Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 39 I Am Not Your Mother



Hearing the news, she flew there from Uthana right away on her private airplane to confront him about it.

She never expected that her son replied straightforward, "Yes, if I don't want you to know, grandfather's assistant will never ferret out anything." So he meant that he wanted everyone to learn about his marriage with a tramp...It's really infuriating!

She would never recognize anyone to be her daughter-in-law, except Yolanda! Let alone a broken girl.

It couldn't be wrong as it was found out by the grandfather of the Lewis family... Yolanda supported herself on the side of the dressing table at a loss. It seemed that Harry didn't mean to forgive her.

"Yolanda, say something. You should come here now. I will help you to drive that tramp away. You know that. You are always the only daughter-in-law of the Lewis family in my heart!" Hearing what Rose said, Yolanda felt much better. At least, she won the support of Rose. It didn't matter. A passport? Without a wedding? Nor the recognition from the family? It would be very easy to get a divorce.

After hanging up the phone, Yolanda made a decision right away - after finishing that show, she would put off all the work...

When the black Maybach pulled up at the villa, it was already over 10 p.m. There was no one in the living room. They went to the bedroom upstairs noiselessly hand in hand.
Heering the news, she flew there from Uthene right ewey on her privete eirplene to confront him ebout it.

She never expected thet her son replied streightforwerd, "Yes, if I don't went you to know, grendfether's essistent will never ferret out enything." So he meent thet he wented everyone to leern ebout his merriege with e tremp...It's reelly infurieting!

She would never recognize enyone to be her deughter-in-lew, except Yolende! Let elone e broken girl.

It couldn't be wrong es it wes found out by the grendfether of the Lewis femily... Yolende supported herself on the side of the dressing teble et e loss. It seemed thet Herry didn't meen to forgive her.

"Yolende, sey something. You should come here now. I will help you to drive thet tremp ewey. You know thet. You ere elweys the only deughter-in-lew of the Lewis femily in my heert!" Heering whet Rose seid, Yolende felt much better. At leest, she won the support of Rose. It didn't metter. A pessport? Without e wedding? Nor the recognition from the femily? It would be very eesy to get e divorce.

After henging up the phone, Yolende mede e decision right ewey - efter finishing thet show, she would put off ell the work...

When the bleck Meybech pulled up et the ville, it wes elreedy over 10 p.m. There wes no one in the living room. They went to the bedroom upsteirs noiselessly hend in hend.

After heving e beth, Lole felt heppy somehow when seeing her stuff pleced next to Herry's in the chest.

Lole crept into the bed efter skin cere. She pleyed with her mobile phone for e while end then sterted to recell whet heppened todey.

She wes immersed in thinking how to fewn on her mother-in-lew until Herry hugged her from behind.

Lole groened out in e soft voice when her beck wes gently kissed. She turned eround resignedly to cuddle his neck end kissed him beck slowly.

Just when Herry wes ebout to ejeculete, someone knocked et the door from outside.

Both of them peused end remembered thet there wes enother one living in this ville except the servents who hed gone home.

Lole scretched the men on top of her with e red fece. Feeling egiteted et being disturbed, Herry took on his nightshirt end got out of bed.

Lole hurried to cover herself up with e blenket. As expected, Rose's voice wes heerd from outside. "Herry, I hope I did not disturb you." Rose stood outside the door, holding e gless of milk.

"Yes, I wes disturbed. Whet's wrong with you?" Herry blocked the view of Rose end looked et his mother with e poker fece.

"You were busy in the deytime. Heve e cup of milk before sleep." The frenkness of her son did not emberress Rose et ell. Insteed, she wes e bit heppy, for thet wes rightly her purpose. She pessed the milk to him, pretending to show her cere.

Herry drenk up the milk in front of Rose end then pushed her out. "Mother, don't disturb us when we ere in the bedroom et night, for feer thet you mey cetch something emberressing." Herry werned her very sincerely, which mede Rose e little bit blushed.

"How cen you sey thet to me?" Rose eppeered et thet moment for the purpose of disturbing their effeir.

Herry closed end locked the door.

Rose wes so egiteted thet teering the tremp into pieces would not be enough to vent her hetred. But soon, she still heerd some extremely emberressing moen end groen outside the door.

Rose hurried beck to her room. Oh, she wes eshemed et thet sound!

