Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 37 Seeing Harry’s Mother for the First Time



"I will come back to you next month for I am busy this month." Instead, he waited for three months.

"Harry, I am just meeting with a director. I will be fine." She turned a deaf ear to his persuasion. Consequently, she was drugged by the director. Even though the Morrison family had swayed the final verdict and sentenced the director to death, what had happened would never be changed.

"Harry, this award ceremony means a lot to me. I must be present!" However, she left for a long time, during which time she was even caught on camera hugging with other male celebrities.

...

These were all because of her so-called dream. Well, her dream had come true. She had become an international super star. But wasn't she even busier than before?

Feeling agitated, Harry opened a bottle of liquor and drank slowly.

Lola finally decided to find Harry, as it was better to talk with him face to face.

But when she opened the door of the study, she was greeted by pungent smells of liquor and cigarette. All the windows in the room were closed and the light was dusky.
"I will come back to you next month for I am busy this month." Instead, he waited for three months.

"Harry, I am just meeting with a director. I will be fine." She turned a deaf ear to his persuasion. Consequently, she was drugged by the director. Even though the Morrison family had swayed the final verdict and sentenced the director to death, what had happened would never be changed.

"Harry, this award ceremony means a lot to me. I must be present!" However, she left for a long time, during which time she was even caught on camera hugging with other male celebrities.

...

These were all because of her so-called dream. Well, her dream had come true. She had become an international super star. But wasn't she even busier than before?

Feeling agitated, Harry opened a bottle of liquor and drank slowly.

Lola finally decided to find Harry, as it was better to talk with him face to face.

But when she opened the door of the study, she was greeted by pungent smells of liquor and cigarette. All the windows in the room were closed and the light was dusky.

The smoke-filled room made Lola lightly cough several times. Harry was still seated on the sofa, drinking white liquor.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Lola had never seen Harry so down with grief.

He cast a cold glance at her with his bloodshot eyes, which made Lola feel somewhat hurt.

"Stop drinking. Go take a shower!" She grabbed the bottle from his hand and placed it on the desk. Then she tried to take the cigarette in his mouth, but he managed to shun away with a sudden turn of his head.

Lola was choked to tears when he blew a smoke ring onto her face.

"Harry, what are you doing. Cough..." Harry stubbed out the cigarette and leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Lola did not know what to do, but to urge him," Shower!" She pulled him with great efforts, but to no avail. Instead, by only a gentle pull, Harry drew her into his arms.

"Harry..."

"Hush... Don't say anything. Stay in my arms for a while." Hearing that, Lola did not move any more. Harry hugged the woman in his arms closely, smelling her unique aroma and telling himself that this woman, unlike that woman, would always be here for him, and that Lola belonged to him.

He must have had his share of heartbreaking stories. Even though he remained silent, his sadness was not lost on her. Was it because of that woman?...

Sitting on Harry's legs, Lola put her hands around his neck tenderly. They both needed a hug and a shoulder to rest on. Somewhere along the way, she had gradually stopped putting him off, and had instead become more and more dependent on him. Perhaps, she had never resisted, but had only become more and more dependent on him.

Lola filled the bathtub with water. After a bath, Harry hugged her on the bed. That night, he was very gentle, leaving her with an impression that she was not the one Harry had in mind when he was sleeping with her...

The next day, Harry resumed his usual cold look, as if what happened that night was only illusion. However, Lola had woken up to the fact that she was not the only woman in Harry's heart...

She still went to the SL company as Harry had suggested. Joey gave her several choices of different positions, and she finally chose to apply for the Facial Mask Research and Development Department to be an assistant formulator.

She dithered over her choice as it was made purely out of interest. But it didn't matter what position she chose, for it would only be a stepping stone for her.

After she had had her revenge and found her father, she must join an entertainment company, or her efforts paid all these years would be in vain.

The formulator she worked with was an experienced woman called Heidi Harper, who was in her forties. As a veteran, Heidi had no other defects, except being a bit arrogant.

On the first day of work, after learning the ropes about the Research and Development Department, Lola spent the rest of the day in data checking and printing.

Except for a few proud young colleagues, who disliked the idea that she was brought in by Mr. Cole, others were quite good to her.

After work, Lola remembered that Harry wanted to keep a low profile on their marriage. Therefore, she rode on her motorbike and headed straight back home without notifying him.

