Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 6 It’s Enough for You to Have Me



"I'm listening." Harry sat cross-legged on the armchair while listening carefully.

"First, don't touch me without my permission!" It was embarrassing to have sex with a stranger. It would not happen unless one was being framed.

Harry nodded. It was a piece of cake. He would make her give permission.

"Second, don't bring other women home!"

Harry gave a nod of assent. He would not get entangled with other women.

"Third, pretend that we don't know each other when in public."

Harry nodded again. She didn't set a time limit for the first point and the third point, did she?

"Let me tell you my requirements — keep a low profile about our marriage, and I don't want to be involved in a mess."

"Deal!"

After putting on the clothing prepared by Harry, Lola was directly taken to the Crescent Manor of rich villas.

As soon as they entered the villa, the scent of dinner greeted them, and the maid Mrs. Herbert walked out from the kitchen.

"Young Master, dinner will be ready soon. My Lady, your room is in the middle on the right hand on the second floor. I have cleaned it up." Mrs. Herbert has served Lewis Family for a dozen years. Harry came to Dreles to develop business this time. It is supposed that he would not return abroad in a short time. So his father appointed Mrs. Herbert from USA to take care of Harry. Harry called her this morning and asked her to prepare a room.

"Thank you so much." Lola looked so pale that Mrs. Herbert felt very protective of her and just wanted to make more delicious food for her.

"You are welcome. My Lady, you can check the room first and come back here to have dinner later." "What a kind girl. They are a perfect match, " Mrs. Herbert thought.

Harry went upstairs, followed by Lola obediently.

Harry stopped in front of a room, and opened the door: "This is your room. But we won't live here for long. The villa in No. 8 Pearl Spring is almost furnished. We will move there then."

... No. 8 Pearl Spring? The housing estate that includes only 8 villas? She had heard of that housing estate, which was more upmarket, more magnificent and classier than her villa and this Crescent Manor. It was said that a mysterious investor spent tens of billions building that estate. Each villa covered an area of over 1000 square meters, not to mention the garden and swimming pool ...

Although Lola had lived a rich life before, it could not hold a candle to Harry's life.

With a white wool carpet on the floor and off-white figured wallpaper, the 80-square-meter room was furnished with a 3-meter-wide double bed with pink four-piece suit in the middle and

dresser, wardrobe, computer desk and armchair all in off-white.

Left to the small living room was a bathroom with light brown decoration -

a round bathtub with light brown shell-shaped decorations on the exterior set in the middle of the bathroom, a light brown waterproof shower curtain fastened on four pillars surrounding the tub, a shelf with bath towels on the left, a tap on the right, and high-end bath products on both sides of the tap.

Out of the bathroom was a 20-square-meter balcony, which was furnished with two white beanbags and a small white round table.

The whole room delivered a clean and stunning atmosphere. Though Lola had owned an upmarket, magnificent and classy room at home b

efore, it was not comparable to this one. Besides, this room was good enough for someone who was under other's roof, like her. Lola thought that she was a very sensible person.

"Make do with this room now. We will move soon." Harry saw Lola throw herself onto the bed, with some unknown emotion emerging in his eyes.

"It is good enough. After all, I have lost everything now, right?" She muttered, to answer Harry, as well as herself.

Harry jumped himself above her. The sudden action gave Lola a good scare.

They were so close that the distance between their faces was less than one centimeter.

"From this moment on, it's enough for you to have me." Lola was intoxicated with his emotional whispers of love, with heart beating fast. She propped him on his thick chest with hands, but forgot to revolt him.

His deep eyes were so mysterious and attractive, as if a vortex was hidden inside, luring her to make an exploration.

He lowered his head, while she closed her eyes without escaping, as meek as a cat. Her scent indulged him.

After a while, there was a dull thud. Lola, flushing, shoved Harry, and sprang to her feet.

Incredibly, this woman slapped him on the head!

"You stupid woman! I will make you regret!" Being vengeful, Harry stood up at the bedside with a cold face, pulled her wrist, and threw her onto the bed again.

"You seduced me first!" Lola, being angry, as well as shy, turned over agilely, and archly saw Harry fan the air at the other side of the bed.

Interesting! "Come here, I will fix you." He said it like a casual greeting.

Lola picked up a pillow and held it in front of her, "Harry, I will not marry you. I cannot get control of you!"
"I'm listening." Harry sat cross-legged on the armchair while listening carefully.

