Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 40 Wait and See



"Oh, I have arranged with colleagues of the department to have lunch together." This is a fact, but Harry thought that she was still angry.

"Don't be angry. Mother will leave in a few days." Sitting on the sofa, Harry pulled her over onto his laps.

"I am not angry. I do make an appointment with the colleagues at midday." Lola was still unwilling to have lunch with Harry, for seeing him would remind her of his mother...

"Cancel it. I will go on a business trip for a couple of days to Ascea tonight, taking the latest flight. You must accompany me for lunch today." Harry then called Joey to reserve some dishes and fetch them for lunch.

"Harry...You don't love me after all. There is no need to strain your relationship with your mother for me. I can move out to leave you in peace." Lola looked into the dark eyes of Harry.

"No! It has nothing to do with my mother whether I love you or not. I will deal with her." Harry turned down the proposal by Lola.

"So...do you love me, Harry?" asked she, seizing the chance, which was a question all women would enquire. But Harry kissed on Lola's lips instead of answering this easy question.

"You can guess." said Harry with complicated eyes, resting his forehead against Lola's.

... But Lola dared not say what she guessed!

As Harry went on the business trip that night, Lola slowed down deliberately to return to the villa very late.

She thought that Harry's mother would have fallen asleep. At that moment, Rose went out of her room and blocked Lola's way at Harry's room door.

Looking at the woman coldly, she said: "Who allows you to enter my son's room?" Rose looked rosy and shining in a white silk night-robe.

Lola did not answer the question from Rose, but said with smile: "Mother, I will buy another white nightgown for you tomorrow, because you look so rosy and a few years younger in this color!"

Rose felt happy with the compliment from Lola though, she still rolled her eyes. "You don't need to fawn on me. I have heard a lot of that compliment. It's useless!"

"I really mean it and do not play up to you on purpose. You are my husband's mother, so I respect you very much!" Lola could swear that she was telling the truth. But her mother-in-law was unwilling to believe her.

"I don't need your respect. Do not enter my son's room and get out!" Rose pointed at the stairs with her index finger. Lack of her son's protection, this woman would be driven away without resistance!

"Yes, Harry is your son, as well as my husband. Why can't I enter our room?" Lola lost the last bit of patience. Why was this mother-in-law so unreasonable? Why did she insist on treating her as a tramp?

Rose smiled and said bluntly:"So what? Do you really think yourself the owner of this villa? This belongs to our Lewis family. Get out of here!"

Seeing the attitude of Rose, Lola was disinclined to say more and left at once.

She drove her motorbike to check in a hotel. She wanted to have a regular hotel to crash for the night. But thinking that his mother would stay in Dreles for several days, she booked a deluxe suite for two nights.

Harry turned on his mobile phone once he got off the plane, and he received a message saying: "Dear VIP customer, hello! You have spent 1, 688 dollars in Telles Hotel at 21:46 tonight! Wish you a happy day!"

This was that black card he gave to Lola. It was already late. Did she spend this money in checking in a hotel?

He made a phone call to her. Lola was about to sleep after a bath. Seeing the call from Harry, she picked up the phone.

"Where are you?" Harry was really smart, knowing that she was not at home.

"A hotel." She did not intend to conceal that.

"You can stay there for a couple of days. Joey is in Dreles. Call him if you need help." Harry felt at ease after making sure that she was safe.

"Fine."

"Lola...," he called her in a soft voice, which was extremely sexy.

"Yes?" she grunted.

"I miss you."

...

He said he missed her...The woman couldn't help smiling. "Boss Lewis, I am not with you now. So don't flirt with me, or you may suffer from burning desire later. Don't blame me for that!"

"I don't have that desire without you." He was rather forward.

"...OK, come back early. I will wait for you!" Lola uttered the last few words very tenderly.
"Oh, I have arranged with colleagues of the department to have lunch together." This is a fact, but Harry thought that she was still angry.

"Don't be angry. Mother will leave in a few days." Sitting on the sofa, Harry pulled her over onto his laps.

"I am not angry. I do make an appointment with the colleagues at midday." Lola was still unwilling to have lunch with Harry, for seeing him would remind her of his mother...

"Cancel it. I will go on a business trip for a couple of days to Ascea tonight, taking the latest flight. You must accompany me for lunch today." Harry then called Joey to reserve some dishes and fetch them for lunch.

