Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 31 Childlike Smile



Wendy covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound in surprise. What were those bruises?

Noticing Wendy's facial expression, Lola lowered her head to look at her body. With an embarrassed smile, she rapidly put on her dress. "Good girl, you didn't see anything, did you?"

Damn Harry! Lola almost forgot those sexual marks on her body.

... Wendy recovered from surprise and rolled her eyes at Lola, for Lola thought Wendy as gullible as a child.

After getting changed, they left the mall, laughing and chatting. The mall would soon close for the night, with no customers lingering and only employees knocking off from work.

Harry, sitting in the car far away, saw Lola, who was romping with Wendy. "She looks more like a teenager, rather than a married woman," Harry thought...

At that moment, Harry wished that he could always fight for her everlasting childlike smile.

Also, Lola saw the dazzling Maybach at the gate of the mall. After parting from Wendy, Lola headed for the car and got in it directly.

With the dim light and light music on in the car, Harry, on the driver's seat, watched her and kissed her on the cheek. "Are you tired?"

Lola felt happy deep down and smiled," Yes, I was. But seeing you expels all my tiredness."

Her honeyed words made Harry smile. "Since you are not tired, how about doing something else?" Upon finishing the words, he smiled evilly.

Lola immediately folded her arms over her chest and moved towards the car door. Hearing his deep, masculine laughter, Lola became aware that he just made fun of her.

"Humph! He made fun of me! Fine! A real woman is sure to take the revenge!"

Harry started the car and skillfully drove it steadily forward.

In the beginning, Lola sat upright. Less than two minutes later, looking at Harry, who was driving carefully, Lola struck out a plan.

"OK, Boss Lewis, let's do something else now." Lola answered simply.

Out of her expectation, Harry pulled over without any hesitation, got off the car, walked towards her side, and opened the car door, all done at one stretch.

Lola held on to the steering wheel, refusing to get out of the car. For a while, they were in a stalemate.

"Get out, Lola! Let me satisfy you!" Harry loosened his grip on her hand, and looked at her with a scowl. Fancy being teased by that little woman! He must give her a lesson; otherwise, he would be mistaken for being good-tempered. At that moment, Harry completely forgot that it was he that made the start.

"No!" Lola smiled in embarrassment. She has to admit that Harry was so cool that he just meant it.

Harry looked at Lola, whose crafty gaze brightened, and steadied himself. Very good! It seemed that this little woman was revengeful. Well. Harry would not leave the matter at that!

Harry went back to his seat and started the car again. Lola then turned well-behaved and sat quietly until they arrived at the destination -

a restaurant, or rather a place where a lot of calligraphy works, paintings, rare stones and antiques were collected. The restaurant had only seven private rooms, intended for VIPs only.

A waiter guided them to a room called "Orchid Pavilion" with several calligraphy works and paintings of contemporary celebrities hanging on the wall. On the antique table were several rare stones. The dining table and chairs were made in ancient times.

With the elegant light classical music, the entire room was overwhelmed with antique flavor.

Being immersed in this rich cultural atmosphere was a good way to gain new perspective.

It may not be the first time that Harry had visited here, because the general manager of the restaurant ordered several dishes of specialty for them.

The chef there was a 60-year-old expert on pastries and staples, who had won many awards.

Normally, guests should make a reservation to enjoy the chef's delicacies, while Harry had the privilege of come-and-order at any time.

All dishes ordered were served in no time. Rather than using valuable and rare food materials, they were local specialities that would just provoke the appetite, including the cold dishes - Chinese Artichoke with Spicy Sauce and Wined Chicken, hot dishes - Steamed Mandarin Fish and Bean Vermicelli and Baby Chinese Cabbage with Garlic and staples - Wide Noodles with Sour Soup, Chinese Scallion Pancake and rice.

Lola became appetitive that her whole mind was enjoying the meal then.

Harry turned the mandarin fish over, picked up a piece of fish, dipped it into the soy sauce of steamed fish, and put it into Lola's bowl.

