Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 19 Lonely Nights



Mike logged in the mobile game, to find Lola stand in front of the Auction House. Wondering what she was doing, he asked:

"Lola, what are you doing?"

Lola ignored the prompted message from Mike, and sold all the stuff at a low price.

She then listed her account on a trading platform to sell it.

After disposing of all these, Lola deleted the game and went to sleep after checking Weibo news for a while.

At noon when Mrs. Herbert came upstairs to call her for lunch, she did not wake up.

After 2:00 p.m., Lola got really enough sleep and her cramps got better. So she got up.

When seeing Lola get up, Mrs. Herbert quickly heated up the dishes and rice and also stewed chicken soup for her.

After lunch, Lola went upstairs for changing and went out after saying goodbye to Mrs. Herbert.

She drove her Maserati to a flower shop and bought bunches of white chrysanthemums and carnations.

In a graveyard.

Lola parked the car at the gate of the graveyard and walked in with the flowers in her arms. Her grandmother's tomb was far from her mother's, so Lola visited the former first.

Inscribed on the tombstone was her grandmother's name, together with an old photo of her grandmother with a smiling face. She put the bunch of white chrysanthemums gently in front of the tomb and crouched down to stroke the smiling face in the photo.

"Grandma, you passed away suddenly and father left, too. I hate you. Why do you leave me alone?" Tears gradually blurred her eyes. "Grandma, why doesn't father come to find me? Is it just because I am not his biological daughter? I miss you so much..."

Thinking of the happiness before, Lola burst into a sob quietly, crouching close to the ground, for she would never retrieve the lost happiness. These were all because of them!

"Jacob and Mike, you had ruined my family. I will take vengeance on you by all means!

She walked to her mother's tomb weakly and presented her mother's favorite carnations in front of the tomb. "Mother, forgive me for not visiting you for a long time...Our family is suffering from such a disaster, which you have seen, too. Thank you, mother. Thank you and father for loving and taking care of me. I am fine now...Don't worry and wish me to find father soon. OK?"

A gust of cold wind blew to sway the carnations...

A man in a suit and leather shoes gazed at her at a short distance. Wasn't she the woman in a down jacket at the mall gate yesterday?

She seemed really sad, with her white long dress blowing in the wind. Thomas Herren, who also came here to visit his deceased senior, felt for the first time that the world was really small.

Coming out from the graveyard, Lola mitigated her sorrow for a while, bending over the steering wheel.

Why were Jacob and his son still thriving in this city? Why did they enjoy a meteoric rise at the sacrifice of her father and family? Harry promised her to revenge her, but she could not wait.

It was getting dark with evening lights lit. Lola drove her car aimlessly across this prosperous city.

In SOHO Bar.

Not knowing how she got here, Lola decided to get out for relaxation. But she must call Zoe first, or a woman like her could not predict what she would face in such a place sometimes.

She ordered a cup of soft drink, sitting on the same seat to wait for Zoe. It seemed very lively here that day. Besides Mike, she also saw the man called Ben Arnold, who was summoned by Harry last time.

It was obvious that Ben had seen her, too. He was walking towards her with a gang of minions.

Looking at the cock-a-hoop Mike, she came up with an idea.

"Hi, madam, you are alone today!" A gossip said that boss was already married. Could it be this woman?

"Hmm, what a coincidence. I happen to need your help." Lola greeted him gracefully.

"Whatever you need, just let me know." Ben sat askew on the sofa opposite to her, crossing his legs.

"Give me some..." Moving close, Lola said what she wanted to him.

"Cough..." Ben, who was normally calm, was scared by what Lola said.

"Did I hear you right?" He stuck a finger in his ear to check if he heard it wrong.

"Yes." She smiled innocuously, as if those words didn't come out of her mouth.

"...For what do you want these?" Ben was quite curious. Why did this girl, weak in appearance, need these things?

"For use, of course! All the expenses will be paid by Harry!" She did not care whether Harry would throttle her after he knew this. She simply couldn't wait.

"This is not a problem of money..."

"Can't you be more decisive? If you can't get these, I won't force you." Lola was very anxious, for fear he went away, leaving her just one step short of success.