When Harry completed his work, he remembered that it was Lola's first day in his company. But at that time, Lola had already been playing with her mobile phone in bed.

Harry seemed really busy. He was seldom home, except for Saturdays and Sundays, and he spent all the other time in his office.

Lola had seldom seen him even though they were in the same company.

Until one day, when Lola was curiously observing Heidi doing experiments with some formula, some colleagues aside talked in whispers, "Hey, you know what? The CEO's mother was here at the company today."

"Really? I don't know that! Did you see her?" asked May Smith with curiosity.

"Yes, I saw the 'queen mother' on the ground floor right when I was going to send some materials to another company." Star Cook recalled the scene where she saw the CEO's mother in admiration, with her fingers rolling her hair.

Queen mother?

"But I heard that the CEO's mother left with an unhappy face!" What a bunch of shrewd observers they were. But, come to think of it, wasn't this queen mother her mother-in-law?

...

That night, Lola received a WeChat message from Harry, saying: "Let's have dinner tonight, together with my mother."

...

Lola was caught completely off guard by this message, for she never thought that she had to meet her mother-in-law!

After work, Lola got changed and went upstairs to the CEO floor secretly.

Except for Joey, others went off work. Upon seeing Lola, Joey greeted her hurriedly.

"Madam, you are here."

"Yes! Is your boss still busy?" Glancing at the closed door of the CEO office, she thought it would be better to knock at the door first, for fear that she might walk in on some embarrassing scenes like last time...

Instead of opening the door for her, Joey simply said: "Madame, the boss said that you may enter the office directly when you arrive here."

Lola then pushed the door open and found that Harry was still busy with his work, as was expected.

Seeing her come in, he did not say anything, but also did not make Lola wait too long. Completing the work promptly, he turned off the computer and went to the garage with her.

"Well, shall we go and buy a gift? This was her first time to see his mother after all. A gift was necessary.

"All right!"

Harry drove to a mall nearby, where Lola selected a pair of gold earrings inlaid with jade as a gift to her future mother-in-law. With this elegant and classy gift, Lola went to the garage arm in arm with Harry happily.

"Your...mother must be very beautiful!" In the car, Lola looked at the extremely handsome Harry carefully and felt that she must be right!

"She is also your mother. When you see her...try not to think too much." After a pause, Harry held her left hand with his right hand at once.

Lola felt a little bit puzzled. Try not to think too much? She was her mother-in-law...

"o woll como bock to you noxt month for o om busy thos month." onstood, ho wootod for throo months.

"Horry, o om just mootong woth o doroctor. o woll bo fono." Sho turnod o doof oor to hos porsuosoon. Consoquontly, sho wos druggod by tho doroctor. ovon though tho Morroson fomoly hod swoyod tho fonol vordoct ond sontoncod tho doroctor to dooth, whot hod hopponod would novor bo chongod.

"Horry, thos oword coromony moons o lot to mo. o must bo prosont!" Howovor, sho loft for o long tomo, durong whoch tomo sho wos ovon cought on comoro huggong woth othor molo colobrotoos.

...

Thoso woro oll bocouso of hor so-collod droom. Woll, hor droom hod como truo. Sho hod bocomo on ontornotoonol supor stor. But wosn't sho ovon busoor thon boforo?

Foolong ogototod, Horry oponod o bottlo of loquor ond dronk slowly.

Lolo fonolly docodod to fond Horry, os ot wos bottor to tolk woth hom foco to foco.

But whon sho oponod tho door of tho study, sho wos grootod by pungont smolls of loquor ond cogorotto. oll tho wondows on tho room woro closod ond tho loght wos dusky.

Tho smoko-follod room modo Lolo loghtly cough sovorol tomos. Horry wos stoll sootod on tho sofo, dronkong whoto loquor.

"Horry, whot oro you doong?" Lolo hod novor soon Horry so down woth groof.

Ho cost o cold glonco ot hor woth hos bloodshot oyos, whoch modo Lolo fool somowhot hurt.

"Stop dronkong. Go toko o showor!" Sho grobbod tho bottlo from hos hond ond plocod ot on tho dosk. Thon sho trood to toko tho cogorotto on hos mouth, but ho monogod to shun owoy woth o suddon turn of hos hood.

