A relationship could not be simply ended by a word, and to let go of it was also not an easy thing. So, just let it be naturally!
"I won't let you leave me. You are not the one standing in my way. Lola, you are my wife, forever and ever!" He held her chin in his fingers, as if he was taking an oath.
Lola put her arms around his neck and swore to herself that Harry would be her only love all her life. What Harry brought to her, was not only care and wealth, but also happiness and spiritual satisfaction.
Being with him, Lola felt like falling in love, which was so sweet.
He lifted her up by the waist, and laid her on the bed. After that, he went to take a shower.
Lola started to surf on the internet and found the news about Harry and Yolanda were reported widely. She's about to post the photo and words she prepared, but debated whether the abrupt action would bring any negative influence to him.
But, he had publicized their relationship in the company, if she posed it on Weibo…after much deliberation, she finally gave up her idea, and clicked the Cancel button. She'd better leave the stuff to Harry!
After a shower, the lingering smell of body wash made Harry very attractive. Lola lay in his arms as if she could seek security there.
That night, Harry, who was called a beast in bed by Lola, did nothing but sleep with her in his arms.
The two ladies completely turned against each other after that night. Lola had agreed to give Harry some time to deal with it. She seldom spoke to Yolanda since then.
After a few days, Yolanda's assistant brought over Yolanda's pet cat - Naughty.
She leisurely enjoyed the landscape outside at the balcony, with the freshly showered white Naughty, which squinted in her arms. Naughty was bought from a pet store by Harry and her together.
Harry was busy with an international investment project. So he seldom went back home.
One day, Lola went shopping with Wendy. When she arrived home, it was past 9 pm.
She went to her room upstairs quietly, but just after she opened the door, something white sprung out at her.
"Ah!" Lola let out a scream, which attracted Yolanda. When she made out that it was a white cat, she disgustedly threw it down.
"What are you doing? If my Naughty gets hurt, you would be in a big trouble." Yolanda felt distressed for her cat was thrown on the floor, although the floor had been carpeted.
"Why do you have to keep a cat?" Lola almost went crazy. She hated and feared a cat most since her childhood!
"I like it. It's none of your business!" Yolanda gave her a dirty look, and worriedly stroked Naughty.
"Miss Mo, cat is my most dislike. Please send it away as soon as possible!" Lola patted her chest, still being in shock. The cat stared at her fiercely, as if it was always ready to jump at her.
"Your dislike has nothing to do with me. Naughty is my favorite!"
Her cat named Naughty? It was indeed a naughty cat!
"What? Is it because you have been living here for a period of time that you forget you are only a guest and I am the hostess? Or do you mistake yourself for the hostess?" Lola really didn't want to speak to her.
So did Yolanda. She then went back to her room with Naughty. Lola said to herself, Yolanda'd better not leave any chance to her, or she'll definitely send the cat away, humph!
Harry didn't tell her that he would not go home this night, so, he's supposed to be back later.
Lola took a very careful shower in the bathroom and put her dirty laundry in the hamper. After making sure there was not any scent of cat, she climbed up the bed. Then she called Harry and found he had arrived at the garage downstairs.
She got up at once, flew downstairs, and opened the door before Harry unlocked it by fingerprint.
Harry felt all tiredness were swept away when he saw his girl waiting at the gate. He bowed the head to kiss her red lips, while using his leg to close the door��
"Mewo…" a gentle cat miaow broke their romance. Lola rolled her eyes unhappily. What a loyal cat! The owner couldn't kiss him, so the pet also didn't allow Lola to enjoy the kiss.
Harry stopped and turned the light on, "Naughty?" It seemed Harry knew the cat.
Lola wanted to send the cat away. But before she opened her mouth, Harry walked toward it and held it in his arms to take a good look.
"Harry, I miss it very much. So, I ask my assistant to bring it over." Yolanda said to him, standing upstairs in a piece of strap night-skirt.
"Hum." Harry just gave a simply answer. He put the cat down and stroked its snowy fur again.
When he stood up, he noticed there was something wrong with Lola. "Lola, are you ok?"
Lola kept a long distance from the cat. Naughty reminded her of the first cat she had raised. It was a very cute kitten. She liked it as much as Yolanda liked Naughty. She always hugged it, even while sleeping.
One day, the cat had a walk at the park, but its head was stepped by a young man. It died of excessive bleeding soon. Lola cried and buried it by herself. From that time on, she always got frightened at the sight of a cat, and even didn't dare to get close to it.
Besides, she had been ever scratched by a cat of a classmate in the third year of middle school. Since then, she hated cats more.
"Lola?" Harry called Lola who was lost in her memory. What's wrong with her?
"Honey, I don't like cats, send it away." Lola didn't want to get close to Harry, either, because he hugged it just now.
"Naughty is a very cute cat." If Lola didn't hear that personally, she could never believe Harry used the work "cute".
"I fear it!" Lola told him straightforwardly.
Harry thought for a while, "Yolanda, take Naughty back to your room, and don't let it out when Lola is at home."
Yolanda curled her lip, and went downstairs to lift Naughty up in her arms. But before she went upstairs, she threw her eye on Lola complacently.
"You, go to take a shower." Lola stopped Harry in a hurry when he wanted to get close to her.
Harry paused at her words. At the thought that maybe he hugged Naughty just now, he shook his head, turned about and went upstairs to bath.
Lola was relieved now, and followed him upstairs.
Harry went out of bathroom after washing himself with three times of shower gel, lest his wife didn't allow him to hug her while sleeping.
When Lola saw he walking to her, she sat up immediately and asked, "Did you use shower gel?"
"…Yes, three times!" Harry, a neat freak, had a mixed feeling that he couldn't tell, as it was the first time that he had been cold-shouldered.