Chapter 557 You Can't Get Pregnant! I Had a Vasectomy!
Kingsley wrapped up his speech, and Johnny squinted a bit.
From what he knew, Kingsley was the biggest hypocrite around and usually kept his mouth shut.
But this time, he actually said something deep!
Even though Johnny was suspicious, he just snorted, "You seem to know her pretty well!"
"We're blood siblings! Johnny, you grew up with Lola. If you had any clue about her, you wouldn't be in this mess today! Do you really think it's just 'cause you took care of Melissa?"
Kingsley didn't want to drag it out, so he changed the subject.
He glanced at his watch. "Sorry, I got a golf game with Mr. Hall. I'm almost late!"
Suddenly, everyone in the hall cleared out, leaving only Johnny and the housekeeper behind.
Johnny sat there for a bit, feeling bored and ready to leave. The housekeeper asked him to stay for dinner, saying it was Frederick's idea.
Johnny thought about it but decided to bounce.
Unexpectedly, he ran into Lola on the road.
Her car had broken down by the roadside, and she was on the phone waiting for a tow. Johnny slowed down his car and checked out her slender back.
She didn't look like someone who had given birth. Last night, when he held her slim waist, it felt just as tight as before.
Johnny's throat tightened a bit.
He stopped the car, rolled down the window, and called out softly, "Lola?"
Lola turned around, saw him, said a few more words on the phone, and then hung up.
Johnny got out and looked at her car. "Your car broke down? Need a lift?"
Lola didn't shy away and said calmly, "The tow truck's on its way."
Johnny nodded.
He looked like he was about to leave but then paused. "About last night."
Lola looked indifferent. "Let's just forget it happened!"
Johnny stared at her.
After a moment, he smiled faintly. "Yeah, forget it! You've got someone else now!"
He could feel her coldness and knew she didn't want any drama with him.
Getting back in the car, Johnny quickly drove off.
In the rearview mirror, Lola's figure got smaller and smaller.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, lightly gritting his teeth.
Johnny thought, 'Lola, why did you come back? What do you want?'
Thinking back to last night, it was too easy for him to get her.
With her personality, if she didn't want to, she wouldn't have left with him even if it was awkward, let alone have sex, and he did it four times.
At the next intersection, Johnny's car came to a sudden stop.
Expressionless, he remembered Kingsley's words, "Johnny, do you really think Lola is still willing to play with you now?"
Why would Lola want to sleep with him?
Last night, it was clearly her plan!
The sexy dress, being alone, it was all calculated. She knew he would lose control when he saw her and drag her home to make love.
Sunlight shone into the car, originally blinding,
But he seemed to feel nothing, slowly taking out a cigarette and placing it on his lips.
A two-and-a-half-year-old kid should be healthy, but Angelina was way too skinny!
Johnny's heart sank.
Angelina was sick! So Lola wanted another child with him!
Johnny extinguished the cigarette, wiped his face hard, and wanted to ask Lola right now if something was wrong with Angelina.
But he held back and instead dialed a number. "Get me all the info on Angelina in Novaria, especially hospital records. ASAP. No budget limit."
After hanging up, Johnny sat there, lost in thought, before finally driving away.
The people he contacted charged 3 million dollars, and by the afternoon, he had the information.
Angelina had some kind of blood disorder that needed a stem cell transplant, with the best option being umbilical cord blood. So, Lola chose him, as the best match would be a sibling with the same parents.
As dusk settled, the twilight filtered through the bedroom window, casting a soft golden glow on everything.
Johnny sat quietly.
After a long time, the documents in his hand slipped onto the carpet.
He snapped out of it, gently picked them up, and read them over and over again.
He consulted some experts he knew about the disease, and the results were the same.
Johnny thought, 'We need to have another kid!'
But, if Angelina wasn't sick, would Lola have come back?
She hated him so much, she could give up everything just to never see him again!
Outside the window, the sound of a child's laughter rang out.
Johnny moved slightly, almost on autopilot, and walked out onto the balcony. The first thing he saw was Angelina playing on the grass with Bobby.
The little girl was wearing a floral dress, with fair skin and soft, voluminous hair.
Johnny's heart melted instantly.
At that moment, Angelina fell on the grass, rubbing her eyes, teary-eyed.
Johnny immediately went downstairs.
By the time he got there, the nanny had already picked up Angelina and was brushing off the grass. But Angelina was still crying.
The spotted puppy was circling around her, looking quite anxious.
"Angelina!" Johnny opened the door, walked in, and half-squatted to pick her up.
The nanny hesitated but knew from gossip that Johnny was actually Angelina's father, so she didn't stop him.
Angelina was crying her heart out.
Johnny carefully pulled down her tights, her knees were bruised, and he felt a pang of guilt.
He said very gently, "How about I put some medicine on it for you?"
Angelina, teary-eyed, said it hurt.
She looked so much like Lola when she was little, and Johnny couldn't help but whisper, "Just like your mom, afraid of pain, so delicate!"
He picked up Angelina and told the nanny he was taking her to treat her wound.
Angelina hugged his neck and wanted to hold Bobby too. Johnny used his other hand to carry Bobby back home.
His villa was quiet, with no servants around at the moment.
He sat Angelina on the sofa, went to get the first aid kit, and knelt down to apply medicine to her. "Does it hurt?"
Angelina looked at him and gently shook her head. "No, it doesn't hurt! Your eyes are red."
She wanted to rub Johnny's eyes.
Johnny gently picked her up and walked upstairs. A few days ago, he had his secretary buy a lot of children's clothes, including pajamas.
Angelina's leg was injured, so he changed her into comfortable pajamas.