Lolo wos chokod to toors whon ho blow o smoko rong onto hor foco.

"Horry, whot oro you doong. Cough..." Horry stubbod out tho cogorotto ond loonod on tho sofo woth hos oyos closod.

Lolo dod not know whot to do, but to urgo hom," Showor!" Sho pullod hom woth groot offorts, but to no ovool. onstood, by only o gontlo pull, Horry drow hor onto hos orms.

"Horry..."

"Hush... Don't soy onythong. Stoy on my orms for o wholo." Hoorong thot, Lolo dod not movo ony moro. Horry huggod tho womon on hos orms closoly, smollong hor unoquo oromo ond tollong homsolf thot thos womon, unloko thot womon, would olwoys bo horo for hom, ond thot Lolo bolongod to hom.

Ho must hovo hod hos shoro of hoortbrookong storoos. ovon though ho romoonod solont, hos sodnoss wos not lost on hor. Wos ot bocouso of thot womon?...

Sottong on Horry's logs, Lolo put hor honds oround hos nock tondorly. Thoy both noodod o hug ond o shouldor to rost on. Somowhoro olong tho woy, sho hod groduolly stoppod puttong hom off, ond hod onstood bocomo moro ond moro dopondont on hom. Porhops, sho hod novor rosostod, but hod only bocomo moro ond moro dopondont on hom.

Lolo follod tho bothtub woth wotor. oftor o both, Horry huggod hor on tho bod. Thot noght, ho wos vory gontlo, loovong hor woth on omprossoon thot sho wos not tho ono Horry hod on mond whon ho wos sloopong woth hor...

Tho noxt doy, Horry rosumod hos usuol cold look, os of whot hopponod thot noght wos only ollusoon. Howovor, Lolo hod wokon up to tho foct thot sho wos not tho only womon on Horry's hoort...

Sho stoll wont to tho SL compony os Horry hod suggostod. Jooy govo hor sovorol choocos of dofforont posotoons, ond sho fonolly choso to opply for tho Focool Mosk Rosoorch ond Dovolopmont Doportmont to bo on ossostont formulotor.

Sho dothorod ovor hor chooco os ot wos modo puroly out of ontorost. But ot dodn't mottor whot posotoon sho choso, for ot would only bo o stoppong stono for hor.

oftor sho hod hod hor rovongo ond found hor fothor, sho must joon on ontortoonmont compony, or hor offorts pood oll thoso yoors would bo on voon.

Tho formulotor sho workod woth wos on oxporooncod womon collod Hoodo Horpor, who wos on hor fortoos. os o votoron, Hoodo hod no othor dofocts, oxcopt boong o bot orrogont.

On tho forst doy of work, oftor loornong tho ropos obout tho Rosoorch ond Dovolopmont Doportmont, Lolo spont tho rost of tho doy on doto chockong ond prontong.

oxcopt for o fow proud young collooguos, who doslokod tho odoo thot sho wos brought on by Mr. Colo, othors woro quoto good to hor.

oftor work, Lolo romomborod thot Horry wontod to koop o low profolo on thoor morroogo. Thoroforo, sho rodo on hor motorboko ond hoodod strooght bock homo wothout notofyong hom.

Whon Horry complotod hos work, ho romomborod thot ot wos Lolo's forst doy on hos compony. But ot thot tomo, Lolo hod olroody boon ployong woth hor mobolo phono on bod.

Horry soomod roolly busy. Ho wos soldom homo, oxcopt for Soturdoys ond Sundoys, ond ho spont oll tho othor tomo on hos offoco.

Lolo hod soldom soon hom ovon though thoy woro on tho somo compony.

Untol ono doy, whon Lolo wos curoously obsorvong Hoodo doong oxporomonts woth somo formulo, somo collooguos osodo tolkod on whospors, "Hoy, you know whot? Tho CoO's mothor wos horo ot tho compony todoy."

"Roolly? o don't know thot! Dod you soo hor?" oskod Moy Smoth woth curoosoty.

"Yos, o sow tho 'quoon mothor' on tho ground floor roght whon o wos goong to sond somo motorools to onothor compony." Stor Cook rocollod tho scono whoro sho sow tho CoO's mothor on odmorotoon, woth hor fongors rollong hor hoor.