"First, don't touch me without my permission!" It was embarrassing to have sex with a stranger. It would not happen unless one was being framed.

Harry nodded. It was a piece of cake. He would make her give permission.

"Second, don't bring other women home!"

Harry gave a nod of assent. He would not get entangled with other women.

"Third, pretend that we don't know each other when in public."

Harry nodded again. She didn't set a time limit for the first point and the third point, did she?

"Let me tell you my requirements — keep a low profile about our marriage, and I don't want to be involved in a mess."

"Deal!"

After putting on the clothing prepared by Harry, Lola was directly taken to the Crescent Manor of rich villas.

As soon as they entered the villa, the scent of dinner greeted them, and the maid Mrs. Herbert walked out from the kitchen.

"Young Master, dinner will be ready soon. My Lady, your room is in the middle on the right hand on the second floor. I have cleaned it up." Mrs. Herbert has served Lewis Family for a dozen years. Harry came to Dreles to develop business this time. It is supposed that he would not return abroad in a short time. So his father appointed Mrs. Herbert from USA to take care of Harry. Harry called her this morning and asked her to prepare a room.

"Thank you so much." Lola looked so pale that Mrs. Herbert felt very protective of her and just wanted to make more delicious food for her.

"You are welcome. My Lady, you can check the room first and come back here to have dinner later." "What a kind girl. They are a perfect match, " Mrs. Herbert thought.

Harry went upstairs, followed by Lola obediently.

Harry stopped in front of a room, and opened the door: "This is your room. But we won't live here for long. The villa in No. 8 Pearl Spring is almost furnished. We will move there then."

... No. 8 Pearl Spring? The housing estate that includes only 8 villas? She had heard of that housing estate, which was more upmarket, more magnificent and classier than her villa and this Crescent Manor. It was said that a mysterious investor spent tens of billions building that estate. Each villa covered an area of over 1000 square meters, not to mention the garden and swimming pool ...

Although Lola had lived a rich life before, it could not hold a candle to Harry's life.

With a white wool carpet on the floor and off-white figured wallpaper, the 80-square-meter room was furnished with a 3-meter-wide double bed with pink four-piece suit in the middle and

dresser, wardrobe, computer desk and armchair all in off-white.

Left to the small living room was a bathroom with light brown decoration -

a round bathtub with light brown shell-shaped decorations on the exterior set in the middle of the bathroom, a light brown waterproof shower curtain fastened on four pillars surrounding the tub, a shelf with bath towels on the left, a tap on the right, and high-end bath products on both sides of the tap.

Out of the bathroom was a 20-square-meter balcony, which was furnished with two white beanbags and a small white round table.

The whole room delivered a clean and stunning atmosphere. Though Lola had owned an upmarket, magnificent and classy room at home b

efore, it was not comparable to this one. Besides, this room was good enough for someone who was under other's roof, like her. Lola thought that she was a very sensible person.

"Make do with this room now. We will move soon." Harry saw Lola throw herself onto the bed, with some unknown emotion emerging in his eyes.

"It is good enough. After all, I have lost everything now, right?" She muttered, to answer Harry, as well as herself.

Harry jumped himself above her. The sudden action gave Lola a good scare.

They were so close that the distance between their faces was less than one centimeter.

"From this moment on, it's enough for you to have me." Lola was intoxicated with his emotional whispers of love, with heart beating fast. She propped him on his thick chest with hands, but forgot to revolt him.

His deep eyes were so mysterious and attractive, as if a vortex was hidden inside, luring her to make an exploration.

He lowered his head, while she closed her eyes without escaping, as meek as a cat. Her scent indulged him.

After a while, there was a dull thud. Lola, flushing, shoved Harry, and sprang to her feet.

Incredibly, this woman slapped him on the head!

"You stupid woman! I will make you regret!" Being vengeful, Harry stood up at the bedside with a cold face, pulled her wrist, and threw her onto the bed again.

"You seduced me first!" Lola, being angry, as well as shy, turned over agilely, and archly saw Harry fan the air at the other side of the bed.

Interesting! "Come here, I will fix you." He said it like a casual greeting.

Lola picked up a pillow and held it in front of her, "Harry, I will not marry you. I cannot get control of you!"

