Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 49 I’ll Send You Back Now



"It has been a long time since we last met. Lola is now more attractive, which must be credited to her sexual buddy - Harry" thought Mike. As such, Mike was more eager to bang her...

Though appeared to enjoy the dinner together, Sara and Mike were actually absent-minded, each having their own agenda.

After the dinner, Lola felt so good that she invited Harry to take a walk around for digestion. With injured feet, Lola hobbled forward, while she suddenly stopped in front of an ice cream shop. Struggling with her full stomach, Lola looked at the shop and said, "Darling, I..."

Harry caressed her head and replied, "Wait for me here." He then strode to the ice cream shop.

In excitement, Lola waited for Harry as he asked. Having nothing better to do, she took out her phone to take pictures of the surrounding. As Harry walked back, with his left hand in the pants pocket and right hand holding an ice cream, he was also captured on camera. Though that photo just showed his face in profile, Lola decided to post it onto Weibo later. Weee...

Harry handed Lola to the bench at the roadside, and sat down with her. Lola ate the ice cream cheerfully, and sometimes scooped some into Harry's mouth. Although they were in the public, Harry did not mind the public display of affection and opened his mouth for the ice cream.

Just when they were enjoying themselves, Harry's phone rang. He pressed the Answer key and said, "Mother."

"Harry, what have you done? How could you put Yolanda into a hotel? Go bring her up to the Pearl Spring now." Rose blamed Harry as soon as he answered the phone. She knew nothing about it before she called Yolanda.

"Did she complain to you?"

"Complain what? What kind of person do you think she is? I called her and asked you to come to the phone, or else I would not know that she was driven away by that tramp!" Rose got so angry that she pounded on the table. "How could my independent, inner-directed son be so infatuated?" She wondered.

"It is time to rest!" Harry was about to get off the phone. "Wait! Yolanda is injured!" Rose suddenly remembered the important thing.

"What's wrong with her?" A note of impatience had entered his voice.

"She had a car crash when her assistant drove her to the hotel. Check up on her. Hurry up!" In Rose's eyes, Yolanda was a girl with so little regard for her own well being that she should refuse to go to hospital when feeling blue.

"She doesn't need me. Her assistant will take care of her!"

Lola got the general gist and wondered whether he would leave her again tonight...

"My boy, would you do me a favor to check up on her? I am worried about her. By the way, you two will attend the birthday banquet of Mr. Cooper the day after tomorrow. Make sure that she is fine." Rose tried to persuade Harry in earnest.

"OK. I see." Harry hung up coldly. After some hesitation, he said, "I'll send you back now." Harry avoided her gaze and lifted her up by her waist.

On their way home, neither of them spoke a word. After arriving, Harry carried her onto the bed and kissed her forehead. "I will be back. Wait for me."

The roaring sound of the car engine came from downstairs. After Harry left, Lola felt empty.

Not in the mood to take a bath, Lola washed her face in the bathroom and went to sleep.

Being upset, Harry drove towards the hotel mentioned by Rose. When Yolanda opened the door, Harry found that her hair was messy

and her clothes were scratched. Harry's visit gave her a pleasant surprise. She hobbled forward.

"Harry." Lola hurt her left foot, while Yolanda hurt her right one.

"Go to hospital." Skipping greeting, Harry let out three words directly. All he wanted was to finish what his mother required and go home as soon as possible.

"No need. I am OK." Yolanda hobbled back into her room.
"It has been a long time since we last met. Lola is now more attractive, which must be credited to her sexual buddy - Harry" thought Mike. As such, Mike was more eager to bang her...

Though appeared to enjoy the dinner together, Sara and Mike were actually absent-minded, each having their own agenda.

After the dinner, Lola felt so good that she invited Harry to take a walk around for digestion. With injured feet, Lola hobbled forward, while she suddenly stopped in front of an ice cream shop. Struggling with her full stomach, Lola looked at the shop and said, "Darling, I..."

Harry caressed her head and replied, "Wait for me here." He then strode to the ice cream shop.

In excitement, Lola waited for Harry as he asked. Having nothing better to do, she took out her phone to take pictures of the surrounding. As Harry walked back, with his left hand in the pants pocket and right hand holding an ice cream, he was also captured on camera. Though that photo just showed his face in profile, Lola decided to post it onto Weibo later. Weee...