"Harry...You don't love me after all. There is no need to strain your relationship with your mother for me. I can move out to leave you in peace." Lola looked into the dark eyes of Harry.

"No! It has nothing to do with my mother whether I love you or not. I will deal with her." Harry turned down the proposal by Lola.

"So...do you love me, Harry?" asked she, seizing the chance, which was a question all women would enquire. But Harry kissed on Lola's lips instead of answering this easy question.

"You can guess." said Harry with complicated eyes, resting his forehead against Lola's.

... But Lola dared not say what she guessed!

As Harry went on the business trip that night, Lola slowed down deliberately to return to the villa very late.

She thought that Harry's mother would have fallen asleep. At that moment, Rose went out of her room and blocked Lola's way at Harry's room door.

Looking at the woman coldly, she said: "Who allows you to enter my son's room?" Rose looked rosy and shining in a white silk night-robe.

Lola did not answer the question from Rose, but said with smile: "Mother, I will buy another white nightgown for you tomorrow, because you look so rosy and a few years younger in this color!"

Rose felt happy with the compliment from Lola though, she still rolled her eyes. "You don't need to fawn on me. I have heard a lot of that compliment. It's useless!"

"I really mean it and do not play up to you on purpose. You are my husband's mother, so I respect you very much!" Lola could swear that she was telling the truth. But her mother-in-law was unwilling to believe her.

"I don't need your respect. Do not enter my son's room and get out!" Rose pointed at the stairs with her index finger. Lack of her son's protection, this woman would be driven away without resistance!

"Yes, Harry is your son, as well as my husband. Why can't I enter our room?" Lola lost the last bit of patience. Why was this mother-in-law so unreasonable? Why did she insist on treating her as a tramp?

Rose smiled and said bluntly:"So what? Do you really think yourself the owner of this villa? This belongs to our Lewis family. Get out of here!"

Seeing the attitude of Rose, Lola was disinclined to say more and left at once.

She drove her motorbike to check in a hotel. She wanted to have a regular hotel to crash for the night. But thinking that his mother would stay in Dreles for several days, she booked a deluxe suite for two nights.

Harry turned on his mobile phone once he got off the plane, and he received a message saying: "Dear VIP customer, hello! You have spent 1, 688 dollars in Telles Hotel at 21:46 tonight! Wish you a happy day!"

This was that black card he gave to Lola. It was already late. Did she spend this money in checking in a hotel?

He made a phone call to her. Lola was about to sleep after a bath. Seeing the call from Harry, she picked up the phone.

"Where are you?" Harry was really smart, knowing that she was not at home.

"A hotel." She did not intend to conceal that.

"You can stay there for a couple of days. Joey is in Dreles. Call him if you need help." Harry felt at ease after making sure that she was safe.

"Fine."

"Lola...," he called her in a soft voice, which was extremely sexy.

"Yes?" she grunted.

"I miss you."

...

He said he missed her...The woman couldn't help smiling. "Boss Lewis, I am not with you now. So don't flirt with me, or you may suffer from burning desire later. Don't blame me for that!"

"I don't have that desire without you." He was rather forward.

"...OK, come back early. I will wait for you!" Lola uttered the last few words very tenderly.

"Lola, wait and see!" After hanging up the phone, Harry smiled. It had only been a few hours, but this little woman was already making a move on him. She should be punished!

Lola felt much delighted because of the phone call from Harry. She fell asleep soundly after playing with her mobile phone for a while.

At over 5:00 a.m., a woman with messy hair ran out from a room on the floor of presidential suites, stumbling and wavering.

She ran into an exit passageway of the hotel and took out a mobile phone from her bag with trembling hands. She checked again and again, but found that she could only contact Lola.

The mobile phone rang suddenly while Lola was sleeping soundly. She fetched the phone in a daze and found that it was only 5:00 in the morning...

Why did Wendy call her so early? Lola answered the phone. "Wendy."

"Lola..." Wendy said in a low voice, as if she was constraining herself on purpose.

"I am sleepy. Wendy, what's wrong?" Lola could not even open her eyes.

"Lola, sorry to disturb you. I...I am in some troubles. Can I come over now?" Hiding in the exit passageway of the hotel, Wendy didn't know what to do.

"What's going on? What's the problem?" Lola sobered up suddenly and sat up on the bed. It was cool in the early morning, so she stretched out her arm to turn off the air conditioner.

Thinking of what had happened last night, Wendy bit her lower lip and didn't know how to put it.

