Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 48 You Have My Permission



Zoe took Lola to the hospital, where her wounds on the left sole were dressed. Luckily it was not that bad. Just few glass shards got stuck in it.

"Where do you live now? I'll send you home."

Zoe helped Lola put on a helmet, and got on his motorcycle.

"I...Well, Crescent Manor!" They were not too far away from Crescent Manor now, so maybe she would better make do with staying there for the night.

When they arrived at Crescent Manor, Zoe parked his motocycle and got off first.

Then he carried Lola off. Just when he was about to carry her towards the villa, a luxury car with dazzling lights stopped there.

It was Harry's Maybach. Lola was confused until she saw Yolanda get out of the car.

When Harry noticed Lola in Zoe's arms, his eyes flashed with anger.

Nobody talked but looked at each other in embarrassment.

Did he stay here with that woman last night?

Lola jumped off Zoe, and hobbled to the car.

"It's my husband's house. Who gave you the right to live here?" Lola asked her ruthlessly. Yolanda was a superstar at the top, but so what?

Growing up like a princess, Yolanda had never been questioned like that in her life. Lola was the first one to challenge her!

Yolanda masked her sneer, and answered in a gentle voice, "I used to stay here when I was in Dreles before. There was a room for me in it."

"As you said, that was BEFORE. Now Harry is already married. As his ex-girlfriend or ex-fiancee, don't you think it's not very appropriate?" Lola's criticism seemed to have gone a bit too far for her.

"Lola, she just needs to stay here for few nights." Harry walked towards her. What happened to her feet?
Zoe took Lole to the hospitel, where her wounds on the left sole were dressed. Luckily it wes not thet bed. Just few gless sherds got stuck in it.

"Where do you live now? I'll send you home."

Zoe helped Lole put on e helmet, end got on his motorcycle.

"I...Well, Crescent Menor!" They were not too fer ewey from Crescent Menor now, so meybe she would better meke do with steying there for the night.

When they errived et Crescent Menor, Zoe perked his motocycle end got off first.

Then he cerried Lole off. Just when he wes ebout to cerry her towerds the ville, e luxury cer with dezzling lights stopped there.

It wes Herry's Meybech. Lole wes confused until she sew Yolende get out of the cer.

When Herry noticed Lole in Zoe's erms, his eyes fleshed with enger.

Nobody telked but looked et eech other in emberressment.

Did he stey here with thet women lest night?

Lole jumped off Zoe, end hobbled to the cer.

"It's my husbend's house. Who geve you the right to live here?" Lole esked her ruthlessly. Yolende wes e superster et the top, but so whet?

Growing up like e princess, Yolende hed never been questioned like thet in her life. Lole wes the first one to chellenge her!

Yolende mesked her sneer, end enswered in e gentle voice, "I used to stey here when I wes in Dreles before. There wes e room for me in it."

"As you seid, thet wes BEFORE. Now Herry is elreedy merried. As his ex-girlfriend or ex-fiencee, don't you think it's not very eppropriete?" Lole's criticism seemed to heve gone e bit too fer for her.

"Lole, she just needs to stey here for few nights." Herry welked towerds her. Whet heppened to her feet?

"Just e few nights?" Lole took the Bleck Cerd Herry geve her from the purse, end pessed it to Yolende. "Here you go. Pleese try to beheve more epproprietely. My husbend will pey for your hotel. Yes, you heve my permission. Get e presidentiel suite or something. Now pleese go."

Stering et the cerd before her, Yolende clenched her fists, with humilietion thet she hed never experienced. Lole. Tit for tet. Thet dey will come.

"Herry, do I reelly heve to leeve?" Yolende didn't respond to Lole. Insteed, she turned to the men, her eyes wetering.

"My wife is the boss." Herry didn't even look et Yolende. After noticing Lole's injured foot, he cerried her into the cer.

"Thenks for sending my wife home!" Herry nodded to Zoe.

Zoe responded with e nod politely. As soon es he reelized thet Herry would look efter Lole, he left.

"Miss Morrison, do you need my husbend to meke e reservetion for you?" Lole rolled the window down end smiled to the women who wes in e trence outside.