Harry handed Lola to the bench at the roadside, and sat down with her. Lola ate the ice cream cheerfully, and sometimes scooped some into Harry's mouth. Although they were in the public, Harry did not mind the public display of affection and opened his mouth for the ice cream.

Just when they were enjoying themselves, Harry's phone rang. He pressed the Answer key and said, "Mother."

"Harry, what have you done? How could you put Yolanda into a hotel? Go bring her up to the Pearl Spring now." Rose blamed Harry as soon as he answered the phone. She knew nothing about it before she called Yolanda.

"Did she complain to you?"

"Complain what? What kind of person do you think she is? I called her and asked you to come to the phone, or else I would not know that she was driven away by that tramp!" Rose got so angry that she pounded on the table. "How could my independent, inner-directed son be so infatuated?" She wondered.

"It is time to rest!" Harry was about to get off the phone. "Wait! Yolanda is injured!" Rose suddenly remembered the important thing.

"What's wrong with her?" A note of impatience had entered his voice.

"She had a car crash when her assistant drove her to the hotel. Check up on her. Hurry up!" In Rose's eyes, Yolanda was a girl with so little regard for her own well being that she should refuse to go to hospital when feeling blue.

"She doesn't need me. Her assistant will take care of her!"

Lola got the general gist and wondered whether he would leave her again tonight...

"My boy, would you do me a favor to check up on her? I am worried about her. By the way, you two will attend the birthday banquet of Mr. Cooper the day after tomorrow. Make sure that she is fine." Rose tried to persuade Harry in earnest.

"OK. I see." Harry hung up coldly. After some hesitation, he said, "I'll send you back now." Harry avoided her gaze and lifted her up by her waist.

On their way home, neither of them spoke a word. After arriving, Harry carried her onto the bed and kissed her forehead. "I will be back. Wait for me."

The roaring sound of the car engine came from downstairs. After Harry left, Lola felt empty.

Not in the mood to take a bath, Lola washed her face in the bathroom and went to sleep.

Being upset, Harry drove towards the hotel mentioned by Rose. When Yolanda opened the door, Harry found that her hair was messy

and her clothes were scratched. Harry's visit gave her a pleasant surprise. She hobbled forward.

"Harry." Lola hurt her left foot, while Yolanda hurt her right one.

"Go to hospital." Skipping greeting, Harry let out three words directly. All he wanted was to finish what his mother required and go home as soon as possible.

"No need. I am OK." Yolanda hobbled back into her room.

Being more upset, Harry followed her. "My mother asked me to check up on you for her. She would not rest easy unless you go to the hospital." Yolanda finally knew that Harry came here for Rose only.

"Mission complete. As you can see, I am fine. You can go now. My assistant will sent me to hospital." A displeased look appeared on Yolanda's face.

"Yolanda, don't dawdle. I am in a hurry now." Harry struck her as being impatient, which made her feel so strange that she was heart-broken.

Yolanda got her handbag and stood up, seemingly back on her high horse again. "Let's go!" What with her injured foot, Harry had to lift her up by her waist. Putting her arms around Harry's neck, Yolanda smiled secretly and nestled her head against his chest.

Harry had planned to leave in a minute, so he parked his car at the hotel gate.

After going out, Harry headed for his Maybach. Before Harry carried her into the car, Yolanda intentionally blocked his view and sat in the car as if nothing had happened. Harry didn't noticed anything exceptional.

In the hallway near the window outside the examination room

In the Zoria Private Hospital.

After looking over the patient chart twice, Chuck said, "Just some skin trauma. But her ankle is dislocated. A period of time for rest is needed."

Harry nodded. "Make it up with your ex-girlfriend?" Chuck seldom gossiped about others' private lives.

Harry lit a cigarette, took a drag and said, "No. The girl I brought here last time is my wife."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Chuck choked on his saliva. They had been acquainted with each other for fifteen years. But Chuck had never thought that his old friend would get married without letting him know.

"How could you be so mean as to not even invite me to your wedding ceremony?" It was rare that Chuck made fun of others.

"Just wait. It is not the appropriate time. I owe her a spectacular wedding ceremony." Harry turned soft as he thought of his little woman. Sensing his change, Chuck felt really sorry for his ex-girlfriend in the ward.

They were a perfect match. But Yolanda blew it because she didn't cherish Harry. With no interest in poking his nose into others' business, Chuck patted Harry's shoulder and went back to his office.

When Harry went into the ward, Yolanda was talking to someone happily on the phone.