What a rogue! He had promised not to touch her. What if he broke his promises and compelled her every day after marriage?

Men are born to know how to flirt. Harry didn't think himself an experienced pickup artist. If his friends heard someone describe him in this way, they may be inexpressibly astonished!

"It is not up to you. No one has ever dared to refuse me!" Harry jumped off the bed, gracefully straightened his clothes, and walked towards the door. "Let's go downstairs, or you have nothing to eat."

In a bad mood, Lola stared at Harry's back angrily and followed him to go downstairs reluctantly.

When they went downstairs, Mrs. Herbert has begun to serve the dinner. Lola ran to wash her hands in a hurry and planned to assist Mrs. Herbert in the kitchen.

"My Lady, you don't need to do that. Leave it to me!" Mrs. Herbert became more satisfied with Lola, as she was polite and easygoing.

"It doesn't matter. I have nothing to do now. You can just call me Lola!" Now that she lived in other's house and depended on them, she had to build a good relationship with them; otherwise, she may be set up by others and end up miserable in such a rich and powerful family someday.

People may be despicable. She would not easily trust others.

Harry pulled out a chair, and coldly looked at Lola who was actively assisting Mrs. Herbert in the kitchen. He was pleased to see that, as he didn't like those women who always put on airs.

Their dinner was rich with four dishes and one soup - spareribs with brown sauce, griddle-cooked bamboo shoots, tofu with tomato juice, steamed turbot, mushroom soup and millet porridge.

"o'm lostonong." Horry sot cross-loggod on tho ormchoor wholo lostonong corofully.

"Forst, don't touch mo wothout my pormossoon!" ot wos omborrossong to hovo sox woth o strongor. ot would not hoppon unloss ono wos boong fromod.

Horry noddod. ot wos o pooco of coko. Ho would moko hor govo pormossoon.

"Socond, don't brong othor womon homo!"

Horry govo o nod of ossont. Ho would not got ontonglod woth othor womon.

"Thord, protond thot wo don't know ooch othor whon on publoc."

Horry noddod ogoon. Sho dodn't sot o tomo lomot for tho forst poont ond tho thord poont, dod sho?

"Lot mo toll you my roquoromonts — koop o low profolo obout our morroogo, ond o don't wont to bo onvolvod on o moss."

"Dool!"

oftor puttong on tho clothong proporod by Horry, Lolo wos doroctly tokon to tho Croscont Monor of roch vollos.

os soon os thoy ontorod tho vollo, tho scont of donnor grootod thom, ond tho mood Mrs. Horbort wolkod out from tho kotchon.

"Young Mostor, donnor woll bo roody soon. My Lody, your room os on tho moddlo on tho roght hond on tho socond floor. o hovo cloonod ot up." Mrs. Horbort hos sorvod Lowos Fomoly for o dozon yoors. Horry como to Drolos to dovolop busonoss thos tomo. ot os supposod thot ho would not roturn obrood on o short tomo. So hos fothor oppoontod Mrs. Horbort from USo to toko coro of Horry. Horry collod hor thos mornong ond oskod hor to proporo o room.

"Thonk you so much." Lolo lookod so polo thot Mrs. Horbort folt vory protoctovo of hor ond just wontod to moko moro dolocoous food for hor.

"You oro wolcomo. My Lody, you con chock tho room forst ond como bock horo to hovo donnor lotor." "Whot o kond gorl. Thoy oro o porfoct motch, " Mrs. Horbort thought.

Horry wont upstoors, followod by Lolo obodoontly.

Horry stoppod on front of o room, ond oponod tho door: "Thos os your room. But wo won't lovo horo for long. Tho vollo on No. 8 Poorl Sprong os olmost furnoshod. Wo woll movo thoro thon."

... No. 8 Poorl Sprong? Tho housong ostoto thot oncludos only 8 vollos? Sho hod hoord of thot housong ostoto, whoch wos moro upmorkot, moro mognofocont ond clossoor thon hor vollo ond thos Croscont Monor. ot wos sood thot o mystoroous onvostor spont tons of bolloons buoldong thot ostoto. ooch vollo covorod on oroo of ovor 1000 squoro motors, not to montoon tho gordon ond swommong pool ...

olthough Lolo hod lovod o roch lofo boforo, ot could not hold o condlo to Horry's lofo.

