Chapter 705 Don't forget, you are Mrs. Flores!
Johnny was downstairs, puffing away on four cigarettes.
Once the smoke cleared and the bugs quieted down, he strolled into the villa, his shoes damp from the dew. The place was eerily quiet with no servants in sight.
A bit buzzed, Johnny made his way upstairs.
The light in the master bedroom was on. When he pushed the door open, there was Lola, lounging on the sofa, watching some variety show. She had on a white bathrobe, loosely tied, showing off her figure.
Hearing his footsteps, Lola glanced up and asked, "Out drinking again?"
Johnny didn't deny it. "Yeah, Jimmy called me last minute. You said you were busy with files, so I didn't bother you."
Lola just gave a faint smile. Then she caught a whiff of perfume on him. She didn't wear it often, but she knew it was popular with women in their mid-twenties to mid-thirties.
Her expression shifted slightly, and Johnny knew what she was thinking.
He sniffed himself and quickly explained, "I must've brushed against someone in the private room! Gavin and Molly were there, you can ask Jimmy if you don't believe me."
Lola didn't push it. "I believe you," she said.
Johnny saw her indifferent look and smirked. "You know whether you believe me or just don't care."
It was late, and Lola didn't want to argue.
"We have work tomorrow; wash up and get some sleep," she said softly.
Johnny felt a bit annoyed and started unbuttoning his shirt right there. Halfway through, he froze. The variety show was replaying an old episode featuring Darren when he was still alive. On the screen, Darren looked young and full of life.
Johnny's whole body tensed up.
After a moment, he glanced at Lola. She was sitting quietly on the sofa, looking calm, but Johnny noticed her eyes were a bit wet. She was clearly thinking about Darren.
For a husband, this was humiliating and unbearable. Johnny stopped what he was doing, walked behind the sofa, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "Don't forget, you're Mrs. Flores."
Lola kept her eyes on the TV. Her eyes stung a bit, and she said softly, "I never forget, not for a moment."
How could she forget Johnny's ways? From the moment she heard about Darren's death, she never pushed for a divorce. She left it up to Johnny, waiting for him to get bored and move on. But three years had passed, and she was still waiting. Instead, she got his possessiveness tonight.
After Lola finished speaking, Johnny looked at her for a moment, then headed to the bathroom.
When he came out, he was in pajamas, looking fresh and clean.
It was late, and Lola turned off the TV, getting ready for bed. Just as she got up from the sofa, Johnny's phone rang. His heart skipped a beat.
He was actually a bit scared it was Shirley, pestering him. But the call was from the Hawkins Mansion.
When he answered, Angelina's sweet, sleepy voice came through, "Daddy, I can't sleep. Can you tell me a bedtime story?"
Johnny's whole demeanor softened at the sound of Angelina's voice.
He leaned against the headboard and grabbed a fairy tale book. "A bedtime story? Do you know what time it is?"
But Angelina kept on with her sweet, sleepy voice, saying she just couldn't sleep.
Johnny then started telling her a story, his voice soft and soothing. Every now and then, he'd glance at Lola, his eyes and tone carrying a hint of flirtation.
Lola gave him some space and headed to the bathroom to tidy up. With no servants around, she usually took care of these things herself. On the bathroom floor were Johnny's discarded shirt and pants. She picked them up one by one and put them in a dry-cleaning bag for tomorrow. Suddenly, she noticed a lipstick stain on the white shirt.
It wasn't a full mark, just a smudged light orange-red, like it had been rubbed on for a while. Lola's fingers tightened slightly. She wondered what kind of situation would leave such a mark.
Their relationship wasn't great, but Johnny shouldn't have gone out looking for another woman after being with her.
Lola glanced towards the bedroom.
Had Johnny finally lost control? Had he found the outside world more interesting?
She put the dry-cleaning bag away, washed her hands slowly, and went back to the bedroom. By then, Johnny had finished talking to Angelina. Seeing Lola come over, he softly said, "I promised Angelina I'd take them to school tomorrow morning. After that, I'll take you to the law firm."
Lola nodded. She lifted the thin quilt and lay down beside Johnny. He caught a whiff of her fragrance, feeling a bit restless, and was about to move closer.
But Lola turned to him and softly asked, "Did Jimmy get you a prostitute tonight?"
Johnny was stunned.
Lola never beat around the bush. She said straight out, "I found a lipstick stain on your shirt collar while tidying up. This couldn't have been an accident or a prank."
Such a mark wouldn't be there without Johnny's consent. To put it bluntly, he had some physical contact with a woman.
Johnny knew Lola's character. If she knew about Shirley and that he had taken a woman back to the apartment after drinking, and mistakenly hugged and kissed her, Lola would definitely demand a divorce.
He wasn't stupid; no one would admit to such things at this time.
Facing Lola's question, Johnny turned off the light, lay flat, and stared at the dark ceiling, saying lightly, "Jimmy didn't get me a prostitute. I must have drunk too much, and someone deliberately rubbed it on my shirt. Those guys just like to see me in trouble, and they are so outrageous."
He was sure Lola wouldn't ask Jimmy. Even if she suspected something, she wouldn't be a jealous wife because she didn't love him anymore.
Just thinking about it made Johnny feel pathetic.
Lola didn't ask further. She just turned over, her back to him. Johnny followed, hugging her slender body from behind, and softly asked, "Are you angry? You know I have no one else but you."
In the dim light, Lola said softly, "Let's sleep."
Johnny didn't respond. He held her waist, his hand slowly moving.
After a while, Lola's breathing became slightly erratic.
She thought he would want to do it again, but Johnny just touched her without any further intention. Later, Lola fell asleep.
But Johnny never slept.
He felt Lola, thinking about the unexpected event tonight. He didn't know how other men explained these things to their wives. He only knew he was filled with guilt and unease, and a bit of self-loathing. Even though he was drunk and mistook someone else, he had a strong desire for another body at that moment.
This was something Johnny couldn't accept.
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