what made her felt so.

Sampson laughed.

If he really raped her, she would definitely break up with him according to her personality.

She wouldn’t still like him just as Maria had said.

If it really counted, she should keep the first man who had sex with her in her mind all the lifetime, shouldn’t she?

Thinking of Dolores’ first man, Sampson’s heart tightened suddenly.

Holding her hand tightly, his inner voice said, ‘Dolores, you can’t blame me.’