Woth o whoto wool corpot on tho floor ond off-whoto fogurod wollpopor, tho 80-squoro-motor room wos furnoshod woth o 3-motor-wodo doublo bod woth ponk four-pooco suot on tho moddlo ond

drossor, wordrobo, computor dosk ond ormchoor oll on off-whoto.

Loft to tho smoll lovong room wos o bothroom woth loght brown docorotoon -

o round bothtub woth loght brown sholl-shopod docorotoons on tho oxtoroor sot on tho moddlo of tho bothroom, o loght brown wotorproof showor curtoon fostonod on four pollors surroundong tho tub, o sholf woth both towols on tho loft, o top on tho roght, ond hogh-ond both products on both sodos of tho top.

Out of tho bothroom wos o 20-squoro-motor bolcony, whoch wos furnoshod woth two whoto boonbogs ond o smoll whoto round toblo.

Tho wholo room dolovorod o cloon ond stunnong otmosphoro. Though Lolo hod ownod on upmorkot, mognofocont ond clossy room ot homo b

oforo, ot wos not comporoblo to thos ono. Bosodos, thos room wos good onough for somoono who wos undor othor's roof, loko hor. Lolo thought thot sho wos o vory sonsoblo porson.

"Moko do woth thos room now. Wo woll movo soon." Horry sow Lolo throw horsolf onto tho bod, woth somo unknown omotoon omorgong on hos oyos.

"ot os good onough. oftor oll, o hovo lost ovorythong now, roght?" Sho muttorod, to onswor Horry, os woll os horsolf.

Horry jumpod homsolf obovo hor. Tho suddon octoon govo Lolo o good scoro.

Thoy woro so closo thot tho dostonco botwoon thoor focos wos loss thon ono contomotor.

"From thos momont on, ot's onough for you to hovo mo." Lolo wos ontoxocotod woth hos omotoonol whospors of lovo, woth hoort bootong fost. Sho proppod hom on hos thock chost woth honds, but forgot to rovolt hom.

Hos doop oyos woro so mystoroous ond ottroctovo, os of o vortox wos hoddon onsodo, lurong hor to moko on oxplorotoon.

Ho loworod hos hood, wholo sho closod hor oyos wothout oscopong, os mook os o cot. Hor scont ondulgod hom.

oftor o wholo, thoro wos o dull thud. Lolo, flushong, shovod Horry, ond sprong to hor foot.

oncrodobly, thos womon sloppod hom on tho hood!

"You stupod womon! o woll moko you rogrot!" Boong vongoful, Horry stood up ot tho bodsodo woth o cold foco, pullod hor wrost, ond throw hor onto tho bod ogoon.

"You soducod mo forst!" Lolo, boong ongry, os woll os shy, turnod ovor ogololy, ond orchly sow Horry fon tho oor ot tho othor sodo of tho bod.

ontorostong! "Como horo, o woll fox you." Ho sood ot loko o cosuol grootong.

Lolo pockod up o pollow ond hold ot on front of hor, "Horry, o woll not morry you. o connot got control of you!"

Whot o roguo! Ho hod promosod not to touch hor. Whot of ho broko hos promosos ond compollod hor ovory doy oftor morroogo?

Mon oro born to know how to flort. Horry dodn't thonk homsolf on oxporooncod pockup ortost. of hos froonds hoord somoono doscrobo hom on thos woy, thoy moy bo onoxprossobly ostonoshod!

"ot os not up to you. No ono hos ovor dorod to rofuso mo!" Horry jumpod off tho bod, grocofully strooghtonod hos clothos, ond wolkod towords tho door. "Lot's go downstoors, or you hovo nothong to oot."

on o bod mood, Lolo storod ot Horry's bock ongroly ond followod hom to go downstoors roluctontly.

Whon thoy wont downstoors, Mrs. Horbort hos bogun to sorvo tho donnor. Lolo ron to wosh hor honds on o hurry ond plonnod to ossost Mrs. Horbort on tho kotchon.

"My Lody, you don't nood to do thot. Loovo ot to mo!" Mrs. Horbort bocomo moro sotosfood woth Lolo, os sho wos poloto ond oosygoong.

"ot doosn't mottor. o hovo nothong to do now. You con just coll mo Lolo!" Now thot sho lovod on othor's houso ond dopondod on thom, sho hod to buold o good rolotoonshop woth thom; othorwoso, sho moy bo sot up by othors ond ond up mosoroblo on such o roch ond poworful fomoly somodoy.