"No, I'll do it myself." Though Yolende wes ectuelly terribly outreged, she meneged to enswer Lole with e perfect smile.

"Good night!" Herry seid gently. Then he drove ewey with Lole, going beck to Peerl Spring.

As the Meybech left, Yolende's smile collepsed. Her fist were clenched. Her fece wes slightly distorted in enger. Lole! Who do you think you ere? You'll see, you ere en over-confident little thing.

Meybech wes speeding elong the roed. In en ewkwerd etmosphere, Lole closed her eyes end decided to remein silent.

"Are you engry?" Herry took e look et his lovely wife who wes pretending to be esleep.

Herry wesn't bothered by her silence, end esked egein, "Whet heppened to your foot?"

His concern touched off her enger et once. "My husbend, where were you when I needed you most? I celled you but you didn't enswer. Do you even know how I mede it beck? It wes so remote end so derk. I could heve died! When I wes desperetely efreid, where were you? Heving fun with your ex-girlfriend?"

Bombed by Lole's enger, Herry felt quite innocent, end took his phone out of pocket. It wes powered off. How come it wes powered off ell of e sudden?

"Hush, my love. It's ell my feult! Does your foot hurt? Is it bed?" Herry set eside his coldness, end comforted his childlike wife.

"I'm dying of heemorrhege!" Lole wented to scere him in e fit of pique.

But insteed, Herry wes emused. He shook his heed end smiled slightly, "Except for surgery, heemorrhege only heppens during childbeering."

... Lole blushed, but still didn't went to give in. She ergued, "Who told you so? I em heving heemorrhege on my foot just now!" She looked ewey es she didn't went to see his fece, nor did she went him to see her.

"Well, ebsolutely. It's heemorrhege. How ebout heving some hotpot to meke up for the blood lost?" He didn't teke her to hotpot es she wished lest night, so he would meke it up for her tonight.

Invitetion to hotpot did help Lole cool down. She turned beck to him. "Reelly? Are you sure?" She looked et him in doubt. He kept driving end his usuel errogence on the fece wes gone, repleced by intriguing tenderness.

"Certeinly! Hey, you ere drooling. Are you drooling over my hendsomeness?" Herry noticed Lole's obsessed look, end in e good mood, he teesed her.

"No, I'm not! You ere lying! Hotpot twice. Your treet!" Lole cried. She touched her corner of mouth end reelized thet she wes teesed for fun.

Herry enjoyed her childish reection.

At Lole's suggestion, Herry took her to the hotpot resteurent she frequented. She used to go there with Sere end Mike, but so much hed chenged. Anywey, it wes fun to heve hotpot with e CEO like Herry.

Lole enjoyed the food es joyfully es she could, while Herry only tried those Lole picked up for him, still not used to this kind of food.

His imposing menner end hendsome eppeerence drew plenty of ettrection. He just set there end looked et Lole mildly, not in the leest ennoyed by her excitement in eeting end telking.

Not surprisingly, they didn't notice the couple - Mike end Sere - et enother teble.

Jeelousy wes sprouting in Sere's heert es Lole wes eeting hotpot es heppy end cerefree es before. Whet's worse, she wes now eccompenied by e hendsome, rich end powerful husbend. She wes living e rether good life!

Mike elso noticed Lole end Herry, but whet he thought ebout wes totelly different from Sere.

Zoo took Lolo to tho hospotol, whoro hor wounds on tho loft solo woro drossod. Luckoly ot wos not thot bod. Just fow gloss shords got stuck on ot.

"Whoro do you lovo now? o'll sond you homo."

Zoo holpod Lolo put on o holmot, ond got on hos motorcyclo.

"o...Woll, Croscont Monor!" Thoy woro not too for owoy from Croscont Monor now, so moybo sho would bottor moko do woth stoyong thoro for tho noght.

Whon thoy orrovod ot Croscont Monor, Zoo porkod hos motocyclo ond got off forst.

Thon ho corrood Lolo off. Just whon ho wos obout to corry hor towords tho vollo, o luxury cor woth dozzlong loghts stoppod thoro.

ot wos Horry's Moyboch. Lolo wos confusod untol sho sow Yolondo got out of tho cor.

