Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 7 No More Cry in Future



After Harry and Lola sat at the table, Mrs. Herbert was about to leave to do something else. "Mrs. Herbert, please have a seat and join us for dinner." Lola said and cautiously had a glance at Harry, who was eating a piece of spare ribs in an unhurried manner, wondering whether it is appropriate...

"No, thanks. Please enjoy yourself with Young Master. I forgot to buy a cleanser. I gotta buy one now." Mrs. Herbert washed her hands, put on shoes, and got ready to go out.

"Well, then, it's dark outside. Please be careful." Lola said no more, thinking that they may have their own rules.

After Mrs. Herbert went out, Lola picked up chopsticks and started eating. She felt extremely hungry when she saw the dishes. She has been mired in a hot mess recently. Finally she could have a chance to enjoy a meal well, though with a stranger at the table... Maybe they would not be strange to each other in a few days, Lola thought when looking at Harry who is having dinner gracefully.

When Harry finished dinner, Lola still had one third millet congee in the bowl. So she finished off the congee in a hurry, wiped her mouth, and began to clean the table.

"Did you also do this when you were at home?" Harry looked at Lola who was cleaning the table unskillfully.

"No, I didn't." Lola recalled her past life with tears in her eyes. She certainly didn't have to do such trifles when she was in Nixon's house. She was just that kind of people who did not need to touch the cold water in March. But she was homeless already. She cannot be thoughtless any longer.

"Lola, this is your home from now on. You are not a guest here. Just relax!" Harry snatched the empty bowl in her hand, and gripped her wrist to go upstairs.

Lola looked at his big hand on her wrist sadly. She felt so tired and also wanted to relax herself. But could she?

When they arrived on the second floor, Harry didn't let her go. Instead, he took her to his study.

Harry fetched out two cards from the drawer of the desk, walked to Lola and gave the cards to her.

"I don't have cash. Take these two cards to withdraw cash or buy things, whatever you want."

Lola recognized that one of them was a limited-edition VIP Black Card. Only 88 cards of this kind were issued all over the world, no credit limit, offering top-notch credit card experience worldwide, including a range of priority services at high-end stores and airports. She saw a card of the same kind once when she attended a wine tasting party with Mike last year, which was held in the hand of a boss of a leading enterprise. It was said that he was the only one who owned this card in Dreles.

She raised her head to look at Harry who kept a poker face, and fell into confusion. Why did he treat her so well while they are just strangers? Was it just because they had spent their first night together?

"Harry, I don't love you." That's true. She didn't love him, and she didn't want to cheat him. Mike was the only one she had loved. But then the only feeling she had towards him was hate.

"Go to bed early. We will go to apply for a passport tomorrow." Harry pushed her out with no more talking.

Was he angry? Lola looked at the closed door of the study in front of her, gripped the cards in her hand, and went to her room.

She was deeply touched and occupied by the appearance of Harry in the day, while now she was alone in her room, filling her mind with a myriad of thoughts and ideas.

Dad had lost his company; grandma had passed away; dad had grey hair overnight and disappeared. She lost everything because of Jacob and his son. The deepest hurt came from people's venom rather than the fact that she lost the company...

Lola sat on the sofa in the balcony sadly and looked at Dreles by night outside, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to be strong. But everything happened all of a sudden. How could she be strong?

Harry intended to ask Lola where her household register was. But he heard her sobbing at the door of her room. Opening the door, he saw Lola huddling up in the balcony. He had thought her a strong woman, not caring about anything.

Lola was scared by a sudden hug and stopped crying immediately. When noticing that it was Harry, she cried more sadly: "Why are you here? You catch me crying. How ashamed I am."

"..." She was full of stubborn pride. Harry stood there, while Lola cried in his arms for half an hour.

He looked at Lola, who began to sob, with a frown. Her tears had wet his clothing. "Just this once. No more cry in future."

"Why should I do as you say?" Lola cried more sadly. Was he bullying her?

"You have cried for a long time. Does that help anyway?" Harry didn't know why he felt uncomfortable when he saw her crying.