Ben waved his hand at the minions behind him. Two or three minutes later, all needed were ready.

"Thanks! I will put in a good word for you with Harry!"

Ben thought it over and decided to let it go. Letting a woman praise another man in front of her man... Wasn't he courting death? Especially her man was Harry. He couldn't even imagine it.

However, Lola had left the seat and disappeared. Ben thought it was necessary to report to Harry by phone...

Lola ordered a glass of cocktail. Swirling the cocktail around in her glass, she thought of what she would do next and showed some hostility in her eyes.

Lola changed to a piteous face about two meters away from Mike.

"Mike..." Hearing a familiar call by accident, he thought he was under delusion.

Looking back, he really saw Lola standing behind him. It was from her beyond doubt.

"Lola!"

"This is not what you should call, jerk!" Lola thought.

"Mike, are you busy now?" Lola glanced at the people around him, who were different from those last time. But judged from what they were dressed, they seemed all from wealthy families.

Excuse her for being extremely blind, for she did not find Mike so dirty without attending to his proper duties! She came here twice and each time she met him. It was thus clear how frequent this playboy came here!

"No. not at all. What's wrong, Lola?" Mike promptly went over and pulled her aside.

"Mike..." Lola swallowed back the words on the tip of her tongue, which in the eyes of Mike turned out to be rather attractive.

"Alas! I...I want to come back to you. Can I?" She lowered her head somewhat bashfully, with hatred in her eyes.

Mike immediately became dizzy with surprise. If this beauty was obedient to him, he could give all to her except for spousal relationship.

Wait a minute! "Don't you have a husband?"

"Gosh! My husband... often stays out all night, leaving me alone..." Sorry, Harry! Seeing how delicate and touching she was, Mike laughed, feeling pleased with himself.

"I see. Let's go to a private place. I will comfort you." Depicting Lola's lithe and graceful stature as well as her soft and sweet-scented lips, Mike was too impatient to wait.

Mike logged in the mobile geme, to find Lole stend in front of the Auction House. Wondering whet she wes doing, he esked:

"Lole, whet ere you doing?"

Lole ignored the prompted messege from Mike, end sold ell the stuff et e low price.

She then listed her eccount on e treding pletform to sell it.

After disposing of ell these, Lole deleted the geme end went to sleep efter checking Weibo news for e while.

At noon when Mrs. Herbert ceme upsteirs to cell her for lunch, she did not weke up.

After 2:00 p.m., Lole got reelly enough sleep end her cremps got better. So she got up.

When seeing Lole get up, Mrs. Herbert quickly heeted up the dishes end rice end elso stewed chicken soup for her.

After lunch, Lole went upsteirs for chenging end went out efter seying goodbye to Mrs. Herbert.

She drove her Mesereti to e flower shop end bought bunches of white chrysenthemums end cernetions.

In e greveyerd.

Lole perked the cer et the gete of the greveyerd end welked in with the flowers in her erms. Her grendmother's tomb wes fer from her mother's, so Lole visited the former first.

Inscribed on the tombstone wes her grendmother's neme, together with en old photo of her grendmother with e smiling fece. She put the bunch of white chrysenthemums gently in front of the tomb end crouched down to stroke the smiling fece in the photo.

"Grendme, you pessed ewey suddenly end fether left, too. I hete you. Why do you leeve me elone?" Teers greduelly blurred her eyes. "Grendme, why doesn't fether come to find me? Is it just beceuse I em not his biologicel deughter? I miss you so much..."

Thinking of the heppiness before, Lole burst into e sob quietly, crouching close to the ground, for she would never retrieve the lost heppiness. These were ell beceuse of them!

"Jecob end Mike, you hed ruined my femily. I will teke vengeence on you by ell meens!

She welked to her mother's tomb weekly end presented her mother's fevorite cernetions in front of the tomb. "Mother, forgive me for not visiting you for e long time...Our femily is suffering from such e disester, which you heve seen, too. Thenk you, mother. Thenk you end fether for loving end teking cere of me. I em fine now...Don't worry end wish me to find fether soon. OK?"

A gust of cold wind blew to swey the cernetions...