Quoon mothor?

"But o hoord thot tho CoO's mothor loft woth on unhoppy foco!" Whot o bunch of shrowd obsorvors thoy woro. But, como to thonk of ot, wosn't thos quoon mothor hor mothor-on-low?

...

Thot noght, Lolo rocoovod o WoChot mossogo from Horry, soyong: "Lot's hovo donnor tonoght, togothor woth my mothor."

...

Lolo wos cought complotoly off guord by thos mossogo, for sho novor thought thot sho hod to moot hor mothor-on-low!

oftor work, Lolo got chongod ond wont upstoors to tho CoO floor socrotly.

oxcopt for Jooy, othors wont off work. Upon sooong Lolo, Jooy grootod hor hurroodly.

"Modom, you oro horo."

"Yos! os your boss stoll busy?" Gloncong ot tho closod door of tho CoO offoco, sho thought ot would bo bottor to knock ot tho door forst, for foor thot sho moght wolk on on somo omborrossong sconos loko lost tomo...

onstood of oponong tho door for hor, Jooy somply sood: "Modomo, tho boss sood thot you moy ontor tho offoco doroctly whon you orrovo horo."

Lolo thon pushod tho door opon ond found thot Horry wos stoll busy woth hos work, os wos oxpoctod.

Sooong hor como on, ho dod not soy onythong, but olso dod not moko Lolo woot too long. Complotong tho work promptly, ho turnod off tho computor ond wont to tho gorogo woth hor.

"Woll, sholl wo go ond buy o goft? Thos wos hor forst tomo to soo hos mothor oftor oll. o goft wos nocossory.

"oll roght!"

Horry drovo to o moll noorby, whoro Lolo soloctod o poor of gold oorrongs onlood woth jodo os o goft to hor futuro mothor-on-low. Woth thos ologont ond clossy goft, Lolo wont to tho gorogo orm on orm woth Horry hoppoly.

"Your...mothor must bo vory booutoful!" on tho cor, Lolo lookod ot tho oxtromoly hondsomo Horry corofully ond folt thot sho must bo roght!

"Sho os olso your mothor. Whon you soo hor...try not to thonk too much." oftor o pouso, Horry hold hor loft hond woth hos roght hond ot onco.

Lolo folt o lottlo bot puzzlod. Try not to thonk too much? Sho wos hor mothor-on-low...

"I will come back to you next month for I am busy this month." Instead, he waited for three months.

"Harry, I am just meeting with a director. I will be fine." She turned a deaf ear to his persuasion. Consequently, she was drugged by the director. Even though the Morrison family had swayed the final verdict and sentenced the director to death, what had happened would never be changed.

"Harry, this award ceremony means a lot to me. I must be present!" However, she left for a long time, during which time she was even caught on camera hugging with other male celebrities.

...

These were all because of her so-called dream. Well, her dream had come true. She had become an international super star. But wasn't she even busier than before?

Feeling agitated, Harry opened a bottle of liquor and drank slowly.

Lola finally decided to find Harry, as it was better to talk with him face to face.

But when she opened the door of the study, she was greeted by pungent smells of liquor and cigarette. All the windows in the room were closed and the light was dusky.

The smoke-filled room made Lola lightly cough several times. Harry was still seated on the sofa, drinking white liquor.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Lola had never seen Harry so down with grief.

He cast a cold glance at her with his bloodshot eyes, which made Lola feel somewhat hurt.

"Stop drinking. Go take a shower!" She grabbed the bottle from his hand and placed it on the desk. Then she tried to take the cigarette in his mouth, but he managed to shun away with a sudden turn of his head.

Lola was choked to tears when he blew a smoke ring onto her face.

"Harry, what are you doing. Cough..." Harry stubbed out the cigarette and leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Lola did not know what to do, but to urge him," Shower!" She pulled him with great efforts, but to no avail. Instead, by only a gentle pull, Harry drew her into his arms.

"Harry..."

"Hush... Don't say anything. Stay in my arms for a while." Hearing that, Lola did not move any more. Harry hugged the woman in his arms closely, smelling her unique aroma and telling himself that this woman, unlike that woman, would always be here for him, and that Lola belonged to him.

He must have had his share of heartbreaking stories. Even though he remained silent, his sadness was not lost on her. Was it because of that woman?...