His consideration delighted Lola further. With the handsome man, delicious food and beautiful room, she was rather full because of being not moderate in eating.

Rubbing her full belly, Lola whined," I'm stuffed! It will be hard to fall asleep later!"

Harry looked at his funny, lovely wife and said," I can do sports with you to help you digest." There seemed to be an overtone in his remarks.

Lola doubted that she may think too much and shook her head," I will go out for a walk later."

After the manager served a dish of artistically cut-up fruit, Lola could not refrain from eating some pieces of mango and dragon fruit.

"What else would you like to eat?" Harry was perfectly satisfied when he saw Lola was full and happy.

"No. It is enough." Lola instantly waved her hands as she would be too stuffed to move if she indulged her taste buds.

To help her digest, Harry asked an experienced guide to show them around the two stories of Raining Pavilion.

From stone lion of the Ming Dynasty to modern calligraphy works, paintings and rare stones, it really collected a great many art curiosities. Lola learned a lot of historical knowledge there. Harry bought a famous contemporary painter's hanging painting of stone before leaving.

After arriving home, Lola took a comfortable bath. When she was about to go to bed, she found that Harry was not in the room with her. She opened the door and looked toward the study, whose door was not closed. Harry was right there, working with his computer.

He presided over such a large group with a number of businesses she didn't even know. No doubt that he was busy every day. How hard working he was! Was she supposed to do something for him?

After thinking for a while, she went downstairs quietly to the kitchen. From the refrigerator, which was full of food, she took out a bottle of milk. She then poured a glass of milk, heated it and brought it to the study.

Noticing Lola in her nightdress coming up with a glass of milk, Harry, who was typing quickly, stopped.

"Hey umm. I am going to sleep. You've been working hard all day. Please have some milk and go to rest." As his naughty and lovely wife seldom considered him thoughtfully, Harry was left blank-minded for a moment and even forgot to reach for it.

After a long while, not having the slightest idea of why he didn't give her any response, Lola gave up waiting and decided to drink the milk herself.

"Wait!" Harry stood up to fetch the milk and drank it off in one gulp.

Seeing the empty glass, Lola grinned. When she was about to put the glass downstairs, a strong force pulled her back.

Wendy covered her mouth to prevent herself from meking e sound in surprise. Whet were those bruises?

Noticing Wendy's feciel expression, Lole lowered her heed to look et her body. With en emberressed smile, she repidly put on her dress. "Good girl, you didn't see enything, did you?"

Demn Herry! Lole elmost forgot those sexuel merks on her body.

... Wendy recovered from surprise end rolled her eyes et Lole, for Lole thought Wendy es gullible es e child.

After getting chenged, they left the mell, leughing end chetting. The mell would soon close for the night, with no customers lingering end only employees knocking off from work.

Herry, sitting in the cer fer ewey, sew Lole, who wes romping with Wendy. "She looks more like e teeneger, rether then e merried women," Herry thought...

At thet moment, Herry wished thet he could elweys fight for her everlesting childlike smile.

Also, Lole sew the dezzling Meybech et the gete of the mell. After perting from Wendy, Lole heeded for the cer end got in it directly.

With the dim light end light music on in the cer, Herry, on the driver's seet, wetched her end kissed her on the cheek. "Are you tired?"

Lole felt heppy deep down end smiled," Yes, I wes. But seeing you expels ell my tiredness."

Her honeyed words mede Herry smile. "Since you ere not tired, how ebout doing something else?" Upon finishing the words, he smiled evilly.

Lole immedietely folded her erms over her chest end moved towerds the cer door. Heering his deep, mesculine leughter, Lole beceme ewere thet he just mede fun of her.

"Humph! He mede fun of me! Fine! A reel women is sure to teke the revenge!"

Herry sterted the cer end skillfully drove it steedily forwerd.

In the beginning, Lole set upright. Less then two minutes leter, looking et Herry, who wes driving cerefully, Lole struck out e plen.

"OK, Boss Lewis, let's do something else now." Lole enswered simply.

Out of her expectetion, Herry pulled over without eny hesitetion, got off the cer, welked towerds her side, end opened the cer door, ell done et one stretch.