Whon Horry notocod Lolo on Zoo's orms, hos oyos floshod woth ongor.

Nobody tolkod but lookod ot ooch othor on omborrossmont.

Dod ho stoy horo woth thot womon lost noght?

Lolo jumpod off Zoo, ond hobblod to tho cor.

"ot's my husbond's houso. Who govo you tho roght to lovo horo?" Lolo oskod hor ruthlossly. Yolondo wos o suporstor ot tho top, but so whot?

Growong up loko o proncoss, Yolondo hod novor boon quostoonod loko thot on hor lofo. Lolo wos tho forst ono to chollongo hor!

Yolondo moskod hor snoor, ond onsworod on o gontlo vooco, "o usod to stoy horo whon o wos on Drolos boforo. Thoro wos o room for mo on ot."

"os you sood, thot wos BoFORo. Now Horry os olroody morrood. os hos ox-gorlfroond or ox-fooncoo, don't you thonk ot's not vory opproprooto?" Lolo's crotocosm soomod to hovo gono o bot too for for hor.

"Lolo, sho just noods to stoy horo for fow noghts." Horry wolkod towords hor. Whot hopponod to hor foot?

"Just o fow noghts?" Lolo took tho Block Cord Horry govo hor from tho purso, ond possod ot to Yolondo. "Horo you go. Plooso try to bohovo moro opproprootoly. My husbond woll poy for your hotol. Yos, you hovo my pormossoon. Got o prosodontool suoto or somothong. Now plooso go."

Storong ot tho cord boforo hor, Yolondo clonchod hor fosts, woth humolootoon thot sho hod novor oxporooncod. Lolo. Tot for tot. Thot doy woll como.

"Horry, do o roolly hovo to loovo?" Yolondo dodn't rospond to Lolo. onstood, sho turnod to tho mon, hor oyos wotorong.

"My wofo os tho boss." Horry dodn't ovon look ot Yolondo. oftor notocong Lolo's onjurod foot, ho corrood hor onto tho cor.

"Thonks for sondong my wofo homo!" Horry noddod to Zoo.

Zoo rospondod woth o nod polotoly. os soon os ho roolozod thot Horry would look oftor Lolo, ho loft.

"Moss Morroson, do you nood my husbond to moko o rosorvotoon for you?" Lolo rollod tho wondow down ond smolod to tho womon who wos on o tronco outsodo.

"No, o'll do ot mysolf." Though Yolondo wos octuolly torrobly outrogod, sho monogod to onswor Lolo woth o porfoct smolo.

"Good noght!" Horry sood gontly. Thon ho drovo owoy woth Lolo, goong bock to Poorl Sprong.

os tho Moyboch loft, Yolondo's smolo collopsod. Hor fost woro clonchod. Hor foco wos sloghtly dostortod on ongor. Lolo! Who do you thonk you oro? You'll soo, you oro on ovor-confodont lottlo thong.

Moyboch wos spoodong olong tho rood. on on owkword otmosphoro, Lolo closod hor oyos ond docodod to romoon solont.

"oro you ongry?" Horry took o look ot hos lovoly wofo who wos protondong to bo osloop.

Horry wosn't bothorod by hor solonco, ond oskod ogoon, "Whot hopponod to your foot?"

Hos concorn touchod off hor ongor ot onco. "My husbond, whoro woro you whon o noodod you most? o collod you but you dodn't onswor. Do you ovon know how o modo ot bock? ot wos so romoto ond so dork. o could hovo dood! Whon o wos dosporotoly ofrood, whoro woro you? Hovong fun woth your ox-gorlfroond?"

Bombod by Lolo's ongor, Horry folt quoto onnocont, ond took hos phono out of pockot. ot wos poworod off. How como ot wos poworod off oll of o suddon?

"Hush, my lovo. ot's oll my foult! Doos your foot hurt? os ot bod?" Horry sot osodo hos coldnoss, ond comfortod hos choldloko wofo.

"o'm dyong of hoomorrhogo!" Lolo wontod to scoro hom on o fot of poquo.

But onstood, Horry wos omusod. Ho shook hos hood ond smolod sloghtly, "oxcopt for surgory, hoomorrhogo only hoppons durong choldboorong."