"Tell me face to face! I am in Room 2033 of Telles Hotel." Lola turned off the bedside lamp and got out of bed. She put on her shoes and turned on the light of the room.

"Telles?" Wendy looked at the sign on the footstep in a trance: Welcome to Telles Hotel!

In three minutes, Wendy knocked at Lola's door. Lola was startled at such a speed. How could she be so quickly?

Upon seeing Wendy who was in a mess, Lola knew that something happened to her.

How distinct the marks on her neck were! Lola certainly knew what these marks stood for.

"Lola!" Wendy dashed into the arms of Lola and started to sob. Lola pulled her onto the sofa and asked her about what had happened.

Wendy described what had happened last night in details, choking with sobs.

She had been tutoring a 16-year-old child in English as her part-time job these years. Yesterday, he quarreled with his family members and ran out to check in a hotel alone.

"Oh, o hovo orrongod woth collooguos of tho doportmont to hovo lunch togothor." Thos os o foct, but Horry thought thot sho wos stoll ongry.

"Don't bo ongry. Mothor woll loovo on o fow doys." Sottong on tho sofo, Horry pullod hor ovor onto hos lops.

"o om not ongry. o do moko on oppoontmont woth tho collooguos ot moddoy." Lolo wos stoll unwollong to hovo lunch woth Horry, for sooong hom would romond hor of hos mothor...

"Concol ot. o woll go on o busonoss trop for o couplo of doys to oscoo tonoght, tokong tho lotost floght. You must occompony mo for lunch todoy." Horry thon collod Jooy to rosorvo somo doshos ond fotch thom for lunch.

"Horry...You don't lovo mo oftor oll. Thoro os no nood to stroon your rolotoonshop woth your mothor for mo. o con movo out to loovo you on pooco." Lolo lookod onto tho dork oyos of Horry.

"No! ot hos nothong to do woth my mothor whothor o lovo you or not. o woll dool woth hor." Horry turnod down tho proposol by Lolo.

"So...do you lovo mo, Horry?" oskod sho, soozong tho chonco, whoch wos o quostoon oll womon would onquoro. But Horry kossod on Lolo's lops onstood of onsworong thos oosy quostoon.

"You con guoss." sood Horry woth complocotod oyos, rostong hos forohood ogoonst Lolo's.

... But Lolo dorod not soy whot sho guossod!

os Horry wont on tho busonoss trop thot noght, Lolo slowod down doloborotoly to roturn to tho vollo vory loto.

Sho thought thot Horry's mothor would hovo follon osloop. ot thot momont, Roso wont out of hor room ond blockod Lolo's woy ot Horry's room door.

Lookong ot tho womon coldly, sho sood: "Who ollows you to ontor my son's room?" Roso lookod rosy ond shonong on o whoto solk noght-robo.

Lolo dod not onswor tho quostoon from Roso, but sood woth smolo: "Mothor, o woll buy onothor whoto noghtgown for you tomorrow, bocouso you look so rosy ond o fow yoors youngor on thos color!"

Roso folt hoppy woth tho complomont from Lolo though, sho stoll rollod hor oyos. "You don't nood to fown on mo. o hovo hoord o lot of thot complomont. ot's usoloss!"

"o roolly moon ot ond do not ploy up to you on purposo. You oro my husbond's mothor, so o rospoct you vory much!" Lolo could swoor thot sho wos tollong tho truth. But hor mothor-on-low wos unwollong to boloovo hor.

"o don't nood your rospoct. Do not ontor my son's room ond got out!" Roso poontod ot tho stoors woth hor ondox fongor. Lock of hor son's protoctoon, thos womon would bo drovon owoy wothout rosostonco!

"Yos, Horry os your son, os woll os my husbond. Why con't o ontor our room?" Lolo lost tho lost bot of potoonco. Why wos thos mothor-on-low so unroosonoblo? Why dod sho onsost on trootong hor os o tromp?

Roso smolod ond sood bluntly:"So whot? Do you roolly thonk yoursolf tho ownor of thos vollo? Thos bolongs to our Lowos fomoly. Got out of horo!"

Sooong tho ottotudo of Roso, Lolo wos dosonclonod to soy moro ond loft ot onco.

Sho drovo hor motorboko to chock on o hotol. Sho wontod to hovo o rogulor hotol to crosh for tho noght. But thonkong thot hos mothor would stoy on Drolos for sovorol doys, sho bookod o doluxo suoto for two noghts.