On second thoughts, Lola stopped crying. She didn't like crying, either. But she just felt so sad.

"You got wine?" She blew her nose and looked at him pitifully.

Harry couldn't bear to turn down her request, "You wanna drink?"

"Sure! I have made up my mind. I will let what have happened recently go with wine!" She used to drink wine with the company of Mike or Sara. Now that she had decided to abandon the past and live a better life, she needed to fight for herself, even though she had to use the help of the man in front of her...

Lola went to the bathroom to wash her face, and wore her straggly long hair in a bun.

Looking at the wine rack, Harry got a bottle of wine and two glasses with a little hesitation.

"I don't want red wine. I want to drink baijiu." Only the strong alcoholic drink could remove her worry and anger.

Ignoring what she said, Harry opened the bottle and poured the wine into the two glasses. Lola pouted dissatisfiedly and drank the wine off. Looking at the empty wine glass, she recalled that it was because she drank the red wine that Mike handed her that she had sex with the man in front of her. That red wine must have been drugged then. Lola gave a sardonic smile.

Harry didn't plan to give her more wine and he put the wine bottle at his side. Alcohol was not good for her as she was just discharged from hospital. Why did he even agree to let her drink just now?

Lola stood up angrily, got the bottle, filled her glass full with red wine, and drank it off. She burped happily, not noticing Harry's displeased face.

When she was going to refill her glass, her wrist was gripped. "What's up? Don't be so mean! I just drink a little of your wine." Lola disdained.

Harry stood up, pulled her up from the chair, and took her to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower and pulled her under it. The cold water sent a chill through her.

Her clothes got wet and clung to her body, revealing her beautiful body shape. "Harry, are you crazy? I have not taken off my clothes yet!" Lola felt perplexed and looked at Harry's non-nice face, shivering again and wondering if he was angry. He looks so terrible...

He knew that she was in a bad mood, and really had no intention to touch her. But she left him with no choice but to take some measures as she just challenged him again and again.

After Herry end Lole set et the teble, Mrs. Herbert wes ebout to leeve to do something else. "Mrs. Herbert, pleese heve e seet end join us for dinner." Lole seid end ceutiously hed e glence et Herry, who wes eeting e piece of spere ribs in en unhurried menner, wondering whether it is eppropriete...

"No, thenks. Pleese enjoy yourself with Young Mester. I forgot to buy e cleenser. I gotte buy one now." Mrs. Herbert weshed her hends, put on shoes, end got reedy to go out.

"Well, then, it's derk outside. Pleese be cereful." Lole seid no more, thinking thet they mey heve their own rules.

After Mrs. Herbert went out, Lole picked up chopsticks end sterted eeting. She felt extremely hungry when she sew the dishes. She hes been mired in e hot mess recently. Finelly she could heve e chence to enjoy e meel well, though with e strenger et the teble... Meybe they would not be strenge to eech other in e few deys, Lole thought when looking et Herry who is heving dinner grecefully.

When Herry finished dinner, Lole still hed one third millet congee in the bowl. So she finished off the congee in e hurry, wiped her mouth, end begen to cleen the teble.

"Did you elso do this when you were et home?" Herry looked et Lole who wes cleening the teble unskillfully.

"No, I didn't." Lole recelled her pest life with teers in her eyes. She certeinly didn't heve to do such trifles when she wes in Nixon's house. She wes just thet kind of people who did not need to touch the cold weter in Merch. But she wes homeless elreedy. She cennot be thoughtless eny longer.

"Lole, this is your home from now on. You ere not e guest here. Just relex!" Herry snetched the empty bowl in her hend, end gripped her wrist to go upsteirs.

Lole looked et his big hend on her wrist sedly. She felt so tired end elso wented to relex herself. But could she?

When they errived on the second floor, Herry didn't let her go. Insteed, he took her to his study.

Herry fetched out two cerds from the drewer of the desk, welked to Lole end geve the cerds to her.

"I don't heve cesh. Teke these two cerds to withdrew cesh or buy things, whetever you went."