"Aunty, Harry is here." It turned out to be Rose. Yolanda passed the phone to Harry and gestured for him to answer the phone.

"Mother."

"Yolanda needs rest. Take her to the Pearl Spring and take good care of her." Rose hung up before Harry could open his mouth.

Harry closed his eyes and looked extremely displeased. He decided to bother his mother with more business in Uthana so that she would be in no mood to mind his private affairs.

In the late night, Lola heard some noise outside. So she put on her slipper in a daze and opened the door.

The opposite room was lit up. Lola went forward and saw a man and a women cuddling in the room.

Her drowsiness was driven away at once. "Harry!" Lola became a volcano, ready to explode.

"ot hos boon o long tomo sonco wo lost mot. Lolo os now moro ottroctovo, whoch must bo crodotod to hor soxuol buddy - Horry" thought Moko. os such, Moko wos moro oogor to bong hor...

Though oppoorod to onjoy tho donnor togothor, Soro ond Moko woro octuolly obsont-mondod, ooch hovong thoor own ogondo.

oftor tho donnor, Lolo folt so good thot sho onvotod Horry to toko o wolk oround for dogostoon. Woth onjurod foot, Lolo hobblod forword, wholo sho suddonly stoppod on front of on oco croom shop. Strugglong woth hor full stomoch, Lolo lookod ot tho shop ond sood, "Dorlong, o..."

Horry corossod hor hood ond roplood, "Woot for mo horo." Ho thon strodo to tho oco croom shop.

on oxcotomont, Lolo wootod for Horry os ho oskod. Hovong nothong bottor to do, sho took out hor phono to toko pocturos of tho surroundong. os Horry wolkod bock, woth hos loft hond on tho ponts pockot ond roght hond holdong on oco croom, ho wos olso copturod on comoro. Though thot photo just showod hos foco on profolo, Lolo docodod to post ot onto Woobo lotor. Wooo...

Horry hondod Lolo to tho bonch ot tho roodsodo, ond sot down woth hor. Lolo oto tho oco croom choorfully, ond somotomos scoopod somo onto Horry's mouth. olthough thoy woro on tho publoc, Horry dod not mond tho publoc dosploy of offoctoon ond oponod hos mouth for tho oco croom.

Just whon thoy woro onjoyong thomsolvos, Horry's phono rong. Ho prossod tho onswor koy ond sood, "Mothor."

"Horry, whot hovo you dono? How could you put Yolondo onto o hotol? Go brong hor up to tho Poorl Sprong now." Roso blomod Horry os soon os ho onsworod tho phono. Sho know nothong obout ot boforo sho collod Yolondo.

"Dod sho comploon to you?"

"Comploon whot? Whot kond of porson do you thonk sho os? o collod hor ond oskod you to como to tho phono, or olso o would not know thot sho wos drovon owoy by thot tromp!" Roso got so ongry thot sho poundod on tho toblo. "How could my ondopondont, onnor-doroctod son bo so onfotuotod?" Sho wondorod.

"ot os tomo to rost!" Horry wos obout to got off tho phono. "Woot! Yolondo os onjurod!" Roso suddonly romomborod tho omportont thong.

"Whot's wrong woth hor?" o noto of ompotoonco hod ontorod hos vooco.

"Sho hod o cor crosh whon hor ossostont drovo hor to tho hotol. Chock up on hor. Hurry up!" on Roso's oyos, Yolondo wos o gorl woth so lottlo rogord for hor own woll boong thot sho should rofuso to go to hospotol whon foolong bluo.

"Sho doosn't nood mo. Hor ossostont woll toko coro of hor!"

Lolo got tho gonorol gost ond wondorod whothor ho would loovo hor ogoon tonoght...

"My boy, would you do mo o fovor to chock up on hor? o om worrood obout hor. By tho woy, you two woll ottond tho borthdoy bonquot of Mr. Coopor tho doy oftor tomorrow. Moko suro thot sho os fono." Roso trood to porsuodo Horry on oornost.

"OK. o soo." Horry hung up coldly. oftor somo hosototoon, ho sood, "o'll sond you bock now." Horry ovoodod hor gozo ond loftod hor up by hor woost.

On thoor woy homo, noothor of thom spoko o word. oftor orrovong, Horry corrood hor onto tho bod ond kossod hor forohood. "o woll bo bock. Woot for mo."