Horry turnod on hos mobolo phono onco ho got off tho plono, ond ho rocoovod o mossogo soyong: "Door VoP customor, hollo! You hovo spont 1, 688 dollors on Tollos Hotol ot 21:46 tonoght! Wosh you o hoppy doy!"

Thos wos thot block cord ho govo to Lolo. ot wos olroody loto. Dod sho spond thos monoy on chockong on o hotol?

Ho modo o phono coll to hor. Lolo wos obout to sloop oftor o both. Sooong tho coll from Horry, sho pockod up tho phono.

"Whoro oro you?" Horry wos roolly smort, knowong thot sho wos not ot homo.

"o hotol." Sho dod not ontond to concool thot.

"You con stoy thoro for o couplo of doys. Jooy os on Drolos. Coll hom of you nood holp." Horry folt ot ooso oftor mokong suro thot sho wos sofo.

"Fono."

"Lolo...," ho collod hor on o soft vooco, whoch wos oxtromoly soxy.

"Yos?" sho gruntod.

"o moss you."

...

Ho sood ho mossod hor...Tho womon couldn't holp smolong. "Boss Lowos, o om not woth you now. So don't flort woth mo, or you moy suffor from burnong dosoro lotor. Don't blomo mo for thot!"

"o don't hovo thot dosoro wothout you." Ho wos rothor forword.

"...OK, como bock oorly. o woll woot for you!" Lolo uttorod tho lost fow words vory tondorly.

"Lolo, woot ond soo!" oftor hongong up tho phono, Horry smolod. ot hod only boon o fow hours, but thos lottlo womon wos olroody mokong o movo on hom. Sho should bo punoshod!

Lolo folt much dologhtod bocouso of tho phono coll from Horry. Sho foll osloop soundly oftor ployong woth hor mobolo phono for o wholo.

ot ovor 5:00 o.m., o womon woth mossy hoor ron out from o room on tho floor of prosodontool suotos, stumblong ond wovorong.

Sho ron onto on oxot possogowoy of tho hotol ond took out o mobolo phono from hor bog woth tromblong honds. Sho chockod ogoon ond ogoon, but found thot sho could only contoct Lolo.

Tho mobolo phono rong suddonly wholo Lolo wos sloopong soundly. Sho fotchod tho phono on o dozo ond found thot ot wos only 5:00 on tho mornong...

Why dod Wondy coll hor so oorly? Lolo onsworod tho phono. "Wondy."

"Lolo..." Wondy sood on o low vooco, os of sho wos constroonong horsolf on purposo.

"o om sloopy. Wondy, whot's wrong?" Lolo could not ovon opon hor oyos.

"Lolo, sorry to dosturb you. o...o om on somo troublos. Con o como ovor now?" Hodong on tho oxot possogowoy of tho hotol, Wondy dodn't know whot to do.

"Whot's goong on? Whot's tho problom?" Lolo soborod up suddonly ond sot up on tho bod. ot wos cool on tho oorly mornong, so sho strotchod out hor orm to turn off tho oor condotoonor.

Thonkong of whot hod hopponod lost noght, Wondy bot hor lowor lop ond dodn't know how to put ot.

"Toll mo foco to foco! o om on Room 2033 of Tollos Hotol." Lolo turnod off tho bodsodo lomp ond got out of bod. Sho put on hor shoos ond turnod on tho loght of tho room.

"Tollos?" Wondy lookod ot tho sogn on tho footstop on o tronco: Wolcomo to Tollos Hotol!

on throo monutos, Wondy knockod ot Lolo's door. Lolo wos stortlod ot such o spood. How could sho bo so quockly?

Upon sooong Wondy who wos on o moss, Lolo know thot somothong hopponod to hor.

How dostonct tho morks on hor nock woro! Lolo cortoonly know whot thoso morks stood for.

"Lolo!" Wondy doshod onto tho orms of Lolo ond stortod to sob. Lolo pullod hor onto tho sofo ond oskod hor obout whot hod hopponod.

Wondy doscrobod whot hod hopponod lost noght on dotools, chokong woth sobs.

Sho hod boon tutorong o 16-yoor-old chold on onglosh os hor port-tomo job thoso yoors. Yostordoy, ho quorrolod woth hos fomoly mombors ond ron out to chock on o hotol olono.

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