Snare of Love novel Chapter 268

Dolores broke out in a cold sweat the moment she was captured.

“Who are you?” Her voice trembled with nervousness, feeling worried.

Sampson turned around and pulled down his mask.

Dolores’s face turned pale instantly when she saw this face.

It was him, Sampson Herbert.

She feared this man who had imprisoned her and hurt her.

She reprimanded in a cold voice, “Let go of me!”

Sampson gripped her hand and wouldn’t let go, gritting his teeth, “I won’t!”

It had taken him so long to have such an opportunity. How could he let go of her so easily!

Many people were passing to and fro here. Someone might stop by to have a look at the two needled each other.

Dolores didn’t want to be taken away again and let out a loud shout, “I don’t know you. Please let go of me immediately, or I’ll call the police.”

Instantly, many were glancing sideways at them.

Sampson panicked for a moment, but then he calmed down and pulled Dolores into his arms, “It’s just a quarrel. Why are you so angry?”

He explained to those who were looking over, “Sorry for the disturbance. She’s my girlfriend, and she is just messing with me.”

After a few sighs, some who thought they were doing a good deed, came up to persuade Dolores, “Young lady, don’t be so capricious. There are so many people here, and your boyfriend will be so humiliated for arguing with you like this.”

Dolores desperately shook her head, “I’m not his girlfriend. I don’t know him…”

“I’m sorry, Lola. I was wrong. I won’t make you angry again. Stop making a scene and come home with me.”

Sampson held her waist and dragged her out.

Nobody came up to help after knowing that they were lovers’ quarrel.

Instead, many people were still helping Sampson, thinking that Dolores was so immature for making a scene and having a big fight with her boyfriend right outside, not even caring for her boyfriend’s sake.

No one would help her. Dolores clenched her hands and fell back. Then, just when Sampson tried to seize her, she grabbed his arm and bit it.

Sampson was in pain and loosened his grip. Dolores took the opportunity to get out of his grasp. She was just about to run away when someone grabbed her arm. She turned around and saw a stranger.

“Don’t be so capricious. Look at how your boyfriend is hurting from your bite.”

“I’m not his girlfriend!” She yelled in a harsh and low voice.

The man froze and let go of his hand, seemingly shaken by Dolores’s outrage.

“Lola…” Sampson reached out and grabbed her hand.

“Let go of her!” At that moment, the driver rushed over to this site. Seeing this, Sampson let go of Dolores and ran away quickly.

The driver wanted to go after him, but Dolores shouted at him, “Stop chasing. There are so many people here, and you can’t find him if he hid among them.”

The driver walked up to Dolores, “Are you alright?”

Dolores shook her head, “Let’s go.”

“You’re really not his girlfriend, are you?” The man who had just grabbed Dolores for Sampson stood dumbfounded. He had wanted to help out with good intentions, but it turned out that he wasn’t.

Dolores looked back at him icily and said nothing.

It was Sampson’s shamelessness, saying that they were lovers, that had caused the crowd to misunderstand and speak for him.

If the driver hadn’t arrived in time, she didn’t even know if she could run away.

The driver followed her out of the mall. It was only when Dolores got into the car that she relaxed, still having second thoughts about what had just happened.

Was Sampson following her in the dark? Would he come out at every opportunity?

She knew nothing. There were many speculations and anxieties inside her. She didn’t know when Sampson would come out next.

Sampson’s existence was like an untimed bomb, not knowing when it would explode, threatening her all the time.

They were back at the hotel as she thought about the matters.

The driver opened the car door for her, “We’re here, Ms. Flores.”

It was the driver’s voice that brought Dolores to her senses. She got out of the car and glanced back involuntarily. Not knowing if it was a shadow in her heart, she always felt that Sampson was hiding somewhere, peeking at her.

“This is our place. He wouldn’t dare to appear easily.” The driver said.

Dolores nodded and walked into the hotel with her things.