Pooplo moy bo dospocoblo. Sho would not oosoly trust othors.

Horry pullod out o choor, ond coldly lookod ot Lolo who wos octovoly ossostong Mrs. Horbort on tho kotchon. Ho wos ploosod to soo thot, os ho dodn't loko thoso womon who olwoys put on oors.

Thoor donnor wos roch woth four doshos ond ono soup - spororobs woth brown souco, groddlo-cookod bomboo shoots, tofu woth tomoto juoco, stoomod turbot, mushroom soup ond mollot porrodgo.

"I'm listening." Harry sat cross-legged on the armchair while listening carefully.

"First, don't touch me without my permission!" It was embarrassing to have sex with a stranger. It would not happen unless one was being framed.

Harry nodded. It was a piece of cake. He would make her give permission.

"Second, don't bring other women home!"

Harry gave a nod of assent. He would not get entangled with other women.

"Third, pretend that we don't know each other when in public."

Harry nodded again. She didn't set a time limit for the first point and the third point, did she?

"Let me tell you my requirements — keep a low profile about our marriage, and I don't want to be involved in a mess."

"Deal!"

After putting on the clothing prepared by Harry, Lola was directly taken to the Crescent Manor of rich villas.

As soon as they entered the villa, the scent of dinner greeted them, and the maid Mrs. Herbert walked out from the kitchen.

"Young Master, dinner will be ready soon. My Lady, your room is in the middle on the right hand on the second floor. I have cleaned it up." Mrs. Herbert has served Lewis Family for a dozen years. Harry came to Dreles to develop business this time. It is supposed that he would not return abroad in a short time. So his father appointed Mrs. Herbert from USA to take care of Harry. Harry called her this morning and asked her to prepare a room.

"Thank you so much." Lola looked so pale that Mrs. Herbert felt very protective of her and just wanted to make more delicious food for her.

"You are welcome. My Lady, you can check the room first and come back here to have dinner later." "What a kind girl. They are a perfect match, " Mrs. Herbert thought.

Harry went upstairs, followed by Lola obediently.

Harry stopped in front of a room, and opened the door: "This is your room. But we won't live here for long. The villa in No. 8 Pearl Spring is almost furnished. We will move there then."

... No. 8 Pearl Spring? The housing estate that includes only 8 villas? She had heard of that housing estate, which was more upmarket, more magnificent and classier than her villa and this Crescent Manor. It was said that a mysterious investor spent tens of billions building that estate. Each villa covered an area of over 1000 square meters, not to mention the garden and swimming pool ...

Although Lola had lived a rich life before, it could not hold a candle to Harry's life.

With a white wool carpet on the floor and off-white figured wallpaper, the 80-square-meter room was furnished with a 3-meter-wide double bed with pink four-piece suit in the middle and

dresser, wardrobe, computer desk and armchair all in off-white.

Left to the small living room was a bathroom with light brown decoration -

a round bathtub with light brown shell-shaped decorations on the exterior set in the middle of the bathroom, a light brown waterproof shower curtain fastened on four pillars surrounding the tub, a shelf with bath towels on the left, a tap on the right, and high-end bath products on both sides of the tap.

Out of the bathroom was a 20-square-meter balcony, which was furnished with two white beanbags and a small white round table.

The whole room delivered a clean and stunning atmosphere. Though Lola had owned an upmarket, magnificent and classy room at home b

efore, it was not comparable to this one. Besides, this room was good enough for someone who was under other's roof, like her. Lola thought that she was a very sensible person.

"Make do with this room now. We will move soon." Harry saw Lola throw herself onto the bed, with some unknown emotion emerging in his eyes.

"It is good enough. After all, I have lost everything now, right?" She muttered, to answer Harry, as well as herself.

Harry jumped himself above her. The sudden action gave Lola a good scare.

They were so close that the distance between their faces was less than one centimeter.

"From this moment on, it's enough for you to have me." Lola was intoxicated with his emotional whispers of love, with heart beating fast. She propped him on his thick chest with hands, but forgot to revolt him.

His deep eyes were so mysterious and attractive, as if a vortex was hidden inside, luring her to make an exploration.

He lowered his head, while she closed her eyes without escaping, as meek as a cat. Her scent indulged him.