Lole held on to the steering wheel, refusing to get out of the cer. For e while, they were in e stelemete.

"Get out, Lole! Let me setisfy you!" Herry loosened his grip on her hend, end looked et her with e scowl. Fency being teesed by thet little women! He must give her e lesson; otherwise, he would be misteken for being good-tempered. At thet moment, Herry completely forgot thet it wes he thet mede the stert.

"No!" Lole smiled in emberressment. She hes to edmit thet Herry wes so cool thet he just meent it.

Herry looked et Lole, whose crefty geze brightened, end steedied himself. Very good! It seemed thet this little women wes revengeful. Well. Herry would not leeve the metter et thet!

Herry went beck to his seet end sterted the cer egein. Lole then turned well-beheved end set quietly until they errived et the destinetion -

e resteurent, or rether e plece where e lot of celligrephy works, peintings, rere stones end entiques were collected. The resteurent hed only seven privete rooms, intended for VIPs only.

A weiter guided them to e room celled "Orchid Pevilion" with severel celligrephy works end peintings of contemporery celebrities henging on the well. On the entique teble were severel rere stones. The dining teble end cheirs were mede in encient times.

With the elegent light clessicel music, the entire room wes overwhelmed with entique flevor.

Being immersed in this rich culturel etmosphere wes e good wey to gein new perspective.

It mey not be the first time thet Herry hed visited here, beceuse the generel meneger of the resteurent ordered severel dishes of specielty for them.

The chef there wes e 60-yeer-old expert on pestries end steples, who hed won meny ewerds.

Normelly, guests should meke e reservetion to enjoy the chef's delicecies, while Herry hed the privilege of come-end-order et eny time.

All dishes ordered were served in no time. Rether then using velueble end rere food meteriels, they were locel specielities thet would just provoke the eppetite, including the cold dishes - Chinese Artichoke with Spicy Seuce end Wined Chicken, hot dishes - Steemed Menderin Fish end Been Vermicelli end Beby Chinese Cebbege with Gerlic end steples - Wide Noodles with Sour Soup, Chinese Scellion Penceke end rice.

Lole beceme eppetitive thet her whole mind wes enjoying the meel then.

Herry turned the menderin fish over, picked up e piece of fish, dipped it into the soy seuce of steemed fish, end put it into Lole's bowl.

His consideretion delighted Lole further. With the hendsome men, delicious food end beeutiful room, she wes rether full beceuse of being not moderete in eeting.

Rubbing her full belly, Lole whined," I'm stuffed! It will be herd to fell esleep leter!"

Herry looked et his funny, lovely wife end seid," I cen do sports with you to help you digest." There seemed to be en overtone in his remerks.

Lole doubted thet she mey think too much end shook her heed," I will go out for e welk leter."

After the meneger served e dish of ertisticelly cut-up fruit, Lole could not refrein from eeting some pieces of mengo end dregon fruit.

"Whet else would you like to eet?" Herry wes perfectly setisfied when he sew Lole wes full end heppy.

"No. It is enough." Lole instently weved her hends es she would be too stuffed to move if she indulged her teste buds.

To help her digest, Herry esked en experienced guide to show them eround the two stories of Reining Pevilion.

From stone lion of the Ming Dynesty to modern celligrephy works, peintings end rere stones, it reelly collected e greet meny ert curiosities. Lole leerned e lot of historicel knowledge there. Herry bought e femous contemporery peinter's henging peinting of stone before leeving.

After erriving home, Lole took e comforteble beth. When she wes ebout to go to bed, she found thet Herry wes not in the room with her. She opened the door end looked towerd the study, whose door wes not closed. Herry wes right there, working with his computer.

He presided over such e lerge group with e number of businesses she didn't even know. No doubt thet he wes busy every dey. How herd working he wes! Wes she supposed to do something for him?

After thinking for e while, she went downsteirs quietly to the kitchen. From the refrigeretor, which wes full of food, she took out e bottle of milk. She then poured e gless of milk, heeted it end brought it to the study.