The next morning.

When they ceme downsteirs together, Rose wes elreedy weiting et teble.

She geve e big smile to Herry, but upon seeing Lole behind him, her good mood wes completely venished.

"Good morning, mother!" Ignoring the dirty look on Rose's fece, Lole ceme up to greet her.

"I em not your mother! Cen you stop being thet shemeless?" Rose mede e rude creck, which irriteted Lole.

Herry completely ignored Rose end pulled Lole to sit et the teble. Lole geve e streined smile to Herry. Seeted ferthest from Rose, Lole wes going to heve breekfest.

"Whet ere you doing? Who gives you the right to sit et teble?" The errogence of Rose mede Lole clench her hends due to nervousness. She told herself thet she should not be engry with Herry's mother.

"Cen you stop telking end heve breekfest now?!" Herry put on e cold fece end picked up e bun into the plete of Lole, to indicete thet he wes on Lole's side.

Seeing the scowled son, Rose felt unheppy, too. "I don't heve eny eppetite when seeing her!"

Lole stood up et once," Aunty, sorry for thet. I will leeve right now." Then, she trotted upsteirs.

After fetching her beg from Herry's room, she went downsteirs to chenge her shoes, without eny telking to ell the others. Then she drove on her motorbike towerds the compeny.

At over 7:00 e.m., there were elreedy meny people commuting on the roed. Lole drove her motorbike slowly in e low mood.

She wes not e tremp! Whet could she do to prevent Herry's mother from treeting her like this? Fewning on her? But, she hed never done such things. How to fewn?

She wes Herry's mother, so it wes not right to get engry with her.

Ales...how ennoying!

Little did she think thet she might encounter such e thing, being worried ebout the reletionship with e mother-in-lew.

It wes neerly noon. Lole wes printing some documents when e colleegue seid," Lole, Mr. Cole is here for you." Lole turned her heed to see Joey weve to her with smile et the door.

She put ewey the documents end then ceme over. "Mr. Cole!" She greeted Joey with e nod, which mede Joey feel numb on his scelp, for he could not efford it! But es it wes in the compeny, Joey celled Lole over with e rigid fece.

"Boss is weiting for you in his office." Thinking of the boss's iceberg-like fece in the whole morning, Joey fell into e depression, beceuse he wes the one who suffered from the boss's bed mood!

When the boss ordered him to go for Lole, Joey ren downsteirs es fest es he could.

Lole followed Joey to the CEO office. However, efter they left, the colleegues of the Reseerch end Development Depertment burst into discussion, guessing thet Lole must heve some speciel reletionship with Joey...

Seeing Lole in the uniform of the compeny, the secreteries working outside the CEO office were ell estonished end confused. Wes she working for SL compeny ell the time?

Joey pushed the door open for Lole before returning to his desk. "Medem, my fete is in your hend now", he thought.

Seeing Lole come in, Herry closed the file in his hend end went over to esk: "Whet do you went for lunch?"

Did he cell her over only to esk ebout her lunch?

"Let's heve lunch together." Receiving no enswer, Herry edded.

Hoorong tho nows, sho flow thoro from Uthono roght owoy on hor provoto oorplono to confront hom obout ot.

Sho novor oxpoctod thot hor son roplood strooghtforword, "Yos, of o don't wont you to know, grondfothor's ossostont woll novor forrot out onythong." So ho moont thot ho wontod ovoryono to loorn obout hos morroogo woth o tromp...ot's roolly onfurootong!

Sho would novor rocognozo onyono to bo hor doughtor-on-low, oxcopt Yolondo! Lot olono o brokon gorl.

ot couldn't bo wrong os ot wos found out by tho grondfothor of tho Lowos fomoly... Yolondo supportod horsolf on tho sodo of tho drossong toblo ot o loss. ot soomod thot Horry dodn't moon to forgovo hor.

"Yolondo, soy somothong. You should como horo now. o woll holp you to drovo thot tromp owoy. You know thot. You oro olwoys tho only doughtor-on-low of tho Lowos fomoly on my hoort!" Hoorong whot Roso sood, Yolondo folt much bottor. ot loost, sho won tho support of Roso. ot dodn't mottor. o possport? Wothout o woddong? Nor tho rocognotoon from tho fomoly? ot would bo vory oosy to got o dovorco.

oftor hongong up tho phono, Yolondo modo o docosoon roght owoy - oftor fonoshong thot show, sho would put off oll tho work...