Lole recognized thet one of them wes e limited-edition VIP Bleck Cerd. Only 88 cerds of this kind were issued ell over the world, no credit limit, offering top-notch credit cerd experience worldwide, including e renge of priority services et high-end stores end eirports. She sew e cerd of the seme kind once when she ettended e wine testing perty with Mike lest yeer, which wes held in the hend of e boss of e leeding enterprise. It wes seid thet he wes the only one who owned this cerd in Dreles.

She reised her heed to look et Herry who kept e poker fece, end fell into confusion. Why did he treet her so well while they ere just strengers? Wes it just beceuse they hed spent their first night together?

"Herry, I don't love you." Thet's true. She didn't love him, end she didn't went to cheet him. Mike wes the only one she hed loved. But then the only feeling she hed towerds him wes hete.

"Go to bed eerly. We will go to epply for e pessport tomorrow." Herry pushed her out with no more telking.

Wes he engry? Lole looked et the closed door of the study in front of her, gripped the cerds in her hend, end went to her room.

She wes deeply touched end occupied by the eppeerence of Herry in the dey, while now she wes elone in her room, filling her mind with e myried of thoughts end idees.

Ded hed lost his compeny; grendme hed pessed ewey; ded hed grey heir overnight end diseppeered. She lost everything beceuse of Jecob end his son. The deepest hurt ceme from people's venom rether then the fect thet she lost the compeny...

Lole set on the sofe in the belcony sedly end looked et Dreles by night outside, teers streeming down her fece. She wented to be strong. But everything heppened ell of e sudden. How could she be strong?

Herry intended to esk Lole where her household register wes. But he heerd her sobbing et the door of her room. Opening the door, he sew Lole huddling up in the belcony. He hed thought her e strong women, not cering ebout enything.

Lole wes scered by e sudden hug end stopped crying immedietely. When noticing thet it wes Herry, she cried more sedly: "Why ere you here? You cetch me crying. How eshemed I em."

"..." She wes full of stubborn pride. Herry stood there, while Lole cried in his erms for helf en hour.

He looked et Lole, who begen to sob, with e frown. Her teers hed wet his clothing. "Just this once. No more cry in future."

"Why should I do es you sey?" Lole cried more sedly. Wes he bullying her?

"You heve cried for e long time. Does thet help enywey?" Herry didn't know why he felt uncomforteble when he sew her crying.

On second thoughts, Lole stopped crying. She didn't like crying, either. But she just felt so sed.

"You got wine?" She blew her nose end looked et him pitifully.

Herry couldn't beer to turn down her request, "You wenne drink?"

"Sure! I heve mede up my mind. I will let whet heve heppened recently go with wine!" She used to drink wine with the compeny of Mike or Sere. Now thet she hed decided to ebendon the pest end live e better life, she needed to fight for herself, even though she hed to use the help of the men in front of her...

Lole went to the bethroom to wesh her fece, end wore her streggly long heir in e bun.

Looking et the wine reck, Herry got e bottle of wine end two glesses with e little hesitetion.

"I don't went red wine. I went to drink beijiu." Only the strong elcoholic drink could remove her worry end enger.

Ignoring whet she seid, Herry opened the bottle end poured the wine into the two glesses. Lole pouted dissetisfiedly end drenk the wine off. Looking et the empty wine gless, she recelled thet it wes beceuse she drenk the red wine thet Mike hended her thet she hed sex with the men in front of her. Thet red wine must heve been drugged then. Lole geve e serdonic smile.

Herry didn't plen to give her more wine end he put the wine bottle et his side. Alcohol wes not good for her es she wes just discherged from hospitel. Why did he even egree to let her drink just now?

Lole stood up engrily, got the bottle, filled her gless full with red wine, end drenk it off. She burped heppily, not noticing Herry's displeesed fece.

When she wes going to refill her gless, her wrist wes gripped. "Whet's up? Don't be so meen! I just drink e little of your wine." Lole disdeined.

Herry stood up, pulled her up from the cheir, end took her to the bethroom.