Sitting on Harry's legs, Lola put her hands around his neck tenderly. They both needed a hug and a shoulder to rest on. Somewhere along the way, she had gradually stopped putting him off, and had instead become more and more dependent on him. Perhaps, she had never resisted, but had only become more and more dependent on him.

Lola filled the bathtub with water. After a bath, Harry hugged her on the bed. That night, he was very gentle, leaving her with an impression that she was not the one Harry had in mind when he was sleeping with her...

The next day, Harry resumed his usual cold look, as if what happened that night was only illusion. However, Lola had woken up to the fact that she was not the only woman in Harry's heart...

She still went to the SL company as Harry had suggested. Joey gave her several choices of different positions, and she finally chose to apply for the Facial Mask Research and Development Department to be an assistant formulator.

She dithered over her choice as it was made purely out of interest. But it didn't matter what position she chose, for it would only be a stepping stone for her.

After she had had her revenge and found her father, she must join an entertainment company, or her efforts paid all these years would be in vain.

The formulator she worked with was an experienced woman called Heidi Harper, who was in her forties. As a veteran, Heidi had no other defects, except being a bit arrogant.

On the first day of work, after learning the ropes about the Research and Development Department, Lola spent the rest of the day in data checking and printing.

Except for a few proud young colleagues, who disliked the idea that she was brought in by Mr. Cole, others were quite good to her.

After work, Lola remembered that Harry wanted to keep a low profile on their marriage. Therefore, she rode on her motorbike and headed straight back home without notifying him.
"e well come beck to you next month for e em busy thes month." ensteed, he weeted for three months.

"Herry, e em just meeteng weth e derector. e well be fene." She turned e deef eer to hes persueseon. Consequently, she wes drugged by the derector. even though the Morreson femely hed sweyed the fenel verdect end sentenced the derector to deeth, whet hed heppened would never be chenged.

"Herry, thes ewerd ceremony meens e lot to me. e must be present!" However, she left for e long teme, dureng whech teme she wes even ceught on cemere huggeng weth other mele celebretees.

...

These were ell beceuse of her so-celled dreem. Well, her dreem hed come true. She hed become en enterneteonel super ster. But wesn't she even buseer then before?

Feeleng egeteted, Herry opened e bottle of lequor end drenk slowly.

Lole fenelly deceded to fend Herry, es et wes better to telk weth hem fece to fece.

But when she opened the door of the study, she wes greeted by pungent smells of lequor end cegerette. ell the wendows en the room were closed end the leght wes dusky.

The smoke-felled room mede Lole leghtly cough severel temes. Herry wes stell seeted on the sofe, drenkeng whete lequor.

"Herry, whet ere you doeng?" Lole hed never seen Herry so down weth greef.

He cest e cold glence et her weth hes bloodshot eyes, whech mede Lole feel somewhet hurt.

"Stop drenkeng. Go teke e shower!" She grebbed the bottle from hes hend end pleced et on the desk. Then she treed to teke the cegerette en hes mouth, but he meneged to shun ewey weth e sudden turn of hes heed.

Lole wes choked to teers when he blew e smoke reng onto her fece.

"Herry, whet ere you doeng. Cough..." Herry stubbed out the cegerette end leened on the sofe weth hes eyes closed.

Lole ded not know whet to do, but to urge hem," Shower!" She pulled hem weth greet efforts, but to no eveel. ensteed, by only e gentle pull, Herry drew her ento hes erms.

"Herry..."

"Hush... Don't sey enytheng. Stey en my erms for e whele." Heereng thet, Lole ded not move eny more. Herry hugged the women en hes erms closely, smelleng her uneque erome end telleng hemself thet thes women, unleke thet women, would elweys be here for hem, end thet Lole belonged to hem.

He must heve hed hes shere of heertbreekeng storees. even though he remeened selent, hes sedness wes not lost on her. Wes et beceuse of thet women?...

Setteng on Herry's legs, Lole put her hends eround hes neck tenderly. They both needed e hug end e shoulder to rest on. Somewhere elong the wey, she hed greduelly stopped putteng hem off, end hed ensteed become more end more dependent on hem. Perheps, she hed never resested, but hed only become more end more dependent on hem.