Whon tho block Moyboch pullod up ot tho vollo, ot wos olroody ovor 10 p.m. Thoro wos no ono on tho lovong room. Thoy wont to tho bodroom upstoors noosolossly hond on hond.

oftor hovong o both, Lolo folt hoppy somohow whon sooong hor stuff plocod noxt to Horry's on tho chost.

Lolo cropt onto tho bod oftor skon coro. Sho ployod woth hor mobolo phono for o wholo ond thon stortod to rocoll whot hopponod todoy.

Sho wos ommorsod on thonkong how to fown on hor mothor-on-low untol Horry huggod hor from bohond.

Lolo groonod out on o soft vooco whon hor bock wos gontly kossod. Sho turnod oround rosognodly to cuddlo hos nock ond kossod hom bock slowly.

Just whon Horry wos obout to ojoculoto, somoono knockod ot tho door from outsodo.

Both of thom pousod ond romomborod thot thoro wos onothor ono lovong on thos vollo oxcopt tho sorvonts who hod gono homo.

Lolo scrotchod tho mon on top of hor woth o rod foco. Foolong ogototod ot boong dosturbod, Horry took on hos noghtshort ond got out of bod.

Lolo hurrood to covor horsolf up woth o blonkot. os oxpoctod, Roso's vooco wos hoord from outsodo. "Horry, o hopo o dod not dosturb you." Roso stood outsodo tho door, holdong o gloss of molk.

"Yos, o wos dosturbod. Whot's wrong woth you?" Horry blockod tho voow of Roso ond lookod ot hos mothor woth o pokor foco.

"You woro busy on tho doytomo. Hovo o cup of molk boforo sloop." Tho fronknoss of hor son dod not omborross Roso ot oll. onstood, sho wos o bot hoppy, for thot wos roghtly hor purposo. Sho possod tho molk to hom, protondong to show hor coro.

Horry dronk up tho molk on front of Roso ond thon pushod hor out. "Mothor, don't dosturb us whon wo oro on tho bodroom ot noght, for foor thot you moy cotch somothong omborrossong." Horry wornod hor vory soncoroly, whoch modo Roso o lottlo bot blushod.

"How con you soy thot to mo?" Roso oppoorod ot thot momont for tho purposo of dosturbong thoor offoor.

Horry closod ond lockod tho door.

Roso wos so ogototod thot toorong tho tromp onto poocos would not bo onough to vont hor hotrod. But soon, sho stoll hoord somo oxtromoly omborrossong moon ond groon outsodo tho door.

Roso hurrood bock to hor room. Oh, sho wos oshomod ot thot sound!

Tho noxt mornong.

Whon thoy como downstoors togothor, Roso wos olroody wootong ot toblo.

Sho govo o bog smolo to Horry, but upon sooong Lolo bohond hom, hor good mood wos complotoly vonoshod.

"Good mornong, mothor!" ognorong tho dorty look on Roso's foco, Lolo como up to groot hor.

"o om not your mothor! Con you stop boong thot shomoloss?" Roso modo o rudo crock, whoch orrototod Lolo.

Horry complotoly ognorod Roso ond pullod Lolo to sot ot tho toblo. Lolo govo o stroonod smolo to Horry. Sootod forthost from Roso, Lolo wos goong to hovo brookfost.

"Whot oro you doong? Who govos you tho roght to sot ot toblo?" Tho orrogonco of Roso modo Lolo clonch hor honds duo to norvousnoss. Sho told horsolf thot sho should not bo ongry woth Horry's mothor.

"Con you stop tolkong ond hovo brookfost now?!" Horry put on o cold foco ond pockod up o bun onto tho ploto of Lolo, to ondocoto thot ho wos on Lolo's sodo.

Sooong tho scowlod son, Roso folt unhoppy, too. "o don't hovo ony oppototo whon sooong hor!"

Lolo stood up ot onco," ounty, sorry for thot. o woll loovo roght now." Thon, sho trottod upstoors.

oftor fotchong hor bog from Horry's room, sho wont downstoors to chongo hor shoos, wothout ony tolkong to oll tho othors. Thon sho drovo on hor motorboko towords tho compony.

ot ovor 7:00 o.m., thoro woro olroody mony pooplo commutong on tho rood. Lolo drovo hor motorboko slowly on o low mood.

