Cosset You Forever

Chapter 342 Don't Hang up the Phone

Lola left the Li family in a hurry and deliberately quickened her pace when she passed her brother's room.

However, after thinking it for a second, Lola still decided to say something before she left. She shouted in the hallway, "Wendy, I'm leaving now and won't come back tonight."

The reply she got was a scream coming from their bedroom; Lola then went downstairs in an instant with her red face covered by her hands.

As she was just walking outside the door, Lola's phone rang again.

She answered, and said impatiently, "Don't rush me anymore! I'm already on my way!"

The man on the other side of the phone then laughed, and said, "You don't have to come over now, it's too late. You can come tomorrow morning if you like." However, if she insisted on coming, he would pick her up.

Lola gnashed her teeth in anger. The man was so disgusting that she really wanted to step on his face and smash it with her high heels.

"You don't want me to come over? I'm definitely coming then!" Now, Lola just wanted to go against his will.

"If you insist, I'll come and pick you up. Wait for me at the door." Harry was worried to let Lola drive all by herself so late at night.

Lola curled her mouth and then opened her car's door, and said, "I know you're an old, experienced driver, but I'm also not too bad at it."

An old driver*? There was something in what she said!

(*TN: Old driver in Chinese is a slang to describe those men who are experienced in making tricky jokes about love, sex.)

"Be good, and wait for me to pick you up." Harry then heard Lola starting the car after he had just finished his sentence. She was disobedient!

Failing to persuade her in any way, Harry had no choice but to say, "Don't hang up the phone then, just let the call run."

Don't hang up the phone? Let the call run? Lola put the phone aside without understanding why.

Listening to the sound coming from the other side of the house, Harry went downstairs and turned on all the street lights at the villa's gates and waited for Lola in front of the door.

There were occasional car horns coming from the other side of the line, which made Harry rest assured.

After half an hour later, a car with flashing lights appeared in Harry's line of sight.

He hung up the phone and strode towards the car with a smile on his face.

Lola got out of the car and then locked it. She looked at the healthy man and found herself to be cheated. "Didn't you say you got a cold?"

Harry took the car's key from Lola's hand, pulled her into his arms and then walked towards the villa. "Who told you that I caught a cold?" he asked.

Failing to escape Harry's control, Lola had to let him pull her. "It was you who told me in the first place!" she said. 'Why did he deny being ill?'

"I said 'I got sick'." He repeated what he had said before as they entered his villa.

"Yeah, and you also coughed. Didn't that mean you caught a cold?" She stood at the villa's entrance and looked at him up and down; he looked totally normal.

Harry smiled, and then looked at Lola, and said, "If I cough it doesn't necessarily mean that I caught a cold. I'm just lovesick."

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This time, Lola really took off her high heels and pretended to throw them at Harry's face.

Harry took the shoes from Lola's hands and threw them away. Then, he took her in his arms and walked upstairs.

"I came here to see Nicole tomorrow! Let me go!" Lola gave Harry an angry look. When had he become so sly?

Halfway up the stairs, Harry put Lola down from his arms. The next stairs were covered by a carpet, and so he didn't have to worry that she would feel her feet cold by walking on them.

After they climbed the rest of the staircase, Harry pushed her against the rail, and said, "Have you forgotten that you have to get my permission if you want to see Nicole? Uh-huh?"

...

Was this his attitude for making up with her? And was it really the right thing to do to revive their relationship?

"Harry Si, if you dare do something to me tonight, I will never remarry you!" Seeing Harry's face turning livid, Lola proudly swayed her head and went her way to the second floor by stepping on the soft carpet underneath her feet.

Upon arriving inside the bedroom, Lola rushed straight to the big bed and was ready to go to sleep with an easy mind.

Suddenly, Harry came in. He locked the bedroom's door, closed the headlights, and then laid next to her on the bed.

"You just agreed not to touch me tonight!" Lola looked at the man lying beside her with vigilance.

Harry turned off the bed lamp again and held Lola in his arms regardless of her objections.

As Lola was on his bed now, wasn't he the one to decide what happens?

Three minutes later

"How dare you touch me! Don't you want to remarry me?" Lola seriously warned Harry again.

"You won't be comfortable anyway if you sleep in your clothes. I'm helping you," said Harry.

"That's fine... Okay, you can sleep now. What are you still doing?" protested Lola. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"I just want to hug you," said Harry, distressed.

After a while, Lola felt that she had been indeed really stupid to believe anything of what the man had said before to her.

All Lola's following protests were blocked as Harry was kissing her lips.

It was too hard to go after her, and even harder to get a chance to hug her. Who knew if there would be another chance to do this. Harry had to cherish every moment of the opportunity of spending the evening together with her.

They spoke nothing for the whole night and just made love.

As the dawn was just breaking, Lola finally got rid of Harry's grasp and immediately fell asleep. She had cursed Harry for thousands of times during the whole night.

At lunch time

Harry woke up first, and when he looked at the time, it was already passed 12 am.

And his beloved woman, lying beside him in bed, was still sound asleep. After kissing Lola's forehead, Harry got up from bed as quiet as he could, not to disturb Lola.

Harry called someone to send some groceries to the house, and then went inside the bathroom. He planned to cook lunch for his wife later.

When Harry got out of the bathroom, he called at the old house. Kevin answered the phone, and he told Harry that Nicole was already on the plane and on her way back home.

Harry then hung up and went to his study to check on his business e-mails. There was too much work waiting for him to deal with it in time.

"Honey, get up! It's time for lunch!" Harry gently called out to Lola in her ear.

Lola, who was in a deep sleep, had the impression that she had returned to the former, sweet time of their marriage.

"Okay, honey. I'm coming." Lola answered Harry with a hoarse voice.

But Harry was satisfied by what Lola called him by. She had answered him, "Honey!"

But, Lola then suddenly opened her eyes, sat up in bed, and started to snap out of it.

Looking confused at Harry, who was smiling, Lola shook her head in disdain. 'No! This is not right!' she thought. She wasn't in C Country and Harry was her enemy!

Then, Lola remembered what Harry did to her last night. She got out of the quilt and walked straight into the bathroom.

Looking at Lola's smooth back, Harry felt his throat suddenly burning.

"Darling..." Harry followed Lola into the bathroom shamelessly, but was mercilessly pushed out by her.

"Don't make a mistake! I'm not your wife!" said Lola. Then she closed the bathroom's door in a haste, leaving Harry outside.

Harry was upset but, however, he smiled with satisfaction when he remembered what had happened between them last night. "Honey, come down for lunch after!" shouted Harry at the bathroom's door before leaving.

Lola splashed some cold water on her face and then looked at herself in the mirror; there were many hickeys on her body.

Lola clenched her fist and wondered how did she make love with Harry again after swearing all this time to keep away from him?

And how could she still marry Herren after what happened last night?

She could never get rid of this shameless man. She thought that she should tell Herren the whole truth, or otherwise she would become a fickle woman.

At lunch

Harry put a bowl of soup in front of Lola, and said, "You should eat more for the extra nourishment." She had suffered too much for him, and even her legs had been broken for three months because of him. He had to find a way to make it up for her.