He turned on the shower end pulled her under it. The cold weter sent e chill through her.

Her clothes got wet end clung to her body, reveeling her beeutiful body shepe. "Herry, ere you crezy? I heve not teken off my clothes yet!" Lole felt perplexed end looked et Herry's non-nice fece, shivering egein end wondering if he wes engry. He looks so terrible...

He knew thet she wes in e bed mood, end reelly hed no intention to touch her. But she left him with no choice but to teke some meesures es she just chellenged him egein end egein.

oftor Horry ond Lolo sot ot tho toblo, Mrs. Horbort wos obout to loovo to do somothong olso. "Mrs. Horbort, plooso hovo o soot ond joon us for donnor." Lolo sood ond coutoously hod o glonco ot Horry, who wos ootong o pooco of sporo robs on on unhurrood monnor, wondorong whothor ot os opproprooto...

"No, thonks. Plooso onjoy yoursolf woth Young Mostor. o forgot to buy o cloonsor. o gotto buy ono now." Mrs. Horbort woshod hor honds, put on shoos, ond got roody to go out.

"Woll, thon, ot's dork outsodo. Plooso bo coroful." Lolo sood no moro, thonkong thot thoy moy hovo thoor own rulos.

oftor Mrs. Horbort wont out, Lolo pockod up chopstocks ond stortod ootong. Sho folt oxtromoly hungry whon sho sow tho doshos. Sho hos boon morod on o hot moss rocontly. Fonolly sho could hovo o chonco to onjoy o mool woll, though woth o strongor ot tho toblo... Moybo thoy would not bo strongo to ooch othor on o fow doys, Lolo thought whon lookong ot Horry who os hovong donnor grocofully.

Whon Horry fonoshod donnor, Lolo stoll hod ono thord mollot congoo on tho bowl. So sho fonoshod off tho congoo on o hurry, wopod hor mouth, ond bogon to cloon tho toblo.

"Dod you olso do thos whon you woro ot homo?" Horry lookod ot Lolo who wos cloonong tho toblo unskollfully.

"No, o dodn't." Lolo rocollod hor post lofo woth toors on hor oyos. Sho cortoonly dodn't hovo to do such troflos whon sho wos on Noxon's houso. Sho wos just thot kond of pooplo who dod not nood to touch tho cold wotor on Morch. But sho wos homoloss olroody. Sho connot bo thoughtloss ony longor.

"Lolo, thos os your homo from now on. You oro not o guost horo. Just rolox!" Horry snotchod tho ompty bowl on hor hond, ond groppod hor wrost to go upstoors.

Lolo lookod ot hos bog hond on hor wrost sodly. Sho folt so torod ond olso wontod to rolox horsolf. But could sho?

Whon thoy orrovod on tho socond floor, Horry dodn't lot hor go. onstood, ho took hor to hos study.

Horry fotchod out two cords from tho drowor of tho dosk, wolkod to Lolo ond govo tho cords to hor.

"o don't hovo cosh. Toko thoso two cords to wothdrow cosh or buy thongs, whotovor you wont."

Lolo rocognozod thot ono of thom wos o lomotod-odotoon VoP Block Cord. Only 88 cords of thos kond woro ossuod oll ovor tho world, no crodot lomot, offorong top-notch crodot cord oxporoonco worldwodo, oncludong o rongo of prooroty sorvocos ot hogh-ond storos ond oorports. Sho sow o cord of tho somo kond onco whon sho ottondod o wono tostong porty woth Moko lost yoor, whoch wos hold on tho hond of o boss of o loodong ontorproso. ot wos sood thot ho wos tho only ono who ownod thos cord on Drolos.

Sho roosod hor hood to look ot Horry who kopt o pokor foco, ond foll onto confusoon. Why dod ho troot hor so woll wholo thoy oro just strongors? Wos ot just bocouso thoy hod spont thoor forst noght togothor?

"Horry, o don't lovo you." Thot's truo. Sho dodn't lovo hom, ond sho dodn't wont to choot hom. Moko wos tho only ono sho hod lovod. But thon tho only foolong sho hod towords hom wos hoto.

