Chapter 72 You Hate Me, But Don't You Also Enjoy It?
The lights were dim.
Johnny looked down at Lola in his arms. Normally, she was as cold as ice.
But now, her delicate features were filled with surrender.
He knew he was being despicable, and he knew Lola would hate him afterward, but he couldn't care less... As long as they could return to their old life, Lola's cold heart would eventually warm up, especially with a child on the way.
Lola loved children so much.
Johnny held her hand tightly, intertwining their fingers. He no longer ignored her but followed his heart, fully indulging in their intimacy.
By the time they finished, it was nearly ten at night.
In the dark bedroom, there wasn't a single light, making the darkness almost terrifying. The air was thick with the scent of their lovemaking, enough to make anyone's heart race.
On the black silk sheets, Lola lay with her back to Johnny, a thin blanket covering her waist.
The sweat had long since cooled, and her rationality had fully returned. She felt nothing but disgust and loathing.
Behind her, Johnny propped his head up with one hand and gently ran his fingers through her long hair, asking softly, "How do you feel?"
Lola's body stiffened.
After a moment, she threw off the blanket and walked to the bathroom, closing the glass door behind her.
She turned on the shower.
Lola tilted her head back, letting the hot water mercilessly pour over her face and body. In the warmth of the water, the memories of what had just happened surged back, leaving her with no escape.
[Lola, it's been so long since you felt like this!]
[Look at me, we used to be so happy.]
The entanglement of desire and the physical pleasure now made her feel utterly nauseous.
As the water flowed down, Lola closed her eyes, unwilling to recall any of it.
Because every moment of pleasure in her memory was like a slow torture.
A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind.
Johnny took some body wash, squeezed out a bit, and rested his head on Lola's slender shoulder, whispering, "What are you thinking about?"
"Don't touch me!"
Lola's reaction was intense. She pushed him away forcefully, standing face to face with him.
They had just made love, and sharing a shower should have been an intimate act, but her expression was cold, even openly disgusted.
Johnny stared at her.
After a moment, he placed his soapy hand under the showerhead, rinsing it off slowly.
The white foam washed down the drain.
When he looked up again, there was a hint of mockery in his blue eyes. "What, regretting it after the climax?"
He stepped forward, trapping her against the bathroom wall.
The bathroom, warmed by the hot water, wasn't cold, but the wall was hard and uncomfortable... Lola looked up at him, still indifferent.
Johnny gently covered her eyes with his hand. "I hate seeing that look in your eyes."
Lola finally spoke, "Isn't it because you drugged me? Do you think I would feel anything for you otherwise? Just thinking about you and Shirley is enough to make me sick for a lifetime."
Johnny laughed instead of getting angry. "No matter how sick you feel, you were still moaning with pleasure in my arms. Can anyone else give you that feeling? No, right?"
Lola sneered, "I think any random man could have the same effect."
This infuriated Johnny.
He grabbed her chin, trying to kiss her, but Lola wouldn't have it.
She pushed him away hard, sneering, "Johnny, do you really think we can get back together after all this?"
Johnny said, "We've got so many good memories. Of course, we'll be together. Shirley's out of the picture for good. Lola, I'll find a way to fix Angelina's hearing."
Lola was dazed. She asked, "You can fix her hearing, but what about her heart? Can you fix a broken heart, Johnny? Tell me, can a dead heart be healed?"
She turned her back on him, unwilling to speak further.
She silently finished her shower.
When she came out, Johnny wrapped her in a towel, dried her off, and attentively helped her into a bathrobe. "If you're tired, don't go downstairs. I'll have Samara Ross bring up some food. I'll go check on Angelina."
Lola didn't respond.
She brushed his hand away and tied the bathrobe herself.
Johnny didn't seem to mind her coldness. He put on some loungewear and left the room.
Once he was gone, Lola leaned against the sink, her legs weak.
Tonight, Johnny hadn't used protection. She could very well be pregnant, and he had done it on purpose... She couldn't have his child.
