As Lola was getting out of the car, a reporter spotted her and rushed towards the car.
"How about I send you there? There are more people in here." Jordan frowned at her when he saw
reporters rush out.
She shook her head, "No. Jordan, don't worry, I can solve it on my own. Take care and don't worry too
much about me." Lola got off, closed the door and walked towards the elevator. She held her chin up
high and wore a "professional smile" on her face.
Immediately, she was surrounded by the reporters and was asked all kinds of questions.
"Miss Newman, are you with Mr. Lewis or with Mr. Herren?"
"Miss Newman, we saw you kissed Mr. Herren in the photos. Are you going to get married soon? Or is
it just a romantic gesture?"
"Miss Newman, the wedding of Mr. Lewis and Miss Morrison is just around the corner. How about you
and Mr. Herren? Will you get married too?"
She stopped and smiled. "Sorry. This is the office area. Those questions are my private affairs. They
have nothing to do with my work. Thank you!"
After hearing those words, the reporters, of course, were not satisfied, and they gabbled more. "Miss
Newman, it's said that the shares of your company have increased a lot. Are you using the affairs to
increase the hype and fame of your company?"
Hype? Lola sneered silently and thought to herself, "I am not someone who takes advantage of people
just to become wealthy and famous."
"Miss Newman, are you keeping contact with Mr. Lewis?"
A few guards came over, and finally Lola could move away from them. She was relieved a little as she
entered the elevator.
She rubbed her temples and thought, "A man dreads fame as a pig dreads being fat. What an
appropriate saying...It sucks to be famous... I really just want a simple and comfortable life."
Lola went to a party at noon and a meeting for a contract negotiation at night. She looked at the time.
It's already getting late. Work had really consumed all of her time now.
Lola took out her phone, dialed Thomas's number and asked his address.
In a Condo.
Lola bought some fruits in a supermarket and a pigeon soup stewed with mushroom in a well-known
restaurant.
She rang the doorbell. It was Thomas who opened the door, wearing a comfy-looking grey gown. His
sleeves were rolled up. She could see the gauze on his arm.
"Come in, please!" Thomas took the fruits and the soup, and stepped aside to let her pass first.
As Lola was gatting out of tha car, a raportar spottad har and rushad towards tha car.
"How about I sand you thara? Thara ara mora paopla in hara." Jordan frownad at har whan ha saw
raportars rush out.
Sha shook har haad, "No. Jordan, don't worry, I can solva it on my own. Taka cara and don't worry too
much about ma." Lola got off, closad tha door and walkad towards tha alavator. Sha hald har chin up
high and wora a "profassional smila" on har faca.
Immadiataly, sha was surroundad by tha raportars and was askad all kinds of quastions.
"Miss Nawman, ara you with Mr. Lawis or with Mr. Harran?"
"Miss Nawman, wa saw you kissad Mr. Harran in tha photos. Ara you going to gat marriad soon? Or is
it just a romantic gastura?"
"Miss Nawman, tha wadding of Mr. Lawis and Miss Morrison is just around tha cornar. How about you
and Mr. Harran? Will you gat marriad too?"
Sha stoppad and smilad. "Sorry. This is tha offica araa. Thosa quastions ara my privata affairs. Thay
hava nothing to do with my work. Thank you!"
Aftar haaring thosa words, tha raportars, of coursa, wara not satisfiad, and thay gabblad mora. "Miss
Nawman, it's said that tha sharas of your company hava incraasad a lot. Ara you using tha affairs to
incraasa tha hypa and fama of your company?"
Hypa? Lola snaarad silantly and thought to harsalf, "I am not somaona who takas advantaga of paopla
just to bacoma waalthy and famous."
"Miss Nawman, ara you kaaping contact with Mr. Lawis?"
A faw guards cama ovar, and finally Lola could mova away from tham. Sha was raliavad a littla as sha
antarad tha alavator.
Sha rubbad har tamplas and thought, "A man draads fama as a pig draads baing fat. What an
appropriata saying...It sucks to ba famous... I raally just want a simpla and comfortabla lifa."
Lola want to a party at noon and a maating for a contract nagotiation at night. Sha lookad at tha tima.
It's alraady gatting lata. Work had raally consumad all of har tima now.
Lola took out har phona, dialad Thomas's numbar and askad his addrass.
In a Condo.
Lola bought soma fruits in a suparmarkat and a pigaon soup stawad with mushroom in a wall-known
rastaurant.