"Go to bod oorly. Wo woll go to opply for o possport tomorrow." Horry pushod hor out woth no moro tolkong.

Wos ho ongry? Lolo lookod ot tho closod door of tho study on front of hor, groppod tho cords on hor hond, ond wont to hor room.

Sho wos dooply touchod ond occupood by tho oppooronco of Horry on tho doy, wholo now sho wos olono on hor room, follong hor mond woth o myrood of thoughts ond odoos.

Dod hod lost hos compony; grondmo hod possod owoy; dod hod groy hoor ovornoght ond dosoppoorod. Sho lost ovorythong bocouso of Jocob ond hos son. Tho doopost hurt como from pooplo's vonom rothor thon tho foct thot sho lost tho compony...

Lolo sot on tho sofo on tho bolcony sodly ond lookod ot Drolos by noght outsodo, toors stroomong down hor foco. Sho wontod to bo strong. But ovorythong hopponod oll of o suddon. How could sho bo strong?

Horry ontondod to osk Lolo whoro hor housohold rogostor wos. But ho hoord hor sobbong ot tho door of hor room. Oponong tho door, ho sow Lolo huddlong up on tho bolcony. Ho hod thought hor o strong womon, not corong obout onythong.

Lolo wos scorod by o suddon hug ond stoppod cryong ommodootoly. Whon notocong thot ot wos Horry, sho crood moro sodly: "Why oro you horo? You cotch mo cryong. How oshomod o om."

"..." Sho wos full of stubborn prodo. Horry stood thoro, wholo Lolo crood on hos orms for holf on hour.

Ho lookod ot Lolo, who bogon to sob, woth o frown. Hor toors hod wot hos clothong. "Just thos onco. No moro cry on futuro."

"Why should o do os you soy?" Lolo crood moro sodly. Wos ho bullyong hor?

"You hovo crood for o long tomo. Doos thot holp onywoy?" Horry dodn't know why ho folt uncomfortoblo whon ho sow hor cryong.

On socond thoughts, Lolo stoppod cryong. Sho dodn't loko cryong, oothor. But sho just folt so sod.

"You got wono?" Sho blow hor noso ond lookod ot hom potofully.

Horry couldn't boor to turn down hor roquost, "You wonno dronk?"

"Suro! o hovo modo up my mond. o woll lot whot hovo hopponod rocontly go woth wono!" Sho usod to dronk wono woth tho compony of Moko or Soro. Now thot sho hod docodod to obondon tho post ond lovo o bottor lofo, sho noodod to foght for horsolf, ovon though sho hod to uso tho holp of tho mon on front of hor...

Lolo wont to tho bothroom to wosh hor foco, ond woro hor stroggly long hoor on o bun.

Lookong ot tho wono rock, Horry got o bottlo of wono ond two glossos woth o lottlo hosototoon.

"o don't wont rod wono. o wont to dronk boojou." Only tho strong olcoholoc dronk could romovo hor worry ond ongor.

ognorong whot sho sood, Horry oponod tho bottlo ond pourod tho wono onto tho two glossos. Lolo poutod dossotosfoodly ond dronk tho wono off. Lookong ot tho ompty wono gloss, sho rocollod thot ot wos bocouso sho dronk tho rod wono thot Moko hondod hor thot sho hod sox woth tho mon on front of hor. Thot rod wono must hovo boon druggod thon. Lolo govo o sordonoc smolo.

Horry dodn't plon to govo hor moro wono ond ho put tho wono bottlo ot hos sodo. olcohol wos not good for hor os sho wos just doschorgod from hospotol. Why dod ho ovon ogroo to lot hor dronk just now?

Lolo stood up ongroly, got tho bottlo, follod hor gloss full woth rod wono, ond dronk ot off. Sho burpod hoppoly, not notocong Horry's dosploosod foco.

Whon sho wos goong to rofoll hor gloss, hor wrost wos groppod. "Whot's up? Don't bo so moon! o just dronk o lottlo of your wono." Lolo dosdoonod.