Angelina asked him softly, "Why are you so nice to me?"
Johnny put on her shoes and paused. "Because I like you."
Angelina liked him too. Because he gave her a puppy, she hugged Bobby and didn't want to go home.
Johnny was lost in thought for a moment, then carried her downstairs to make her a kid's meal.
He was a good cook, and the food he made was both delicious and looked great. Angelina was super happy and gobbled up a big portion of cheesy potatoes, asking for more.
"No more!" Johnny patted her round little belly and couldn't help but touch her small shoulders, feeling all sorts of emotions.
He liked Angelina, but before, she was more like an extension of Lola to him.
Because he loved Lola, he loved Angelina.
But when he found out that this kid was sick, had to take medicine every day, and was often in pain, his mindset changed.
He was Angelina's father!
He not only needed to have another child with Lola, but he also needed to personally take care of Angelina.
Angelina played at his place for a long time and later fell asleep. He took off her shoes and put her on the soft big bed, silently staying with her for a long time.
The information he got showed taking care of her required meticulous attention.
In the past, did Darren play this role?
Angelina turned over, hugged the puppy, and called Darren "Daddy" in her sleep.
Johnny's eyes darkened slightly. He gently touched Angelina's little face, then sat beside her with a laptop to handle business. Around five in the afternoon, Lola came to find her.
Johnny met her downstairs. He asked indifferently, "It took you this long to find Angelina? Is your private life with Darren so sweet that you don't even know Angelina fell?"
Lola pursed her lips slightly.
Darren was hospitalized; his health indicators were not good and needed ten days of treatment.
But she didn't need to explain this to Johnny, she just said calmly, "Where's Angelina? I'll take her back!"
Johnny ignored her. He slowly walked to the water dispenser, got himself a glass of water, and stood there drinking half of it before turning to Lola.
Lola's heart raced.
Johnny lowered his voice. "You're quite cold! Is it because you have no feelings for me at all?"
Lola couldn't answer.
Johnny lowered his eyes, looking at the water in the glass, and smiled lightly. "How can you accept having sex with someone you don't love? Are you just chasing sensory stimulation and physical pleasure?"
Lola couldn't hold back, "Johnny, can we not talk about that?"
He surprisingly nodded in agreement. "Sure! We can not talk about it! But what if you can't get pregnant? Will you come to seduce me again, want me to cooperate with you to have sex? If you can't get pregnant, will you just treat me as a tool, not caring about my feelings, because you only need my sperm! Whether I get hurt or can't accept you leaving again, is never in your consideration?"
He spoke directly.
Lola understood that Johnny knew that the passion that night was just a need for his cooperation.
After a long silence, Lola asked him, "How much do you know?"
Johnny quietly observed her. After a moment, he said lightly, "Everything! But Lola, how much do you know about me?"
She looked up at him, not understanding his meaning!
Johnny slowly walked up to her, just a step away, his breath warm on her delicate face, seemingly intimate but more cold. "Three years ago, I had a vasectomy! It hasn't been reversed, did you find out? Lola, you won't get pregnant! Those four times the other night, we did it for nothing!"
These words were humiliating and embarrassing!
Lola stared at him, her throat moving slightly, but she stayed silent.
Johnny picked up a stack of documents and threw them in front of her, finally starting to explode. "Why didn't you tell me? Why choose to raise the child alone abroad? Even now, you don't want to tell the truth, just want to have sex with me and then get pregnant. What if the next child has a problem, what will you do? What will I do? What will the child do?"
He pressed closer. "How many years can Darren be there for you?"
After speaking, his chest heaved violently. Lola felt the same; both were caught off guard by the sudden surge of emotions. Her eyes reddened. Though usually strong, she often felt powerless around Johnny.
She lowered her eyes and said softly, "How many years can you be there for me? You say you won't get involved with Melissa anymore, but in the blink of an eye, you're hugging in the car! Johnny, I don't trust you anymore!"
After another long silence, Johnny realized it wasn't just time separating them, but also the cracks and the loss of trust.
She had given up on him and only wanted his sperm. He, on the other hand, had wanted to be with her. However, because his love was unrequited, there were moments when he couldn't help but hate her.
Johnny's fingers trembled as he lit a cigarette, the smoke rising faintly, separated by a thin layer, he asked her, "What now?"
For Angelina, they had to have a child!
But Johnny wasn't going to give in for nothing!
He wanted her back, even if she was unwilling. At least by being near her, he felt at ease.
Lola didn't speak, she looked at him, waiting for his decision.
She had no leverage now!
Obviously, Johnny saw this too, he smiled coldly. "Pack your things, move in tonight! Also, I'll schedule the surgery to make sure you get pregnant as soon as possible!"
The last sentence, Lola wasn't sure if he was mocking. But she didn't care anymore!
Lola nodded, she looked in the direction of upstairs, guessing Angelina should be sleeping.
Johnny had been observing her gaze, probably guessing what she was thinking, he said mockingly, "As long as you tell Angelina I'm her biological father, I don't think she'll reject moving in! Unless you can't bear to leave Darren."
Lola knew him well. She sneered. "If I say I can't bear it, will you let me?"
These words obviously angered Johnny.
The next second, Lola was pulled into his arms, kissing her hard.
Lola went soft in his arms.
Johnny pressed against her lips, hoarsely asked, "Do you still dare to think about him and mention him?"
He was too rough, Lola couldn't recover for a moment.
That delicate face, slightly dazed, made Johnny somewhat uncontrollable.
"I want to fuck you to death."
He cursed under his breath, then half-forcedly kissed her. Since their reunion, he was obviously much rougher than before, especially in bed, not caring about her feelings, doing whatever he wanted.
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