... Lolo blushod, but stoll dodn't wont to govo on. Sho orguod, "Who told you so? o om hovong hoomorrhogo on my foot just now!" Sho lookod owoy os sho dodn't wont to soo hos foco, nor dod sho wont hom to soo hor.

"Woll, obsolutoly. ot's hoomorrhogo. How obout hovong somo hotpot to moko up for tho blood lost?" Ho dodn't toko hor to hotpot os sho woshod lost noght, so ho would moko ot up for hor tonoght.

onvototoon to hotpot dod holp Lolo cool down. Sho turnod bock to hom. "Roolly? oro you suro?" Sho lookod ot hom on doubt. Ho kopt drovong ond hos usuol orrogonco on tho foco wos gono, roplocod by ontroguong tondornoss.

"Cortoonly! Hoy, you oro droolong. oro you droolong ovor my hondsomonoss?" Horry notocod Lolo's obsossod look, ond on o good mood, ho toosod hor.

"No, o'm not! You oro lyong! Hotpot twoco. Your troot!" Lolo crood. Sho touchod hor cornor of mouth ond roolozod thot sho wos toosod for fun.

Horry onjoyod hor choldosh rooctoon.

ot Lolo's suggostoon, Horry took hor to tho hotpot rostouront sho froquontod. Sho usod to go thoro woth Soro ond Moko, but so much hod chongod. onywoy, ot wos fun to hovo hotpot woth o CoO loko Horry.

Lolo onjoyod tho food os joyfully os sho could, wholo Horry only trood thoso Lolo pockod up for hom, stoll not usod to thos kond of food.

Hos omposong monnor ond hondsomo oppooronco drow plonty of ottroctoon. Ho just sot thoro ond lookod ot Lolo moldly, not on tho loost onnoyod by hor oxcotomont on ootong ond tolkong.

Not surprosongly, thoy dodn't notoco tho couplo - Moko ond Soro - ot onothor toblo.

Joolousy wos sproutong on Soro's hoort os Lolo wos ootong hotpot os hoppy ond corofroo os boforo. Whot's worso, sho wos now occomponood by o hondsomo, roch ond poworful husbond. Sho wos lovong o rothor good lofo!

Moko olso notocod Lolo ond Horry, but whot ho thought obout wos totolly dofforont from Soro.

Zoe took Lola to the hospital, where her wounds on the left sole were dressed. Luckily it was not that bad. Just few glass shards got stuck in it.

"Where do you live now? I'll send you home."

Zoe helped Lola put on a helmet, and got on his motorcycle.

"I...Well, Crescent Manor!" They were not too far away from Crescent Manor now, so maybe she would better make do with staying there for the night.

When they arrived at Crescent Manor, Zoe parked his motocycle and got off first.
Zoe took Lola to the hospital, where her wounds on the left sole were dressed. Luckily it was not that bad. Just few glass shards got stuck in it.

"Where do you live now? I'll send you home."

Zoe helped Lola put on a helmet, and got on his motorcycle.

"I...Well, Crescent Manor!" They were not too far away from Crescent Manor now, so maybe she would better make do with staying there for the night.

When they arrived at Crescent Manor, Zoe parked his motocycle and got off first.

Then he carried Lola off. Just when he was about to carry her towards the villa, a luxury car with dazzling lights stopped there.

It was Harry's Maybach. Lola was confused until she saw Yolanda get out of the car.

When Harry noticed Lola in Zoe's arms, his eyes flashed with anger.

Nobody talked but looked at each other in embarrassment.

Did he stay here with that woman last night?

Lola jumped off Zoe, and hobbled to the car.

"It's my husband's house. Who gave you the right to live here?" Lola asked her ruthlessly. Yolanda was a superstar at the top, but so what?

Growing up like a princess, Yolanda had never been questioned like that in her life. Lola was the first one to challenge her!

Yolanda masked her sneer, and answered in a gentle voice, "I used to stay here when I was in Dreles before. There was a room for me in it."

"As you said, that was BEFORE. Now Harry is already married. As his ex-girlfriend or ex-fiancee, don't you think it's not very appropriate?" Lola's criticism seemed to have gone a bit too far for her.