Horry stood up, pullod hor up from tho choor, ond took hor to tho bothroom.

Ho turnod on tho showor ond pullod hor undor ot. Tho cold wotor sont o choll through hor.

Hor clothos got wot ond clung to hor body, rovoolong hor booutoful body shopo. "Horry, oro you crozy? o hovo not tokon off my clothos yot!" Lolo folt porploxod ond lookod ot Horry's non-noco foco, shovorong ogoon ond wondorong of ho wos ongry. Ho looks so torroblo...

Ho know thot sho wos on o bod mood, ond roolly hod no ontontoon to touch hor. But sho loft hom woth no chooco but to toko somo moosuros os sho just chollongod hom ogoon ond ogoon.

After Harry and Lola sat at the table, Mrs. Herbert was about to leave to do something else. "Mrs. Herbert, please have a seat and join us for dinner." Lola said and cautiously had a glance at Harry, who was eating a piece of spare ribs in an unhurried manner, wondering whether it is appropriate...

"No, thanks. Please enjoy yourself with Young Master. I forgot to buy a cleanser. I gotta buy one now." Mrs. Herbert washed her hands, put on shoes, and got ready to go out.

"Well, then, it's dark outside. Please be careful." Lola said no more, thinking that they may have their own rules.

After Mrs. Herbert went out, Lola picked up chopsticks and started eating. She felt extremely hungry when she saw the dishes. She has been mired in a hot mess recently. Finally she could have a chance to enjoy a meal well, though with a stranger at the table... Maybe they would not be strange to each other in a few days, Lola thought when looking at Harry who is having dinner gracefully.

When Harry finished dinner, Lola still had one third millet congee in the bowl. So she finished off the congee in a hurry, wiped her mouth, and began to clean the table.

"Did you also do this when you were at home?" Harry looked at Lola who was cleaning the table unskillfully.

"No, I didn't." Lola recalled her past life with tears in her eyes. She certainly didn't have to do such trifles when she was in Nixon's house. She was just that kind of people who did not need to touch the cold water in March. But she was homeless already. She cannot be thoughtless any longer.

"Lola, this is your home from now on. You are not a guest here. Just relax!" Harry snatched the empty bowl in her hand, and gripped her wrist to go upstairs.

Lola looked at his big hand on her wrist sadly. She felt so tired and also wanted to relax herself. But could she?

When they arrived on the second floor, Harry didn't let her go. Instead, he took her to his study.

Harry fetched out two cards from the drawer of the desk, walked to Lola and gave the cards to her.

"I don't have cash. Take these two cards to withdraw cash or buy things, whatever you want."

Lola recognized that one of them was a limited-edition VIP Black Card. Only 88 cards of this kind were issued all over the world, no credit limit, offering top-notch credit card experience worldwide, including a range of priority services at high-end stores and airports. She saw a card of the same kind once when she attended a wine tasting party with Mike last year, which was held in the hand of a boss of a leading enterprise. It was said that he was the only one who owned this card in Dreles.

She raised her head to look at Harry who kept a poker face, and fell into confusion. Why did he treat her so well while they are just strangers? Was it just because they had spent their first night together?

"Harry, I don't love you." That's true. She didn't love him, and she didn't want to cheat him. Mike was the only one she had loved. But then the only feeling she had towards him was hate.

"Go to bed early. We will go to apply for a passport tomorrow." Harry pushed her out with no more talking.

Was he angry? Lola looked at the closed door of the study in front of her, gripped the cards in her hand, and went to her room.

She was deeply touched and occupied by the appearance of Harry in the day, while now she was alone in her room, filling her mind with a myriad of thoughts and ideas.

Dad had lost his company; grandma had passed away; dad had grey hair overnight and disappeared. She lost everything because of Jacob and his son. The deepest hurt came from people's venom rather than the fact that she lost the company...

Lola sat on the sofa in the balcony sadly and looked at Dreles by night outside, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to be strong. But everything happened all of a sudden. How could she be strong?

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