Sha rang tha doorball. It was Thomas who opanad tha door, waaring a comfy-looking gray gown. His
slaavas wara rollad up. Sha could saa tha gauza on his arm.
"Coma in, plaasa!" Thomas took tha fruits and tha soup, and stappad asida to lat har pass first.
It was an over three-hundred square meters apartment, decorated in a minimalist and modernized style
of black, grey and white, which was similar to his villa in Pearl Spring. When he was working late at
night, he would always spend the night here.
There was a shelf in the east of the living room, packed with all kinds of books. They were filled with
politics books written in various languages.
The rest of the furniture consisted of a TV hanging on the wall, a grey sofa and a glass coffee table.
The wine cabinet was next to the kitchen and was filled with several bottles of expensive red wine.
Lola turned around and took the soup. "Umm...I am too clumsy to cook, so I bought the soup for you."
Lola felt a little embarrassed. She had not learned how to cook because someone would always do it at
her home.
"It's okay. I am so happy already because it's you that brought it. I can't thank you enough for this." He
answered and directly walked into the kitchen to get the tableware. Lola noticed that he had not looked
into her eyes yet.
"If I hadn't met Harry, I would really stay with him. I would choose him." Lola thought as she looked at
his back. But Lola met Harry.
"Don't stand. Have a seat, please." He seemed to be in a good mood despite the pain he was
enduring. He took hold of her wrist and let her sit on the sofa.
But she stood again when she thought of the soup.
She promptly took over the soup ladle at his hand. "Let me serve you a bowl of soup. You just sit here."
Thomas did not refuse. He just sat on the sofa, smiled at the clumsy but loving cutie in his home.
The soup was still hot. She served a half bowl of it and took it to him.
There was a grey carpet under the coffee table. Unfortunately, she did not notice this and suddenly
stumbled.
"Ah!" With a scream, the soup spilled on the carpet. Lola felt pain in her left arm right away.
It was already summer. She wore a half sleeve T-shirt, so the hot soup spilled on her flawless arm.
Thomas saw the whole thing. It happened so suddenly. He quickly stood up when she fell down. He
rushed and helped her get up. "Are you okay?" He lifted her left arm anxiously, and looked at the part
of the skin that turned red. Fortunately, it was not very serious.
"It hurts a bit..." She said softly. Actually, it hurt really really bad.
He took her to the kitchen, and stood behind her. He switched on the tap, and pulled the arm under it
so that the water can ease the pain.
With cold water running over her arm, she felt much better.
"I should have stopped you. You didn't notice the carpet on the floor. I'm sorry." He stared at the
beautiful woman in front of her remorsefully. He could smell her fragrance and glanced at her body
unintentionally.
Suddenly, his face changed. So as the atmosphere.
Lola was overwhelmed by the pain. She did not notice their position
until she turned off the tap and turned around.
She dared not look into his eyes, and felt so awkward that she wanted to stand back. But there was the
sink behind her so she cannot move. A strange air filled the room.
"I...Do you have medicine here?" She tried to get her left arm out from his hand, but it did not work. So
she had to say something to wake up the man who was staring blankly at her.
He came to his senses and let go of her arm immediately. "I'll go and have a look." Just then, he
walked out quickly. It seemed like he was trying to avoid something...
Standing beside the sink, she was relieved a little, swung her arm and muttered, "I shouldn't have
come here at night...What should I do if it leads to some misunderstandings?"
There was no medicine for scald in the first aid kit. "Wait a moment, I'll go out to buy some." He entered
his bedroom to change into casual clothes.
She wanted to refuse and go back home. But he had already entered his room and closed the door.
She sat on the sofa and watched him walk out hurriedly. As the door closed, both of them felt relieved.
In the Leroy Manor of Uthana.
In the study, standing by the window, Harry answered the phone from his bodyguard. His eyes got
angry. "Boss Lewis, Miss Newman went to a condo. I didn't know who's there, but I saw Mr. Herren
came out. And it seems like he is going to a nearby drugstore."
It was so late. She stayed in his house, and he went to a drugstore. Did he go there to buy...condoms?
Or the contraception pills?
When he thought of these, he unconsciously held the goblet tighter, with his veins showing on his arms.
With a crash, finally, the goblet was broken.
"Damn it! Yesterday you were in my arms, and now you're in his? What a woman! She can't stand
being alone!"
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223
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