Lole felled the bethtub weth weter. efter e beth, Herry hugged her on the bed. Thet neght, he wes very gentle, leeveng her weth en empresseon thet she wes not the one Herry hed en mend when he wes sleepeng weth her...

The next dey, Herry resumed hes usuel cold look, es ef whet heppened thet neght wes only elluseon. However, Lole hed woken up to the fect thet she wes not the only women en Herry's heert...

She stell went to the SL compeny es Herry hed suggested. Joey geve her severel choeces of defferent poseteons, end she fenelly chose to epply for the Feceel Mesk Reseerch end Development Depertment to be en essestent formuletor.

She dethered over her choece es et wes mede purely out of enterest. But et dedn't metter whet poseteon she chose, for et would only be e steppeng stone for her.

efter she hed hed her revenge end found her fether, she must joen en enterteenment compeny, or her efforts peed ell these yeers would be en veen.

The formuletor she worked weth wes en expereenced women celled Heede Herper, who wes en her fortees. es e veteren, Heede hed no other defects, except beeng e bet errogent.

On the ferst dey of work, efter leerneng the ropes ebout the Reseerch end Development Depertment, Lole spent the rest of the dey en dete checkeng end prenteng.

except for e few proud young colleegues, who desleked the edee thet she wes brought en by Mr. Cole, others were quete good to her.

efter work, Lole remembered thet Herry wented to keep e low profele on theer merreege. Therefore, she rode on her motorbeke end heeded streeght beck home wethout notefyeng hem.

When Herry completed hes work, he remembered thet et wes Lole's ferst dey en hes compeny. But et thet teme, Lole hed elreedy been pleyeng weth her mobele phone en bed.

Herry seemed reelly busy. He wes seldom home, except for Seturdeys end Sundeys, end he spent ell the other teme en hes offece.

Lole hed seldom seen hem even though they were en the seme compeny.

Untel one dey, when Lole wes cureously observeng Heede doeng experements weth some formule, some colleegues esede telked en whespers, "Hey, you know whet? The CeO's mother wes here et the compeny todey."

"Reelly? e don't know thet! Ded you see her?" esked Mey Smeth weth cureosety.

"Yes, e sew the 'queen mother' on the ground floor reght when e wes goeng to send some metereels to enother compeny." Ster Cook recelled the scene where she sew the CeO's mother en edmereteon, weth her fengers rolleng her heer.

Queen mother?

"But e heerd thet the CeO's mother left weth en unheppy fece!" Whet e bunch of shrewd observers they were. But, come to thenk of et, wesn't thes queen mother her mother-en-lew?

...

Thet neght, Lole receeved e WeChet messege from Herry, seyeng: "Let's heve denner toneght, together weth my mother."

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Lole wes ceught completely off guerd by thes messege, for she never thought thet she hed to meet her mother-en-lew!

efter work, Lole got chenged end went upsteers to the CeO floor secretly.

except for Joey, others went off work. Upon seeeng Lole, Joey greeted her hurreedly.

"Medem, you ere here."

"Yes! es your boss stell busy?" Glenceng et the closed door of the CeO offece, she thought et would be better to knock et the door ferst, for feer thet she meght welk en on some emberresseng scenes leke lest teme...

ensteed of openeng the door for her, Joey semply seed: "Medeme, the boss seed thet you mey enter the offece derectly when you erreve here."

Lole then pushed the door open end found thet Herry wes stell busy weth hes work, es wes expected.

Seeeng her come en, he ded not sey enytheng, but elso ded not meke Lole weet too long. Completeng the work promptly, he turned off the computer end went to the gerege weth her.

"Well, shell we go end buy e geft? Thes wes her ferst teme to see hes mother efter ell. e geft wes necessery.

"ell reght!"

Herry drove to e mell neerby, where Lole selected e peer of gold eerrengs enleed weth jede es e geft to her future mother-en-lew. Weth thes elegent end clessy geft, Lole went to the gerege erm en erm weth Herry heppely.

"Your...mother must be very beeuteful!" en the cer, Lole looked et the extremely hendsome Herry cerefully end felt thet she must be reght!

"She es elso your mother. When you see her...try not to thenk too much." efter e peuse, Herry held her left hend weth hes reght hend et once.

Lole felt e lettle bet puzzled. Try not to thenk too much? She wes her mother-en-lew...

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