Snare of Love
Chapter 176: The Fate

"Your first time?"

The man's voice with the smell of his hormone was lingering in her ears. It was obvious that he was asking her, but he sounded quite eager.

The man seemed to pause a bit. His chest clinging to her back was so hot that the heat seemed to burn her flesh. His cold lips were tightly attached to her skin, ambiguously and eagerly. He wanted to have sex with this woman so much, but he was still restraining himself, "It's still not too late for you to regret."

"I don't regret it."

As soon as she finished her words, the man behind her wrapped around her waist, took the chance to press her onto the bed. In the dark, she couldn't see his face clearly. All she knew was that he was quite eager. His body was as hot as the flame. His hands seemed to with magic - each inch of her skin touched by him was like on fire.

In nervousness and fear, she wanted to push him away, but thinking about her mother and younger brother in the hospital, she withdrew her hands. She gripped the bed sheet under her tightly.

Suddenly, her body seemed to be torn apart. It hurt, only not physically but also mentally. To stop moaning shamelessly under the man, she bit her bottom lip tightly to keep silent.

The man was so powerful. For several times, she couldn't bear it, wanting to push him away.

"Don't-"

Suddenly, Dolores woke up from the dream. She widened her eyes, rolling them to look around. Then her eyes met the pair of amorous eyes above her.

She shocked.

Immediately she bounced to sit up and stammered, "You... You... Who are you?"

"You've stolen my line." The man's voice was deep and calm. He had short hair and brown eyes, which were as elegant as the starry sky at midnight. He looked especially handsome when he curled up his lips into a smile. Looking at Dolores's tears that hadn't dried, he asked, "Did you have a nightmare just now?"

Dolores gripped the quilt tightly. It was more than a nightmare for her.

All through the past years, she had never dreamed about the things that happened that night. It was so real in the dream. The thing that had been hidden at the bottom of her heart, which she was unwilling to mention at all, suddenly appeared in her mind. It was like the scab of her scar in the past was torn up, and her wound was bleeding.

"Did you save me?" She recalled that she could hardly breathe in the river, losing her consciousness. She completely had no idea what happened next.

"Yeah. To be exact - I asked someone to save you." The man kept a faint smile.

However, his eyes were not smiling.

It wasn't until now did Dolores replace that the man was sitting in a wheelchair. He was in street clothes. A thin blanket was covering his legs.

The man's eyes that were on Dolores were darkened. He didn't see any disdain in her eyes, and instead, she only looked surprised, which made his expression relaxed.

"I came home last night and saw someone jump into the driver. Then I asked my servant to save you,” the man said in a gentle tone, "Was there anyone trying to harm you?"

He saw her jump into the driver, so he could see that someone was after her.

Dolores didn't answer. She shrunk towards the bedhead. As soon as she moved, she had a pain in her foot. She frowned.

The man could tell that Dolores was still alerted to him, and he could understand because she didn't know him at all and needed to be on guard. Hence, he didn't continue asking her the question, "Please don't worry. You are safe here. I also asked my doctor to check you up. Because of the injuries on your foot, I'm afraid you can't get off the bed until half a month later."

Dolores knew that her foot was injured, but much to her surprise, he asked his doctor to check her up, "Thank you so much," she said.

"You are welcome. I should help others out in the face of injustice. I believe even I weren't there, someone else would help you as well... Besides, you are such a beautiful woman," the man teased after a short pause.

Dolores could tell that he was teasing her. Although she was a bit unpleasant, he had saved her life, after all, so she didn't show it on her face.

"Where am I now? May I borrow your phone please?" Since she had escaped from Sampson, she wanted to call Samuel eagerly to tell him that she was safe. She wondered how Simona and he were doing when she was away in the past few days.

The man's gaze fell on Dolores's wrist, on which there was a jade bracelet in green with high quality. Looking at the jade bracelet, his eyes twinkled a little. He refused, "No, you may not. She will take care of you from now on. If you need anything, you can tell her."

As he finished speaking, he operated the wheelchair and left the room. When he reached the door, he stopped and turned around to look at her, "What's your name?"

Dolores widened her eyes but didn't answer him honestly, "Aurora Flores?"

Her hunch told her that the man in front of her was not simple.

The man smiled, "Aurora Flores? Lola? I like the name. My name is Charles White."

His wheelchair made slight sounds when it moved forward. Gradually, the sound faded away from the room. A girl, who had been standing at the door, walked in and then greeted Dolores, "Hi, Miss. Please call me Amelia. If you need anything, please tell me."

Dolores shook her head. She didn't need anything now. She couldn't trust his man at all, feeling as if she had left the wolf's den and fell into the tiger's mouth.

"Where am I now? Who is the man just now?"

"Miss, you are in Podon now. The man just now is our young master," answered Amelia.

Dolores frowned. Her answer wasn't helpful for her at all, because Amelia only told her the city name - Podon.

She had never heard about the city before, anyway.

"Miss, please rest assured. Our young master is a nice man." Amelia could tell that Dolores was confused seemingly. She explained, "He just had some trouble with his legs. He's a good man."

The girl was quite young. When she talked about her young master, worship was written all over her face with the shyness of an admirer.

Dolores roughly guessed that she had a crush on Charles.

"I want to take a nap now." Within the past few days under Sampson's control, Dolores couldn't sleep well at all. She was quite physically exhausted. At least, the man shouldn't do anything to her so far. She found herself too alerted, so it was easy to let others know what was in her mind. She decided to calm herself down and tried to make contact with others.

"Okay, Miss. Call me if you need anything." Amelia left the room and closed the door.

Dolores lay down. She could hear birds tweeting outside, but she was defeated by the sleepiness.

She lay down, her eyelashes slightly trembling. Then the room fell into silence. Shortly after, she breathed evenly.

Amelia didn't immediately leave the door of the room after she closed it. Instead, she was standing at the door and listening to what was going on in the room. After ensuring that Dolores was truly sleeping, she turned around. Charles was sitting next to the window in the living room with his eyes closed.

Hearing her footsteps, he asked, "What's she doing now?"

"She fell asleep." Amelia stopped in a place not far away from him.

She peeped at the man, who was sitting upright even she was sitting in the wheelchair. She always felt that God wasn't fair to him. He was such a kind man, but why did God away from his right to walk? "If she had any demands, just satisfy her," said Charles gently.

Amelia was confused and blurted out, "Young Master, do you know her? Why do you treat her so well after saving her life?"

Charles looked out of the window. A skylark stood on a branch, chirping. Occasionally, the leaves spun and drifted, but in the end, they would fall to the ground.

It was like life.

"Because of the fate," he uttered a few words indifferently.

The fate? Amelia didn't think this answer was reasonable enough. If so, she wondered if she also had the fate with the young master.

When she was young, she was sold to the White family. Since she became sensible at a young age, she started taking care of him. She wondered if that was fate as he said. "Do I have the fate with you, Young Master?" Amelia asked expectantly.

Charles span the wheelchair to look at the girl under the halo and faintly smiled, "What is a fate?"

Amelia shook her head.

Charles waved to her, "Go back to your work."

Amelia wanted to replace the answer and know what on earth the fate he mentioned was. However, she dared not to disobey him, so she could only go back to her work.

Charles cast a glance at the room in which Dolores was sleeping, his eye deepened. Thinking of the jade bracelet on her wrist, he clenched his hands tightly all of a sudden...