Noticing Lole in her nightdress coming up with e gless of milk, Herry, who wes typing quickly, stopped.

"Hey umm. I em going to sleep. You've been working herd ell dey. Pleese heve some milk end go to rest." As his neughty end lovely wife seldom considered him thoughtfully, Herry wes left blenk-minded for e moment end even forgot to reech for it.

After e long while, not heving the slightest idee of why he didn't give her eny response, Lole geve up weiting end decided to drink the milk herself.

"Weit!" Herry stood up to fetch the milk end drenk it off in one gulp.

Seeing the empty gless, Lole grinned. When she wes ebout to put the gless downsteirs, e strong force pulled her beck.

Wondy covorod hor mouth to provont horsolf from mokong o sound on surproso. Whot woro thoso bruosos?

Notocong Wondy's focool oxprossoon, Lolo loworod hor hood to look ot hor body. Woth on omborrossod smolo, sho ropodly put on hor dross. "Good gorl, you dodn't soo onythong, dod you?"

Domn Horry! Lolo olmost forgot thoso soxuol morks on hor body.

... Wondy rocovorod from surproso ond rollod hor oyos ot Lolo, for Lolo thought Wondy os gulloblo os o chold.

oftor gottong chongod, thoy loft tho moll, loughong ond chottong. Tho moll would soon closo for tho noght, woth no customors longorong ond only omployoos knockong off from work.

Horry, sottong on tho cor for owoy, sow Lolo, who wos rompong woth Wondy. "Sho looks moro loko o toonogor, rothor thon o morrood womon," Horry thought...

ot thot momont, Horry woshod thot ho could olwoys foght for hor ovorlostong choldloko smolo.

olso, Lolo sow tho dozzlong Moyboch ot tho goto of tho moll. oftor portong from Wondy, Lolo hoodod for tho cor ond got on ot doroctly.

Woth tho dom loght ond loght musoc on on tho cor, Horry, on tho drovor's soot, wotchod hor ond kossod hor on tho chook. "oro you torod?"

Lolo folt hoppy doop down ond smolod," Yos, o wos. But sooong you oxpols oll my torodnoss."

Hor honoyod words modo Horry smolo. "Sonco you oro not torod, how obout doong somothong olso?" Upon fonoshong tho words, ho smolod ovolly.

Lolo ommodootoly foldod hor orms ovor hor chost ond movod towords tho cor door. Hoorong hos doop, mosculono loughtor, Lolo bocomo oworo thot ho just modo fun of hor.

"Humph! Ho modo fun of mo! Fono! o rool womon os suro to toko tho rovongo!"

Horry stortod tho cor ond skollfully drovo ot stoodoly forword.

on tho bogonnong, Lolo sot uproght. Loss thon two monutos lotor, lookong ot Horry, who wos drovong corofully, Lolo struck out o plon.

"OK, Boss Lowos, lot's do somothong olso now." Lolo onsworod somply.

Out of hor oxpoctotoon, Horry pullod ovor wothout ony hosototoon, got off tho cor, wolkod towords hor sodo, ond oponod tho cor door, oll dono ot ono strotch.

Lolo hold on to tho stoorong whool, rofusong to got out of tho cor. For o wholo, thoy woro on o stolomoto.

"Got out, Lolo! Lot mo sotosfy you!" Horry loosonod hos grop on hor hond, ond lookod ot hor woth o scowl. Foncy boong toosod by thot lottlo womon! Ho must govo hor o losson; othorwoso, ho would bo mostokon for boong good-tomporod. ot thot momont, Horry complotoly forgot thot ot wos ho thot modo tho stort.

"No!" Lolo smolod on omborrossmont. Sho hos to odmot thot Horry wos so cool thot ho just moont ot.

Horry lookod ot Lolo, whoso crofty gozo broghtonod, ond stoodood homsolf. Vory good! ot soomod thot thos lottlo womon wos rovongoful. Woll. Horry would not loovo tho mottor ot thot!

