Chapter 508 Just Taking What They Need
After what felt like forever, Johnny finally said, "Not right now!"
Charlotte nodded, glancing at Frederick with concern. "You know a lot of people. Surely one of your partners can match Johnny!"
Frederick looked at the two kids, then gently placed a piece of fish on Charlotte's plate. "Let's just focus on our own lives. Even if we say more, they might not appreciate it. If they get upset, run off abroad, and end up having a kid with a foreigner, you'll be even more upset."
Charlotte looked at Johnny, worried.
Just then, Lola chimed in, "Dad, you're so old-fashioned. Kids of mixed race are great too."
Frederick also looked at Johnny.
Johnny didn't smile. He said slowly, "I don't really like mixed ones."
He was hinting at something, but Lola ignored him. She had long stopped caring about Johnny's preferences.
After dinner, Lola went to the small flower hall to practice the piano for a bit. She hardly had time to play since starting work, nor did she have the mind for it. But this afternoon, she had nothing to do, and the sunlight was quite nice.
She wore a long dress: a black knitted top with a white tulle skirt below. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back.
She played "Für Elise," as always, for her own enjoyment, not to please anyone.
Johnny stood at the door, listening silently for a while. It had been a long time since he had heard Lola play the piano. She was very talented and played well, but her ambitions were elsewhere.
Johnny walked in, leaning against the piano, and lit a cigarette.
Without stopping her playing, Lola asked indifferently, "What's up?"
Johnny, backlit, squinted at her and then casually said, "I'm planning to go back to the country to develop."
"Your girlfriends will be heartbroken!"
Johnny was a bit annoyed. After a while, he whispered, "The company needs a legal team, with an annual budget of around $500 million for their services. Interested?"
Lola stopped playing. She looked at him and smiled faintly, "Sure! My firm happens to have the team you need."
"What if I want you to personally take on this case?"
Lola still smiled, "Johnny, I'm busy. I don't have time to play these games with you. Let's be clear, we can't be together anymore."
A servant outside probably heard them talking and leaned in to listen.
Johnny went over and closed the door. When he came back, Lola was leaning on the piano, drinking coffee. The piano was the one Frederick had given to Charlotte, but Charlotte rarely played it now; it was almost always Lola.
He had a tall, slender figure, looking good even when leaning casually.
Johnny walked back and said in a low voice, "Let's talk personal."
Lola raised an eyebrow, "We still have personal matters?"
Johnny took a step forward, one long leg positioned between her legs. Lola wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but he seemed to press even closer.
Lola looked up, "Johnny, if you want a woman, I can introduce you to one."
She poured the coffee in her hand onto his pants to wake him up.
The dark coffee stained his pants even darker. Fortunately, it wasn't too hot, so Johnny didn't mind, but his gaze became unfathomable.
Lola put the cup aside, "Get away from me! Don't mess with me!"
The next second, Johnny grabbed her shoulder.
He looked at her and asked softly, "Why help Darren? Is it because he looks like me, or because his experiences are similar to mine? Lola, you still love me, don't you?"
Lola laughed lightly. "Johnny, are you out of your mind?"
She leaned closer to him and deliberately said, "I help Darren because he's young, good-looking, and has great stamina. Want to hear more? I don't mind sharing the details with you."
Johnny was infuriated by her words. Of course, he didn't believe her. He was jealous of Darren, but he knew Lola had feelings for him, even if she didn't admit it.
Lola didn't want to talk to him anymore. She pushed him away and walked upstairs slowly. Johnny didn't stop her. At home, he didn't want to cause a scene with her.
He went back to his bedroom to change his pants. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he heard the sound of a car. He walked to the balcony and saw that Lola had driven away.
Johnny quietly watched as the car drove off until it disappeared from his sight. After a long while, he took out a cigarette and lit it.
For the next week, Lola didn't come back. Frederick called, and she made excuses, saying she was busy. Frederick hung up the phone and told Charlotte and Johnny, "She refuses to come back."
Johnny ate in silence. Frederick wanted to say something but thought better of it.
They met again a week later. Syeattel's weather was warming up, and the nights didn't seem so cold.
Lola had a bit to drink. She got out of the car with her bag, and her assistant carefully supported her, "Ms. Hawkins, take it easy."
Lola waved her hand, "You can go now! I'm not drunk." She had had a bit to drink, but she was far from being drunk.
Seeing that she was okay, the assistant nodded and left.
Lola leaned in the elevator. When it dinged, she looked up. Johnny was leaning against her door, wearing a black casual jacket and holding a thermal bag, looking like he had been waiting for a while.
Lola didn't come out. She looked at him, her gaze deep. The elevator door opened and closed again and again. Finally, she lazily stepped out and swiped her card to open the door.
Johnny followed her in, and she didn't stop him. She just threw her briefcase on the sofa, took off her coat, and lay down on the sofa. She looked very attractive in a red shirt and black pants.
Johnny placed the items he was holding on the dining table and said, "I made you your favorite food, and also two desserts you loved as a child."
Lola continued to stare at him. After a while, she laughed softly, her voice unexpectedly soft and coquettish, "Johnny, do you know what I like to eat now?"
Johnny's body stiffened slightly. He turned to look at Lola. Lola didn't avoid his gaze. She even gently kicked off her high heels. He didn't know how it started.
When they came to their senses, they were already kissing. Johnny held her waist, almost greedily devouring everything about her. The uncontrollable gasps echoed in the apartment, making one's heart race.
Lola's fingers were tangled in his hair, and she kissed him passionately.