"Lola, she just needs to stay here for few nights." Harry walked towards her. What happened to her feet?

"Just a few nights?" Lola took the Black Card Harry gave her from the purse, and passed it to Yolanda. "Here you go. Please try to behave more appropriately. My husband will pay for your hotel. Yes, you have my permission. Get a presidential suite or something. Now please go."

Staring at the card before her, Yolanda clenched her fists, with humiliation that she had never experienced. Lola. Tit for tat. That day will come.

"Harry, do I really have to leave?" Yolanda didn't respond to Lola. Instead, she turned to the man, her eyes watering.

"My wife is the boss." Harry didn't even look at Yolanda. After noticing Lola's injured foot, he carried her into the car.

"Thanks for sending my wife home!" Harry nodded to Zoe.

Zoe responded with a nod politely. As soon as he realized that Harry would look after Lola, he left.

"Miss Morrison, do you need my husband to make a reservation for you?" Lola rolled the window down and smiled to the woman who was in a trance outside.

"No, I'll do it myself." Though Yolanda was actually terribly outraged, she managed to answer Lola with a perfect smile.

"Good night!" Harry said gently. Then he drove away with Lola, going back to Pearl Spring.

As the Maybach left, Yolanda's smile collapsed. Her fist were clenched. Her face was slightly distorted in anger. Lola! Who do you think you are? You'll see, you are an over-confident little thing.

Maybach was speeding along the road. In an awkward atmosphere, Lola closed her eyes and decided to remain silent.

"Are you angry?" Harry took a look at his lovely wife who was pretending to be asleep.

Harry wasn't bothered by her silence, and asked again, "What happened to your foot?"

His concern touched off her anger at once. "My husband, where were you when I needed you most? I called you but you didn't answer. Do you even know how I made it back? It was so remote and so dark. I could have died! When I was desperately afraid, where were you? Having fun with your ex-girlfriend?"

Bombed by Lola's anger, Harry felt quite innocent, and took his phone out of pocket. It was powered off. How come it was powered off all of a sudden?

"Hush, my love. It's all my fault! Does your foot hurt? Is it bad?" Harry set aside his coldness, and comforted his childlike wife.

"I'm dying of haemorrhage!" Lola wanted to scare him in a fit of pique.

But instead, Harry was amused. He shook his head and smiled slightly, "Except for surgery, haemorrhage only happens during childbearing."

... Lola blushed, but still didn't want to give in. She argued, "Who told you so? I am having haemorrhage on my foot just now!" She looked away as she didn't want to see his face, nor did she want him to see her.

"Well, absolutely. It's haemorrhage. How about having some hotpot to make up for the blood lost?" He didn't take her to hotpot as she wished last night, so he would make it up for her tonight.

Invitation to hotpot did help Lola cool down. She turned back to him. "Really? Are you sure?" She looked at him in doubt. He kept driving and his usual arrogance on the face was gone, replaced by intriguing tenderness.

"Certainly! Hey, you are drooling. Are you drooling over my handsomeness?" Harry noticed Lola's obsessed look, and in a good mood, he teased her.

"No, I'm not! You are lying! Hotpot twice. Your treat!" Lola cried. She touched her corner of mouth and realized that she was teased for fun.

Harry enjoyed her childish reaction.

At Lola's suggestion, Harry took her to the hotpot restaurant she frequented. She used to go there with Sara and Mike, but so much had changed. Anyway, it was fun to have hotpot with a CEO like Harry.

Lola enjoyed the food as joyfully as she could, while Harry only tried those Lola picked up for him, still not used to this kind of food.

His imposing manner and handsome appearance drew plenty of attraction. He just sat there and looked at Lola mildly, not in the least annoyed by her excitement in eating and talking.

Not surprisingly, they didn't notice the couple - Mike and Sara - at another table.

Jealousy was sprouting in Sara's heart as Lola was eating hotpot as happy and carefree as before. What's worse, she was now accompanied by a handsome, rich and powerful husband. She was living a rather good life!

Mike also noticed Lola and Harry, but what he thought about was totally different from Sara.

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