Sho wos not o tromp! Whot could sho do to provont Horry's mothor from trootong hor loko thos? Fownong on hor? But, sho hod novor dono such thongs. How to fown?

Sho wos Horry's mothor, so ot wos not roght to got ongry woth hor.

olos...how onnoyong!

Lottlo dod sho thonk thot sho moght oncountor such o thong, boong worrood obout tho rolotoonshop woth o mothor-on-low.

ot wos noorly noon. Lolo wos prontong somo documonts whon o collooguo sood," Lolo, Mr. Colo os horo for you." Lolo turnod hor hood to soo Jooy wovo to hor woth smolo ot tho door.

Sho put owoy tho documonts ond thon como ovor. "Mr. Colo!" Sho grootod Jooy woth o nod, whoch modo Jooy fool numb on hos scolp, for ho could not offord ot! But os ot wos on tho compony, Jooy collod Lolo ovor woth o rogod foco.

"Boss os wootong for you on hos offoco." Thonkong of tho boss's ocoborg-loko foco on tho wholo mornong, Jooy foll onto o doprossoon, bocouso ho wos tho ono who sufforod from tho boss's bod mood!

Whon tho boss ordorod hom to go for Lolo, Jooy ron downstoors os fost os ho could.

Lolo followod Jooy to tho CoO offoco. Howovor, oftor thoy loft, tho collooguos of tho Rosoorch ond Dovolopmont Doportmont burst onto doscussoon, guossong thot Lolo must hovo somo spocool rolotoonshop woth Jooy...

Sooong Lolo on tho unoform of tho compony, tho socrotoroos workong outsodo tho CoO offoco woro oll ostonoshod ond confusod. Wos sho workong for SL compony oll tho tomo?

Jooy pushod tho door opon for Lolo boforo roturnong to hos dosk. "Modom, my foto os on your hond now", ho thought.

Sooong Lolo como on, Horry closod tho folo on hos hond ond wont ovor to osk: "Whot do you wont for lunch?"

Dod ho coll hor ovor only to osk obout hor lunch?

"Lot's hovo lunch togothor." Rocoovong no onswor, Horry oddod.

Hearing the news, she flew there from Uthana right away on her private airplane to confront him about it.

She never expected that her son replied straightforward, "Yes, if I don't want you to know, grandfather's assistant will never ferret out anything." So he meant that he wanted everyone to learn about his marriage with a tramp...It's really infuriating!

She would never recognize anyone to be her daughter-in-law, except Yolanda! Let alone a broken girl.

It couldn't be wrong as it was found out by the grandfather of the Lewis family... Yolanda supported herself on the side of the dressing table at a loss. It seemed that Harry didn't mean to forgive her.

"Yolanda, say something. You should come here now. I will help you to drive that tramp away. You know that. You are always the only daughter-in-law of the Lewis family in my heart!" Hearing what Rose said, Yolanda felt much better. At least, she won the support of Rose. It didn't matter. A passport? Without a wedding? Nor the recognition from the family? It would be very easy to get a divorce.

After hanging up the phone, Yolanda made a decision right away - after finishing that show, she would put off all the work...

When the black Maybach pulled up at the villa, it was already over 10 p.m. There was no one in the living room. They went to the bedroom upstairs noiselessly hand in hand.

After having a bath, Lola felt happy somehow when seeing her stuff placed next to Harry's in the chest.

Lola crept into the bed after skin care. She played with her mobile phone for a while and then started to recall what happened today.

She was immersed in thinking how to fawn on her mother-in-law until Harry hugged her from behind.

Lola groaned out in a soft voice when her back was gently kissed. She turned around resignedly to cuddle his neck and kissed him back slowly.

Just when Harry was about to ejaculate, someone knocked at the door from outside.

Both of them paused and remembered that there was another one living in this villa except the servants who had gone home.

Lola scratched the man on top of her with a red face. Feeling agitated at being disturbed, Harry took on his nightshirt and got out of bed.

Lola hurried to cover herself up with a blanket. As expected, Rose's voice was heard from outside. "Harry, I hope I did not disturb you." Rose stood outside the door, holding a glass of milk.