With a light press of her fingers, Johnny's belt buckle clicked open, and the hem of his white shirt slipped out.
Lola wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered against his lips, "You're a good kisser."
Johnny's face flushed slightly. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and then he kissed her fiercely. He carried her into the master bedroom, which was filled with the scent of a woman.
Johnny held her body, one hand supporting the bed, kissing passionately. In the heat of the moment, they became intimate.
Lola gently caressed his handsome face, her fingertips brushing against the hot sweat, and she laughed softly.
By the time they finished, it was already 2 AM. Johnny was still unsatisfied, but Lola didn't like his insatiable demands. She lightly patted his face, "Don't be too greedy."
With that, she wrapped herself in a sheet and went to take a shower. Johnny sat up and lit a cigarette, intending to talk to Lola when she came out.
Lola returned after a five-minute shower. Seeing him leaning against the headboard, deep in thought, she smiled lightly, lifted the blanket, and lay down. Then she closed her eyes, "When you leave, remember to turn off the lights outside. I don't like it too bright."
Johnny frowned, "Are you kicking me out?"
Lola didn't open her eyes, "What else? You plan to sleep here?"
Johnny turned over and pinned her down, "After what we just did, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
Lola opened her eyes, "What a joke! Didn't you enjoy it?"
Johnny angrily said, "I'm serious about being with you!"
Lola lightly patted his face, "If you want to be with me, fine! But you have to behave. For example, no jealousy. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, Darren is bringing breakfast over tomorrow morning. Make sure to entertain him."
Johnny's face looked grim.
Lola pushed him aside, stretched her body, and said indifferently, "I only indulged you this once because you kept pestering me. Your skills are not bad!"
Johnny was a proud man. Lola really treated him like a male prostitute, didn't she? No wonder she was so proactive as soon as he walked in; she didn't care about him at all.
He got up and dressed. Soon, the door slammed loudly.
Lola turned over and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, saying, "No manners! But solving two problems at once, not bad!"
Her body felt good, and her worries were gone. Lola didn't care about Johnny's feelings. So what if she used him once?
She relaxed in the blanket. She couldn't help but recall his body, his skills, and his stamina. She had to admit, they were all excellent. Lola smiled.
Early in the morning, the apartment door opened. Darren came in with breakfast. He had to go out of town for a shoot in the morning, so he wanted to see Lola early.
As soon as he walked in, he was stunned. Stockings, a woman's shirt, and sexy underwear were scattered on the sofa. Just looking at it, he could imagine what had happened last night.
Darren rushed into the bedroom. Lola was sleeping soundly.
Darren yanked the blanket off her, his voice cold, "Who was it? Who spent the night with you?"
Lola woke up and saw Darren. She kicked him far away. Darren, enduring the pain, got up from the carpet and growled, "Even if you're mad at me, you can't just bring any man over! Did he touch you?"
Lola sat up. She was wearing pajamas, but the neckline was low, and her fair skin was covered in a light red hue, clearly left by a man.
Darren was driven mad by jealousy. Lola picked up the blanket again and leaned against the headboard. Darren glared at her.
Lola sneered, "It's none of your business. Don't meddle in my affairs!"
"It was Johnny, wasn't it?" Darren's voice was cold. "You disgust him! But to make me give up, you slept with him! Lola, you must be mad!"
Lola didn't tolerate him either. She and Darren were never meant to be. She allowed him to stay by her side, but she wouldn't let him make their relationship public, especially not in front of her parents.
She didn't want to be responsible for anyone. The burden of responsibility was too heavy for her. She understood that no matter how much you gave, you didn't always get the same in return.
Lola bluntly said, "You should find a woman to marry soon! Stop thinking about these things! I'm not mad at you; I just wanted someone to spend the night with. Johnny was quite suitable."
Darren, furious, threw her blanket on the floor again. Lola was getting angry, "Darren, don't go too far!"
But Darren suddenly hugged her. He buried his head in her neck, and soon, that area was soaked. He was crying.
Lola felt bad too. She patted him, "Don't cry! Darren, in a few years, you'll realize that I'm just a passerby in your life. No one can leave an indelible mark on anyone's life!"
Darren choked, "Don't be with him or let him touch you. I can't take it."
Since he was 20, his entire life had revolved around Lola. But who knew that since she was 20, she had lost Johnny forever.
That unexpected evening. She received a postcard from Kyro. She eagerly opened it. But inside, there were no greetings, no sweet words, just a few cold sentences. He said, Lola, the world outside is vast and exciting, and he didn't want to come back. He wanted to stay in Kyro. He said there were many girls there, and he thought they should reconsider; maybe they weren't the most suitable for each other.
Lola burned that postcard. Since then, there had been a hole in her heart.
Even though she and Johnny had done it several times last night, she still couldn't let go. Some wounds can't be healed by apologies, meetings, or physical intimacy.
Johnny didn't destroy her life. He just destroyed her love.
She cared for Darren. She didn't want Darren to become another version of herself, waiting endlessly in vain. She'd rather he hate her.
Only now did Lola admit that, even if she didn't love Johnny anymore, he was still the only one in her life—an irreplaceable presence.
These were things she couldn't tell Darren. She gently stroked Darren's soft hair and whispered, "Darren, two people with emotional scars might struggle to be together, as their wounds may never fully heal. Or if one gets better and leaves, what happens to the one left behind?"
Darren held her tightly, "I won't leave you! Never."
Lola wanted to cry.
At this moment, footsteps sounded at the door, and soon Johnny stood at the doorway. He quietly watched Lola and Darren embracing.
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