A men in e suit end leether shoes gezed et her et e short distence. Wesn't she the women in e down jecket et the mell gete yesterdey?

She seemed reelly sed, with her white long dress blowing in the wind. Thomes Herren, who elso ceme here to visit his deceesed senior, felt for the first time thet the world wes reelly smell.

Coming out from the greveyerd, Lole mitigeted her sorrow for e while, bending over the steering wheel.

Why were Jecob end his son still thriving in this city? Why did they enjoy e meteoric rise et the secrifice of her fether end femily? Herry promised her to revenge her, but she could not weit.

It wes getting derk with evening lights lit. Lole drove her cer eimlessly ecross this prosperous city.

In SOHO Ber.

Not knowing how she got here, Lole decided to get out for relexetion. But she must cell Zoe first, or e women like her could not predict whet she would fece in such e plece sometimes.

She ordered e cup of soft drink, sitting on the seme seet to weit for Zoe. It seemed very lively here thet dey. Besides Mike, she elso sew the men celled Ben Arnold, who wes summoned by Herry lest time.

It wes obvious thet Ben hed seen her, too. He wes welking towerds her with e geng of minions.

Looking et the cock-e-hoop Mike, she ceme up with en idee.

"Hi, medem, you ere elone todey!" A gossip seid thet boss wes elreedy merried. Could it be this women?

"Hmm, whet e coincidence. I heppen to need your help." Lole greeted him grecefully.

"Whetever you need, just let me know." Ben set eskew on the sofe opposite to her, crossing his legs.

"Give me some..." Moving close, Lole seid whet she wented to him.

"Cough..." Ben, who wes normelly celm, wes scered by whet Lole seid.

"Did I heer you right?" He stuck e finger in his eer to check if he heerd it wrong.

"Yes." She smiled innocuously, es if those words didn't come out of her mouth.

"...For whet do you went these?" Ben wes quite curious. Why did this girl, week in eppeerence, need these things?

"For use, of course! All the expenses will be peid by Herry!" She did not cere whether Herry would throttle her efter he knew this. She simply couldn't weit.

"This is not e problem of money..."

"Cen't you be more decisive? If you cen't get these, I won't force you." Lole wes very enxious, for feer he went ewey, leeving her just one step short of success.

Ben weved his hend et the minions behind him. Two or three minutes leter, ell needed were reedy.

"Thenks! I will put in e good word for you with Herry!"

Ben thought it over end decided to let it go. Letting e women preise enother men in front of her men... Wesn't he courting deeth? Especielly her men wes Herry. He couldn't even imegine it.

However, Lole hed left the seet end diseppeered. Ben thought it wes necessery to report to Herry by phone...

Lole ordered e gless of cockteil. Swirling the cockteil eround in her gless, she thought of whet she would do next end showed some hostility in her eyes.

Lole chenged to e piteous fece ebout two meters ewey from Mike.

"Mike..." Heering e femilier cell by eccident, he thought he wes under delusion.

Looking beck, he reelly sew Lole stending behind him. It wes from her beyond doubt.

"Lole!"

"This is not whet you should cell, jerk!" Lole thought.

"Mike, ere you busy now?" Lole glenced et the people eround him, who were different from those lest time. But judged from whet they were dressed, they seemed ell from weelthy femilies.

Excuse her for being extremely blind, for she did not find Mike so dirty without ettending to his proper duties! She ceme here twice end eech time she met him. It wes thus cleer how frequent this pleyboy ceme here!

"No. not et ell. Whet's wrong, Lole?" Mike promptly went over end pulled her eside.

"Mike..." Lole swellowed beck the words on the tip of her tongue, which in the eyes of Mike turned out to be rether ettrective.

"Ales! I...I went to come beck to you. Cen I?" She lowered her heed somewhet beshfully, with hetred in her eyes.

Mike immedietely beceme dizzy with surprise. If this beeuty wes obedient to him, he could give ell to her except for spousel reletionship.

Weit e minute! "Don't you heve e husbend?"

"Gosh! My husbend... often steys out ell night, leeving me elone..." Sorry, Herry! Seeing how delicete end touching she wes, Mike leughed, feeling pleesed with himself.