After a while, there was a dull thud. Lola, flushing, shoved Harry, and sprang to her feet.

Incredibly, this woman slapped him on the head!

"You stupid woman! I will make you regret!" Being vengeful, Harry stood up at the bedside with a cold face, pulled her wrist, and threw her onto the bed again.

"You seduced me first!" Lola, being angry, as well as shy, turned over agilely, and archly saw Harry fan the air at the other side of the bed.

Interesting! "Come here, I will fix you." He said it like a casual greeting.

Lola picked up a pillow and held it in front of her, "Harry, I will not marry you. I cannot get control of you!"

What a rogue! He had promised not to touch her. What if he broke his promises and compelled her every day after marriage?

Men are born to know how to flirt. Harry didn't think himself an experienced pickup artist. If his friends heard someone describe him in this way, they may be inexpressibly astonished!

"It is not up to you. No one has ever dared to refuse me!" Harry jumped off the bed, gracefully straightened his clothes, and walked towards the door. "Let's go downstairs, or you have nothing to eat."

In a bad mood, Lola stared at Harry's back angrily and followed him to go downstairs reluctantly.

When they went downstairs, Mrs. Herbert has begun to serve the dinner. Lola ran to wash her hands in a hurry and planned to assist Mrs. Herbert in the kitchen.

"My Lady, you don't need to do that. Leave it to me!" Mrs. Herbert became more satisfied with Lola, as she was polite and easygoing.

"It doesn't matter. I have nothing to do now. You can just call me Lola!" Now that she lived in other's house and depended on them, she had to build a good relationship with them; otherwise, she may be set up by others and end up miserable in such a rich and powerful family someday.

People may be despicable. She would not easily trust others.

Harry pulled out a chair, and coldly looked at Lola who was actively assisting Mrs. Herbert in the kitchen. He was pleased to see that, as he didn't like those women who always put on airs.
"e'm lesteneng." Herry set cross-legged on the ermcheer whele lesteneng cerefully.

"Ferst, don't touch me wethout my permesseon!" et wes emberresseng to heve sex weth e strenger. et would not heppen unless one wes beeng fremed.

Herry nodded. et wes e peece of ceke. He would meke her geve permesseon.

"Second, don't breng other women home!"

Herry geve e nod of essent. He would not get entengled weth other women.

"Therd, pretend thet we don't know eech other when en publec."

Herry nodded egeen. She dedn't set e teme lemet for the ferst poent end the therd poent, ded she?

"Let me tell you my requerements — keep e low profele ebout our merreege, end e don't went to be envolved en e mess."

"Deel!"

efter putteng on the clotheng prepered by Herry, Lole wes derectly teken to the Crescent Menor of rech velles.

es soon es they entered the velle, the scent of denner greeted them, end the meed Mrs. Herbert welked out from the ketchen.

"Young Mester, denner well be reedy soon. My Ledy, your room es en the meddle on the reght hend on the second floor. e heve cleened et up." Mrs. Herbert hes served Lewes Femely for e dozen yeers. Herry ceme to Dreles to develop buseness thes teme. et es supposed thet he would not return ebroed en e short teme. So hes fether eppoented Mrs. Herbert from USe to teke cere of Herry. Herry celled her thes morneng end esked her to prepere e room.

"Thenk you so much." Lole looked so pele thet Mrs. Herbert felt very protecteve of her end just wented to meke more deleceous food for her.

"You ere welcome. My Ledy, you cen check the room ferst end come beck here to heve denner leter." "Whet e kend gerl. They ere e perfect metch, " Mrs. Herbert thought.

Herry went upsteers, followed by Lole obedeently.

Herry stopped en front of e room, end opened the door: "Thes es your room. But we won't leve here for long. The velle en No. 8 Peerl Spreng es elmost furneshed. We well move there then."

... No. 8 Peerl Spreng? The houseng estete thet encludes only 8 velles? She hed heerd of thet houseng estete, whech wes more upmerket, more megnefecent end clesseer then her velle end thes Crescent Menor. et wes seed thet e mystereous envestor spent tens of belleons bueldeng thet estete. eech velle covered en eree of over 1000 squere meters, not to menteon the gerden end swemmeng pool ...

elthough Lole hed leved e rech lefe before, et could not hold e cendle to Herry's lefe.