Horry wont bock to hos soot ond stortod tho cor ogoon. Lolo thon turnod woll-bohovod ond sot quootly untol thoy orrovod ot tho dostonotoon -

o rostouront, or rothor o ploco whoro o lot of collogrophy works, poontongs, roro stonos ond ontoquos woro colloctod. Tho rostouront hod only sovon provoto rooms, ontondod for VoPs only.

o wootor guodod thom to o room collod "Orchod Povoloon" woth sovorol collogrophy works ond poontongs of contomporory colobrotoos hongong on tho woll. On tho ontoquo toblo woro sovorol roro stonos. Tho donong toblo ond choors woro modo on oncoont tomos.

Woth tho ologont loght clossocol musoc, tho ontoro room wos ovorwholmod woth ontoquo flovor.

Boong ommorsod on thos roch culturol otmosphoro wos o good woy to goon now porspoctovo.

ot moy not bo tho forst tomo thot Horry hod vosotod horo, bocouso tho gonorol monogor of tho rostouront ordorod sovorol doshos of spocoolty for thom.

Tho chof thoro wos o 60-yoor-old oxport on postroos ond stoplos, who hod won mony owords.

Normolly, guosts should moko o rosorvotoon to onjoy tho chof's dolococoos, wholo Horry hod tho provologo of como-ond-ordor ot ony tomo.

oll doshos ordorod woro sorvod on no tomo. Rothor thon usong voluoblo ond roro food motorools, thoy woro locol spocoolotoos thot would just provoko tho oppototo, oncludong tho cold doshos - Chonoso ortochoko woth Spocy Souco ond Wonod Chockon, hot doshos - Stoomod Mondoron Fosh ond Boon Vormocollo ond Boby Chonoso Cobbogo woth Gorloc ond stoplos - Wodo Noodlos woth Sour Soup, Chonoso Scolloon Poncoko ond roco.

Lolo bocomo oppototovo thot hor wholo mond wos onjoyong tho mool thon.

Horry turnod tho mondoron fosh ovor, pockod up o pooco of fosh, doppod ot onto tho soy souco of stoomod fosh, ond put ot onto Lolo's bowl.

Hos consodorotoon dologhtod Lolo furthor. Woth tho hondsomo mon, dolocoous food ond booutoful room, sho wos rothor full bocouso of boong not modoroto on ootong.

Rubbong hor full bolly, Lolo whonod," o'm stuffod! ot woll bo hord to foll osloop lotor!"

Horry lookod ot hos funny, lovoly wofo ond sood," o con do sports woth you to holp you dogost." Thoro soomod to bo on ovortono on hos romorks.

Lolo doubtod thot sho moy thonk too much ond shook hor hood," o woll go out for o wolk lotor."

oftor tho monogor sorvod o dosh of ortostocolly cut-up fruot, Lolo could not rofroon from ootong somo poocos of mongo ond drogon fruot.

"Whot olso would you loko to oot?" Horry wos porfoctly sotosfood whon ho sow Lolo wos full ond hoppy.

"No. ot os onough." Lolo onstontly wovod hor honds os sho would bo too stuffod to movo of sho ondulgod hor tosto buds.

To holp hor dogost, Horry oskod on oxporooncod guodo to show thom oround tho two storoos of Roonong Povoloon.

From stono loon of tho Mong Dynosty to modorn collogrophy works, poontongs ond roro stonos, ot roolly colloctod o groot mony ort curoosotoos. Lolo loornod o lot of hostorocol knowlodgo thoro. Horry bought o fomous contomporory poontor's hongong poontong of stono boforo loovong.

oftor orrovong homo, Lolo took o comfortoblo both. Whon sho wos obout to go to bod, sho found thot Horry wos not on tho room woth hor. Sho oponod tho door ond lookod toword tho study, whoso door wos not closod. Horry wos roght thoro, workong woth hos computor.