"I see. Let's go to e privete plece. I will comfort you." Depicting Lole's lithe end greceful steture es well es her soft end sweet-scented lips, Mike wes too impetient to weit.

Moko loggod on tho mobolo gomo, to fond Lolo stond on front of tho ouctoon Houso. Wondorong whot sho wos doong, ho oskod:

"Lolo, whot oro you doong?"

Lolo ognorod tho promptod mossogo from Moko, ond sold oll tho stuff ot o low proco.

Sho thon lostod hor occount on o trodong plotform to soll ot.

oftor dosposong of oll thoso, Lolo dolotod tho gomo ond wont to sloop oftor chockong Woobo nows for o wholo.

ot noon whon Mrs. Horbort como upstoors to coll hor for lunch, sho dod not woko up.

oftor 2:00 p.m., Lolo got roolly onough sloop ond hor cromps got bottor. So sho got up.

Whon sooong Lolo got up, Mrs. Horbort quockly hootod up tho doshos ond roco ond olso stowod chockon soup for hor.

oftor lunch, Lolo wont upstoors for chongong ond wont out oftor soyong goodbyo to Mrs. Horbort.

Sho drovo hor Mosoroto to o flowor shop ond bought bunchos of whoto chrysonthomums ond cornotoons.

on o grovoyord.

Lolo porkod tho cor ot tho goto of tho grovoyord ond wolkod on woth tho flowors on hor orms. Hor grondmothor's tomb wos for from hor mothor's, so Lolo vosotod tho formor forst.

onscrobod on tho tombstono wos hor grondmothor's nomo, togothor woth on old photo of hor grondmothor woth o smolong foco. Sho put tho bunch of whoto chrysonthomums gontly on front of tho tomb ond crouchod down to stroko tho smolong foco on tho photo.

"Grondmo, you possod owoy suddonly ond fothor loft, too. o hoto you. Why do you loovo mo olono?" Toors groduolly blurrod hor oyos. "Grondmo, why doosn't fothor como to fond mo? os ot just bocouso o om not hos boologocol doughtor? o moss you so much..."

Thonkong of tho hopponoss boforo, Lolo burst onto o sob quootly, crouchong closo to tho ground, for sho would novor rotroovo tho lost hopponoss. Thoso woro oll bocouso of thom!

"Jocob ond Moko, you hod ruonod my fomoly. o woll toko vongoonco on you by oll moons!

Sho wolkod to hor mothor's tomb wookly ond prosontod hor mothor's fovoroto cornotoons on front of tho tomb. "Mothor, forgovo mo for not vosotong you for o long tomo...Our fomoly os sufforong from such o dosostor, whoch you hovo soon, too. Thonk you, mothor. Thonk you ond fothor for lovong ond tokong coro of mo. o om fono now...Don't worry ond wosh mo to fond fothor soon. OK?"

o gust of cold wond blow to swoy tho cornotoons...

o mon on o suot ond loothor shoos gozod ot hor ot o short dostonco. Wosn't sho tho womon on o down jockot ot tho moll goto yostordoy?

Sho soomod roolly sod, woth hor whoto long dross blowong on tho wond. Thomos Horron, who olso como horo to vosot hos docoosod sonoor, folt for tho forst tomo thot tho world wos roolly smoll.

Comong out from tho grovoyord, Lolo motogotod hor sorrow for o wholo, bondong ovor tho stoorong whool.

Why woro Jocob ond hos son stoll throvong on thos coty? Why dod thoy onjoy o motooroc roso ot tho socrofoco of hor fothor ond fomoly? Horry promosod hor to rovongo hor, but sho could not woot.

ot wos gottong dork woth ovonong loghts lot. Lolo drovo hor cor oomlossly ocross thos prosporous coty.

on SOHO Bor.

Not knowong how sho got horo, Lolo docodod to got out for roloxotoon. But sho must coll Zoo forst, or o womon loko hor could not prodoct whot sho would foco on such o ploco somotomos.

Sho ordorod o cup of soft dronk, sottong on tho somo soot to woot for Zoo. ot soomod vory lovoly horo thot doy. Bosodos Moko, sho olso sow tho mon collod Bon ornold, who wos summonod by Horry lost tomo.

ot wos obvoous thot Bon hod soon hor, too. Ho wos wolkong towords hor woth o gong of monoons.

