Snare of Love
Chapter 42: I Will Not Accept You Just Because of the Child

On such an occasion, the matters that were being discussed were always related to businesses. Sampson was also biting the bullet to socialize with others. Dolores could tell that he did not like such an occasion. So, she pulled Sampson's arm and whispered, "I want to go out, I need some air."

Sampson held her hand, "I'll take you to the back parlour."

The lights, the noises, the voices of conversations and the flatteries gradually became inaudible.

After passing through the corridor, they reached the back parlour. It was wide, open and much quieter than the lobby. Occasionally, some people talked with each other while standing in front of the window. "You don't like those conversations, right?" Sampson smiled faintly, "In fact, I don't like it either."

He had no choice but to agree to come here this time because Camilla used both tough and soft tactics to force him.

He did not like to engage in social activities, did not like scheming against each other and did not like to make money by all means.

Perhaps this was related to his family background. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth so he had never worried about money.

"I already noticed that, so do you want to thank me for bringing you out of it?"

"How do you want me to thank you?" Sampson approached her. Dolores could clearly smell his male scent which lingered around her ears. She could not help but want to move away but her waist was embraced by Sampson.

"I used to think that you were young. Time flies, you've already grown up." He paid attention to her in the past but he did not have other thoughts. He did not know since when did he begin to have this kind of thought.

Dolores felt that Sampson was different than the person she knew in the past. He was as gentle as a dove and there was always a gentle smile on his face. He always took care of her like an elder brother. But now something had changed, he was always 'teasing' her?

"You've changed." Dolores turned her head and she uneasily clenched her hands into fists.

"You're already an adult so of course, I can't treat you like a child anymore, am I right?" he smiled.

Dolores pushed him away, "But I'm your sister."

Sampson, who was unexpectedly pushed, took a step backward. When he regained the presence of mind, he looked at her, "Not a biological sister."

Dolores walked to the window and looked up at the sky full of stars, "I want to treat you as an elder brother."

Sampson looked at her back. Was she rejecting him?

"I think I know who the father of the child in my belly is," she said in a light tone as if she was soliloquizing, but as if she was speaking to Sampson too.

Sampson's face that was initially grinning changed. He said seriously, "Who?"

"I'm not sure. There are still a lot of things that I haven't figured out." Dolores took a deep breath and turned to look at Sampson, "I'm in a pickle and I'm at a loss of what to do, I don't know..." She could not describe her feelings.

"Who is the person that you're suspecting?" Sampson frowned, "Could it be the local people?"

When he thought about the matter that night, he was annoyed, "Why didn't you come to replace me at that time?"

Dolores lowered her head, "I did go to replace you but I couldn't replace you."

She did not want to owe anyone a favour but it was related to the safety of her younger brother and mother so she could not hesitate for too long. She did go to replace him but she failed. It was the woman who came to see her not long after.

She had no choice at that time as she needed money to save her mother and younger brother.

Sampson carefully recalled what happened that night. That was the day where Maria went missing so he was in a bad mood and he drank like a fish. Maybe he fell asleep so he did not hear anything when she knocked on the door.

He always thought that Dolores did not replace him at all.

At this moment, his heart sank.

"I'm sorry." If he hadn't been drunk so that he could hear her knocking on the door, perhaps everything would be different now.

She would not have to be accused of being a slut and having a pregnancy before marriage.

And he could have taken care of her undoubtedly.

But all these did not happen because he was drunk.

"You didn't owe me anything. I'm quite ashamed to hear you say this," Dolores spoke in a self-deprecating tone.

It was her choice and fate.

"I wish to go back."

"Let me send you home."

Sampson walked over and held her hand tightly in his palm, "In the future, I'll not let you fail to replace me again. I'll definitely take good care of you."

Dolores did not move and did not struggle too. At this moment, she somewhat understood that his feelings for her were perhaps not love, but a feeling of a brother to his younger sister.

It was just that he could not differentiate them.

They came out of the back door. The neon lights outside the building were still flashing and shining brightly!

The lights let the night look as if it was the day.

Sampson opened the car door for her. Dolores bent her body and got in.

The two of them did not talk during the journey as each of them had their own thoughts in mind.

Dolores did not let him send her to the villa. She asked him to stop the car when they reached the junction, "I'll get off here."

She unbuckled the seat belt and opened the car door.

"Lola," Sampson called her.

"Yes?" Dolores stood in front of the car window and bent her body to look at him.

Sampson hesitated for a moment, "Who is the person you suspect?"

Dolores lowered her gaze. She had no absolute proof and she was just guessing, "I'm not sure."

Sampson pursed his lips and kept silent for a moment, "I'll help you." He paused for a moment, "Tell me first who the person you suspect is."

His mood was in a contradiction as he hated to know but he wished to know it too.

Dolores thought for a moment. She could not figure out what was the hidden truth just by herself.

"Matthew."

When Dolores finished her words, the air in the surrounding froze.

Sampson was also startled for quite a while.

He did not expect that the person Dolores suspected was Matthew.

How was this...possible?

Or was she purposely replaceing an excuse to reject him?

"You know where I lived in A Country. The person who introduced me was a woman named Melanin. If you can replace her, you may be able to know what happened that night." "Why do you want to replace the man?" Sampson interrupted her.

Dolores initially had no will to replace him.

It was just that she unintentionally found some clues on Matthew's body.

"Didn't you say that a child growing up in a single-parent family would have character defects..."

"I said I can take care of you and your child," Sampson interrupted her again.

Dolores pursed her lips and stared at Sampson, "But you're not the child's biological father."

She deliberately said it as she knew that she and Sampson were impossible to be in a relationship.

She wanted to let Sampson know that it was impossible for her to be with him. On the other hand, she really wished to replace out the truth.

And she was also not possible to be with Matthew too. She was very clear about this in her mind.

She just wanted to know whether the father of her child was him and to know what happened at that time.

After the child was born in the future, she could at least tell the child what kind of person his or her father was.

Maybe it would be a kind of atonement.

"I think it's better not to bother you. It's late. You quickly go back and have a rest." Dolores stood straight and smiled, "Drive safely, I'll go back first."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked along the road towards the villa.

After a few steps, Sampson called her, "Since I already promised you, I'm bound to help you. However, I hope that you'll leave him when the stated time comes."

"You guys don't know each other. He won't love you and won't accept you just because of the child."

She knew this fact so she had no other motives. All she wanted was just to know the truth.

When she walked along the roadside, the shadow of her slim figure was shown on the ground due to the street light.

A black car was parked not far away while a tall figure was leaning against the car. The warm light was spreading across his side face. This made him looked even more handsome, less serious and gentler. Dolores stopped her pace. She thought that he had not returned yet but she did not expect that he would come back earlier than her.

She was not far from him but her legs felt as if they were chained to iron shackles, making her unable to even move an inch.

He turned his head and gazed at her for two seconds. In an intriguing tone, he spoke, "Come here."