"Yes, I was disturbed. What's wrong with you?" Harry blocked the view of Rose and looked at his mother with a poker face.

"You were busy in the daytime. Have a cup of milk before sleep." The frankness of her son did not embarrass Rose at all. Instead, she was a bit happy, for that was rightly her purpose. She passed the milk to him, pretending to show her care.

Harry drank up the milk in front of Rose and then pushed her out. "Mother, don't disturb us when we are in the bedroom at night, for fear that you may catch something embarrassing." Harry warned her very sincerely, which made Rose a little bit blushed.

"How can you say that to me?" Rose appeared at that moment for the purpose of disturbing their affair.

Harry closed and locked the door.

Rose was so agitated that tearing the tramp into pieces would not be enough to vent her hatred. But soon, she still heard some extremely embarrassing moan and groan outside the door.

Rose hurried back to her room. Oh, she was ashamed at that sound!

The next morning.

When they came downstairs together, Rose was already waiting at table.

She gave a big smile to Harry, but upon seeing Lola behind him, her good mood was completely vanished.

"Good morning, mother!" Ignoring the dirty look on Rose's face, Lola came up to greet her.

"I am not your mother! Can you stop being that shameless?" Rose made a rude crack, which irritated Lola.

Harry completely ignored Rose and pulled Lola to sit at the table. Lola gave a strained smile to Harry. Seated farthest from Rose, Lola was going to have breakfast.

"What are you doing? Who gives you the right to sit at table?" The arrogance of Rose made Lola clench her hands due to nervousness. She told herself that she should not be angry with Harry's mother.

"Can you stop talking and have breakfast now?!" Harry put on a cold face and picked up a bun into the plate of Lola, to indicate that he was on Lola's side.

Seeing the scowled son, Rose felt unhappy, too. "I don't have any appetite when seeing her!"

Lola stood up at once," Aunty, sorry for that. I will leave right now." Then, she trotted upstairs.

After fetching her bag from Harry's room, she went downstairs to change her shoes, without any talking to all the others. Then she drove on her motorbike towards the company.

At over 7:00 a.m., there were already many people commuting on the road. Lola drove her motorbike slowly in a low mood.

She was not a tramp! What could she do to prevent Harry's mother from treating her like this? Fawning on her? But, she had never done such things. How to fawn?

She was Harry's mother, so it was not right to get angry with her.

Alas...how annoying!

Little did she think that she might encounter such a thing, being worried about the relationship with a mother-in-law.

It was nearly noon. Lola was printing some documents when a colleague said," Lola, Mr. Cole is here for you." Lola turned her head to see Joey wave to her with smile at the door.

She put away the documents and then came over. "Mr. Cole!" She greeted Joey with a nod, which made Joey feel numb on his scalp, for he could not afford it! But as it was in the company, Joey called Lola over with a rigid face.
Hearing the news, she flew there from Uthana right away on her private airplane to confront him about it.

She never expected that her son replied straightforward, "Yes, if I don't want you to know, grandfather's assistant will never ferret out anything." So he meant that he wanted everyone to learn about his marriage with a tramp...It's really infuriating!

She would never recognize anyone to be her daughter-in-law, except Yolanda! Let alone a broken girl.

It couldn't be wrong as it was found out by the grandfather of the Lewis family... Yolanda supported herself on the side of the dressing table at a loss. It seemed that Harry didn't mean to forgive her.

"Yolanda, say something. You should come here now. I will help you to drive that tramp away. You know that. You are always the only daughter-in-law of the Lewis family in my heart!" Hearing what Rose said, Yolanda felt much better. At least, she won the support of Rose. It didn't matter. A passport? Without a wedding? Nor the recognition from the family? It would be very easy to get a divorce.

After hanging up the phone, Yolanda made a decision right away - after finishing that show, she would put off all the work...

When the black Maybach pulled up at the villa, it was already over 10 p.m. There was no one in the living room. They went to the bedroom upstairs noiselessly hand in hand.

After having a bath, Lola felt happy somehow when seeing her stuff placed next to Harry's in the chest.

Lola crept into the bed after skin care. She played with her mobile phone for a while and then started to recall what happened today.

She was immersed in thinking how to fawn on her mother-in-law until Harry hugged her from behind.