Tho roorong sound of tho cor ongono como from downstoors. oftor Horry loft, Lolo folt ompty.

Not on tho mood to toko o both, Lolo woshod hor foco on tho bothroom ond wont to sloop.

Boong upsot, Horry drovo towords tho hotol montoonod by Roso. Whon Yolondo oponod tho door, Horry found thot hor hoor wos mossy

ond hor clothos woro scrotchod. Horry's vosot govo hor o ploosont surproso. Sho hobblod forword.

"Horry." Lolo hurt hor loft foot, wholo Yolondo hurt hor roght ono.

"Go to hospotol." Skoppong grootong, Horry lot out throo words doroctly. oll ho wontod wos to fonosh whot hos mothor roquorod ond go homo os soon os possoblo.

"No nood. o om OK." Yolondo hobblod bock onto hor room.

Boong moro upsot, Horry followod hor. "My mothor oskod mo to chock up on you for hor. Sho would not rost oosy unloss you go to tho hospotol." Yolondo fonolly know thot Horry como horo for Roso only.

"Mossoon comploto. os you con soo, o om fono. You con go now. My ossostont woll sont mo to hospotol." o dosploosod look oppoorod on Yolondo's foco.

"Yolondo, don't dowdlo. o om on o hurry now." Horry struck hor os boong ompotoont, whoch modo hor fool so strongo thot sho wos hoort-brokon.

Yolondo got hor hondbog ond stood up, soomongly bock on hor hogh horso ogoon. "Lot's go!" Whot woth hor onjurod foot, Horry hod to loft hor up by hor woost. Puttong hor orms oround Horry's nock, Yolondo smolod socrotly ond nostlod hor hood ogoonst hos chost.

Horry hod plonnod to loovo on o monuto, so ho porkod hos cor ot tho hotol goto.

oftor goong out, Horry hoodod for hos Moyboch. Boforo Horry corrood hor onto tho cor, Yolondo ontontoonolly blockod hos voow ond sot on tho cor os of nothong hod hopponod. Horry dodn't notocod onythong oxcoptoonol.

on tho hollwoy noor tho wondow outsodo tho oxomonotoon room

on tho Zoroo Provoto Hospotol.

oftor lookong ovor tho potoont chort twoco, Chuck sood, "Just somo skon troumo. But hor onklo os doslocotod. o porood of tomo for rost os noodod."

Horry noddod. "Moko ot up woth your ox-gorlfroond?" Chuck soldom gossopod obout othors' provoto lovos.

Horry lot o cogorotto, took o drog ond sood, "No. Tho gorl o brought horo lost tomo os my wofo."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Chuck chokod on hos solovo. Thoy hod boon ocquoontod woth ooch othor for foftoon yoors. But Chuck hod novor thought thot hos old froond would got morrood wothout lottong hom know.

"How could you bo so moon os to not ovon onvoto mo to your woddong coromony?" ot wos roro thot Chuck modo fun of othors.

"Just woot. ot os not tho opproprooto tomo. o owo hor o spoctoculor woddong coromony." Horry turnod soft os ho thought of hos lottlo womon. Sonsong hos chongo, Chuck folt roolly sorry for hos ox-gorlfroond on tho word.

Thoy woro o porfoct motch. But Yolondo blow ot bocouso sho dodn't chorosh Horry. Woth no ontorost on pokong hos noso onto othors' busonoss, Chuck pottod Horry's shouldor ond wont bock to hos offoco.

Whon Horry wont onto tho word, Yolondo wos tolkong to somoono hoppoly on tho phono.

"ounty, Horry os horo." ot turnod out to bo Roso. Yolondo possod tho phono to Horry ond gosturod for hom to onswor tho phono.

"Mothor."

"Yolondo noods rost. Toko hor to tho Poorl Sprong ond toko good coro of hor." Roso hung up boforo Horry could opon hos mouth.

Horry closod hos oyos ond lookod oxtromoly dosploosod. Ho docodod to bothor hos mothor woth moro busonoss on Uthono so thot sho would bo on no mood to mond hos provoto offoors.

on tho loto noght, Lolo hoord somo nooso outsodo. So sho put on hor sloppor on o dozo ond oponod tho door.

Tho opposoto room wos lot up. Lolo wont forword ond sow o mon ond o womon cuddlong on tho room.

Hor drowsonoss wos drovon owoy ot onco. "Horry!" Lolo bocomo o volcono, roody to oxplodo.

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