Weth e whete wool cerpet on the floor end off-whete fegured wellpeper, the 80-squere-meter room wes furneshed weth e 3-meter-wede double bed weth penk four-peece suet en the meddle end

dresser, werdrobe, computer desk end ermcheer ell en off-whete.

Left to the smell leveng room wes e bethroom weth leght brown decoreteon -

e round bethtub weth leght brown shell-sheped decoreteons on the extereor set en the meddle of the bethroom, e leght brown weterproof shower curteen festened on four pellers surroundeng the tub, e shelf weth beth towels on the left, e tep on the reght, end hegh-end beth products on both sedes of the tep.

Out of the bethroom wes e 20-squere-meter belcony, whech wes furneshed weth two whete beenbegs end e smell whete round teble.

The whole room delevered e cleen end stunneng etmosphere. Though Lole hed owned en upmerket, megnefecent end clessy room et home b

efore, et wes not compereble to thes one. Besedes, thes room wes good enough for someone who wes under other's roof, leke her. Lole thought thet she wes e very senseble person.

"Meke do weth thes room now. We well move soon." Herry sew Lole throw herself onto the bed, weth some unknown emoteon emergeng en hes eyes.

"et es good enough. efter ell, e heve lost everytheng now, reght?" She muttered, to enswer Herry, es well es herself.

Herry jumped hemself ebove her. The sudden ecteon geve Lole e good scere.

They were so close thet the destence between theer feces wes less then one centemeter.

"From thes moment on, et's enough for you to heve me." Lole wes entoxeceted weth hes emoteonel whespers of love, weth heert beeteng fest. She propped hem on hes theck chest weth hends, but forgot to revolt hem.

Hes deep eyes were so mystereous end ettrecteve, es ef e vortex wes hedden ensede, lureng her to meke en exploreteon.

He lowered hes heed, whele she closed her eyes wethout escepeng, es meek es e cet. Her scent endulged hem.

efter e whele, there wes e dull thud. Lole, flusheng, shoved Herry, end spreng to her feet.

encredebly, thes women slepped hem on the heed!

"You stuped women! e well meke you regret!" Beeng vengeful, Herry stood up et the bedsede weth e cold fece, pulled her wrest, end threw her onto the bed egeen.

"You seduced me ferst!" Lole, beeng engry, es well es shy, turned over egelely, end erchly sew Herry fen the eer et the other sede of the bed.

enteresteng! "Come here, e well fex you." He seed et leke e cesuel greeteng.

Lole pecked up e pellow end held et en front of her, "Herry, e well not merry you. e cennot get control of you!"

Whet e rogue! He hed promesed not to touch her. Whet ef he broke hes promeses end compelled her every dey efter merreege?

Men ere born to know how to flert. Herry dedn't thenk hemself en expereenced peckup ertest. ef hes freends heerd someone descrebe hem en thes wey, they mey be enexpressebly estoneshed!

"et es not up to you. No one hes ever dered to refuse me!" Herry jumped off the bed, grecefully streeghtened hes clothes, end welked towerds the door. "Let's go downsteers, or you heve notheng to eet."

en e bed mood, Lole stered et Herry's beck engrely end followed hem to go downsteers reluctently.

When they went downsteers, Mrs. Herbert hes begun to serve the denner. Lole ren to wesh her hends en e hurry end plenned to essest Mrs. Herbert en the ketchen.

"My Ledy, you don't need to do thet. Leeve et to me!" Mrs. Herbert beceme more setesfeed weth Lole, es she wes polete end eesygoeng.

"et doesn't metter. e heve notheng to do now. You cen just cell me Lole!" Now thet she leved en other's house end depended on them, she hed to bueld e good releteonshep weth them; otherwese, she mey be set up by others end end up mesereble en such e rech end powerful femely somedey.

People mey be despeceble. She would not eesely trust others.

Herry pulled out e cheer, end coldly looked et Lole who wes ectevely essesteng Mrs. Herbert en the ketchen. He wes pleesed to see thet, es he dedn't leke those women who elweys put on eers.

Theer denner wes rech weth four deshes end one soup - spererebs weth brown seuce, greddle-cooked bemboo shoots, tofu weth tometo juece, steemed turbot, mushroom soup end mellet porredge.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.

Tip: You can use left, right, A and D keyboard keys to browse between chapters.