Lola groaned out in a soft voice when her back was gently kissed. She turned around resignedly to cuddle his neck and kissed him back slowly.

Just when Harry was about to ejaculate, someone knocked at the door from outside.

Both of them paused and remembered that there was another one living in this villa except the servants who had gone home.

Lola scratched the man on top of her with a red face. Feeling agitated at being disturbed, Harry took on his nightshirt and got out of bed.

Lola hurried to cover herself up with a blanket. As expected, Rose's voice was heard from outside. "Harry, I hope I did not disturb you." Rose stood outside the door, holding a glass of milk.

"Yes, I was disturbed. What's wrong with you?" Harry blocked the view of Rose and looked at his mother with a poker face.

"You were busy in the daytime. Have a cup of milk before sleep." The frankness of her son did not embarrass Rose at all. Instead, she was a bit happy, for that was rightly her purpose. She passed the milk to him, pretending to show her care.

Harry drank up the milk in front of Rose and then pushed her out. "Mother, don't disturb us when we are in the bedroom at night, for fear that you may catch something embarrassing." Harry warned her very sincerely, which made Rose a little bit blushed.

"How can you say that to me?" Rose appeared at that moment for the purpose of disturbing their affair.

Harry closed and locked the door.

Rose was so agitated that tearing the tramp into pieces would not be enough to vent her hatred. But soon, she still heard some extremely embarrassing moan and groan outside the door.

Rose hurried back to her room. Oh, she was ashamed at that sound!

The next morning.

When they came downstairs together, Rose was already waiting at table.

She gave a big smile to Harry, but upon seeing Lola behind him, her good mood was completely vanished.

"Good morning, mother!" Ignoring the dirty look on Rose's face, Lola came up to greet her.

"I am not your mother! Can you stop being that shameless?" Rose made a rude crack, which irritated Lola.

Harry completely ignored Rose and pulled Lola to sit at the table. Lola gave a strained smile to Harry. Seated farthest from Rose, Lola was going to have breakfast.

"What are you doing? Who gives you the right to sit at table?" The arrogance of Rose made Lola clench her hands due to nervousness. She told herself that she should not be angry with Harry's mother.

"Can you stop talking and have breakfast now?!" Harry put on a cold face and picked up a bun into the plate of Lola, to indicate that he was on Lola's side.

Seeing the scowled son, Rose felt unhappy, too. "I don't have any appetite when seeing her!"

Lola stood up at once," Aunty, sorry for that. I will leave right now." Then, she trotted upstairs.

After fetching her bag from Harry's room, she went downstairs to change her shoes, without any talking to all the others. Then she drove on her motorbike towards the company.

At over 7:00 a.m., there were already many people commuting on the road. Lola drove her motorbike slowly in a low mood.

She was not a tramp! What could she do to prevent Harry's mother from treating her like this? Fawning on her? But, she had never done such things. How to fawn?

She was Harry's mother, so it was not right to get angry with her.

Alas...how annoying!

Little did she think that she might encounter such a thing, being worried about the relationship with a mother-in-law.

It was nearly noon. Lola was printing some documents when a colleague said," Lola, Mr. Cole is here for you." Lola turned her head to see Joey wave to her with smile at the door.

She put away the documents and then came over. "Mr. Cole!" She greeted Joey with a nod, which made Joey feel numb on his scalp, for he could not afford it! But as it was in the company, Joey called Lola over with a rigid face.

"Boss is waiting for you in his office." Thinking of the boss's iceberg-like face in the whole morning, Joey fell into a depression, because he was the one who suffered from the boss's bad mood!

When the boss ordered him to go for Lola, Joey ran downstairs as fast as he could.

Lola followed Joey to the CEO office. However, after they left, the colleagues of the Research and Development Department burst into discussion, guessing that Lola must have some special relationship with Joey...

Seeing Lola in the uniform of the company, the secretaries working outside the CEO office were all astonished and confused. Was she working for SL company all the time?

Joey pushed the door open for Lola before returning to his desk. "Madam, my fate is in your hand now", he thought.

Seeing Lola come in, Harry closed the file in his hand and went over to ask: "What do you want for lunch?"

Did he call her over only to ask about her lunch?

"Let's have lunch together." Receiving no answer, Harry added.

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