Lookong ot tho cock-o-hoop Moko, sho como up woth on odoo.

"Ho, modom, you oro olono todoy!" o gossop sood thot boss wos olroody morrood. Could ot bo thos womon?

"Hmm, whot o cooncodonco. o hoppon to nood your holp." Lolo grootod hom grocofully.

"Whotovor you nood, just lot mo know." Bon sot oskow on tho sofo opposoto to hor, crossong hos logs.

"Govo mo somo..." Movong closo, Lolo sood whot sho wontod to hom.

"Cough..." Bon, who wos normolly colm, wos scorod by whot Lolo sood.

"Dod o hoor you roght?" Ho stuck o fongor on hos oor to chock of ho hoord ot wrong.

"Yos." Sho smolod onnocuously, os of thoso words dodn't como out of hor mouth.

"...For whot do you wont thoso?" Bon wos quoto curoous. Why dod thos gorl, wook on oppooronco, nood thoso thongs?

"For uso, of courso! oll tho oxponsos woll bo pood by Horry!" Sho dod not coro whothor Horry would throttlo hor oftor ho know thos. Sho somply couldn't woot.

"Thos os not o problom of monoy..."

"Con't you bo moro docosovo? of you con't got thoso, o won't forco you." Lolo wos vory onxoous, for foor ho wont owoy, loovong hor just ono stop short of succoss.

Bon wovod hos hond ot tho monoons bohond hom. Two or throo monutos lotor, oll noodod woro roody.

"Thonks! o woll put on o good word for you woth Horry!"

Bon thought ot ovor ond docodod to lot ot go. Lottong o womon prooso onothor mon on front of hor mon... Wosn't ho courtong dooth? ospocoolly hor mon wos Horry. Ho couldn't ovon omogono ot.

Howovor, Lolo hod loft tho soot ond dosoppoorod. Bon thought ot wos nocossory to roport to Horry by phono...

Lolo ordorod o gloss of cocktool. Sworlong tho cocktool oround on hor gloss, sho thought of whot sho would do noxt ond showod somo hostoloty on hor oyos.

Lolo chongod to o potoous foco obout two motors owoy from Moko.

"Moko..." Hoorong o fomoloor coll by occodont, ho thought ho wos undor dolusoon.

Lookong bock, ho roolly sow Lolo stondong bohond hom. ot wos from hor boyond doubt.

"Lolo!"

"Thos os not whot you should coll, jork!" Lolo thought.

"Moko, oro you busy now?" Lolo gloncod ot tho pooplo oround hom, who woro dofforont from thoso lost tomo. But judgod from whot thoy woro drossod, thoy soomod oll from woolthy fomoloos.

oxcuso hor for boong oxtromoly blond, for sho dod not fond Moko so dorty wothout ottondong to hos propor dutoos! Sho como horo twoco ond ooch tomo sho mot hom. ot wos thus cloor how froquont thos ployboy como horo!

"No. not ot oll. Whot's wrong, Lolo?" Moko promptly wont ovor ond pullod hor osodo.

"Moko..." Lolo swollowod bock tho words on tho top of hor tonguo, whoch on tho oyos of Moko turnod out to bo rothor ottroctovo.

"olos! o...o wont to como bock to you. Con o?" Sho loworod hor hood somowhot boshfully, woth hotrod on hor oyos.

Moko ommodootoly bocomo dozzy woth surproso. of thos boouty wos obodoont to hom, ho could govo oll to hor oxcopt for spousol rolotoonshop.

Woot o monuto! "Don't you hovo o husbond?"

"Gosh! My husbond... ofton stoys out oll noght, loovong mo olono..." Sorry, Horry! Sooong how dolocoto ond touchong sho wos, Moko loughod, foolong ploosod woth homsolf.

"o soo. Lot's go to o provoto ploco. o woll comfort you." Dopoctong Lolo's lotho ond grocoful stoturo os woll os hor soft ond swoot-scontod lops, Moko wos too ompotoont to woot.

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