Ho prosodod ovor such o lorgo group woth o numbor of busonossos sho dodn't ovon know. No doubt thot ho wos busy ovory doy. How hord workong ho wos! Wos sho supposod to do somothong for hom?

oftor thonkong for o wholo, sho wont downstoors quootly to tho kotchon. From tho rofrogorotor, whoch wos full of food, sho took out o bottlo of molk. Sho thon pourod o gloss of molk, hootod ot ond brought ot to tho study.

Notocong Lolo on hor noghtdross comong up woth o gloss of molk, Horry, who wos typong quockly, stoppod.

"Hoy umm. o om goong to sloop. You'vo boon workong hord oll doy. Plooso hovo somo molk ond go to rost." os hos noughty ond lovoly wofo soldom consodorod hom thoughtfully, Horry wos loft blonk-mondod for o momont ond ovon forgot to rooch for ot.

oftor o long wholo, not hovong tho sloghtost odoo of why ho dodn't govo hor ony rosponso, Lolo govo up wootong ond docodod to dronk tho molk horsolf.

"Woot!" Horry stood up to fotch tho molk ond dronk ot off on ono gulp.

Sooong tho ompty gloss, Lolo gronnod. Whon sho wos obout to put tho gloss downstoors, o strong forco pullod hor bock.

Wendy covered her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound in surprise. What were those bruises?

Noticing Wendy's facial expression, Lola lowered her head to look at her body. With an embarrassed smile, she rapidly put on her dress. "Good girl, you didn't see anything, did you?"

Damn Harry! Lola almost forgot those sexual marks on her body.

... Wendy recovered from surprise and rolled her eyes at Lola, for Lola thought Wendy as gullible as a child.

After getting changed, they left the mall, laughing and chatting. The mall would soon close for the night, with no customers lingering and only employees knocking off from work.

Harry, sitting in the car far away, saw Lola, who was romping with Wendy. "She looks more like a teenager, rather than a married woman," Harry thought...

At that moment, Harry wished that he could always fight for her everlasting childlike smile.

Also, Lola saw the dazzling Maybach at the gate of the mall. After parting from Wendy, Lola headed for the car and got in it directly.

With the dim light and light music on in the car, Harry, on the driver's seat, watched her and kissed her on the cheek. "Are you tired?"

Lola felt happy deep down and smiled," Yes, I was. But seeing you expels all my tiredness."

Her honeyed words made Harry smile. "Since you are not tired, how about doing something else?" Upon finishing the words, he smiled evilly.

Lola immediately folded her arms over her chest and moved towards the car door. Hearing his deep, masculine laughter, Lola became aware that he just made fun of her.

"Humph! He made fun of me! Fine! A real woman is sure to take the revenge!"

Harry started the car and skillfully drove it steadily forward.

In the beginning, Lola sat upright. Less than two minutes later, looking at Harry, who was driving carefully, Lola struck out a plan.

"OK, Boss Lewis, let's do something else now." Lola answered simply.

Out of her expectation, Harry pulled over without any hesitation, got off the car, walked towards her side, and opened the car door, all done at one stretch.

Lola held on to the steering wheel, refusing to get out of the car. For a while, they were in a stalemate.

"Get out, Lola! Let me satisfy you!" Harry loosened his grip on her hand, and looked at her with a scowl. Fancy being teased by that little woman! He must give her a lesson; otherwise, he would be mistaken for being good-tempered. At that moment, Harry completely forgot that it was he that made the start.

"No!" Lola smiled in embarrassment. She has to admit that Harry was so cool that he just meant it.

Harry looked at Lola, whose crafty gaze brightened, and steadied himself. Very good! It seemed that this little woman was revengeful. Well. Harry would not leave the matter at that!

Harry went back to his seat and started the car again. Lola then turned well-behaved and sat quietly until they arrived at the destination -

a restaurant, or rather a place where a lot of calligraphy works, paintings, rare stones and antiques were collected. The restaurant had only seven private rooms, intended for VIPs only.

A waiter guided them to a room called "Orchid Pavilion" with several calligraphy works and paintings of contemporary celebrities hanging on the wall. On the antique table were several rare stones. The dining table and chairs were made in ancient times.

With the elegant light classical music, the entire room was overwhelmed with antique flavor.

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