Johnny went downstairs first, instructing Samara to bring food up to Lola. Then he headed to the second-floor nursery.
In the pale pink nursery, Angelina had cried herself to sleep, lying on her cherry blossom pink princess bed.
The nanny looking after Angelina stood up quickly when she saw Johnny enter. "Mr. Flores, Ms. Hawkins was very upset."
She added worriedly, "She kept holding one ear."
Johnny felt a pang in his heart.
Outwardly, he showed no emotion. "You can go now."
The nanny quickly left, thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
Johnny sat on the edge of the bed, gently adjusting Angelina's blanket and lightly touching her face... Her face was warm from sleep, but her little hand was covering one ear.
Johnny reached out and gently moved her hand away.
Angelina woke up.
She opened her eyes, looking at Johnny sleepily. He seemed gentle... just like before, but Angelina knew things were different now.
Johnny used to be kind to her and Austin, and to Lola. Back then, Lola was happy.
But now, Lola wasn't happy.
Angelina blinked softly and called out in a small, tender voice, "Daddy." Then she said quietly, "Daddy, can you let Mommy go back? She must want to see Austin and Grandma and Grandpa... Angelina will stay with you. Can you let Mommy go back?"
Johnny felt a sharp pain in his heart.
He didn't answer her question. Instead, he gently touched Angelina's ear. "Does this hurt?"
Angelina shook her head. "No, it just makes me dream a lot."
Tears welled up in Angelina's eyes. "I dream that Mommy is holding me, begging the woman who took me to let me go. Mommy said she would stay... Daddy, do you like that woman who took me? Is that why you don't want Mommy?"
Johnny looked at Angelina.
The older she got, the more she resembled Lola, especially her eyes.
He closed his eyes gently. "No! Daddy doesn't like that woman. Daddy loves Mommy."
Angelina cried, "Then why are you with someone else?"
Johnny couldn't answer.
He soothed Angelina back to sleep before returning to the master bedroom.
In the living room, Lola had no appetite and had only eaten a little.
When Samara came upstairs to clean up, Lola stopped her. Lola placed a diamond watch in Samara's hand and whispered, "Buy me a box of pills. This is yours. I won't tell Johnny."
Samara hesitated.
She earned a good salary working here, and she had heard that Johnny was very strict. The driver from tonight had already been fired. If Johnny found out she was helping Lola, she would definitely lose her job.
But that watch was worth at least a hundred thousand dollars.
Lola watched her, confident that Samara would agree. Sure enough, after a moment of hesitation, Samara gritted her teeth and agreed. She said she would mix it in with the breakfast delivery tomorrow and begged Lola not to tell Johnny.
Lola assured her.
Samara quickly tucked the watch into the pocket of her white apron, gathered the dishes, and left.
The hallway outside was brightly lit.
Johnny stood at the end of the stairs, leaning against the banister, quietly smoking a cigarette, seemingly waiting for someone.
Samara lowered her head and greeted him, intending to go downstairs.
Johnny called out to her.
Startled, Samara dropped what she was holding. She quickly knelt to pick it up... and the watch slipped out. She tried to hide it, but Johnny had already bent down and picked it up.
He picked it up, gently rubbed it, and said slowly, "This watch belongs to Lola, doesn't it? You stole Lola's watch. I should call the police and have you sent to jail. They might even find out if you stole anything else from the villa. You could be looking at ten years in prison."
Samara's face turned pale, and she stammered, "Mrs. Flores gave it to me."
"Lola gave it to you?"
Johnny smiled faintly. "Why would Lola give you a watch? Clearly, you're lying. I'm calling right now..."
Samara was on the verge of tears.
She couldn't think about getting rich or betraying Lola anymore. She confessed everything, "Mrs. Flores asked me to buy some pills, the kind women take when they don't want to get pregnant."
She spoke cautiously, watching Johnny's expression.
She was afraid Johnny would hit Lola.
Everyone here knew that Johnny and Lola weren't a normal couple. Lola was being kept here by Johnny.
Johnny's handsome face showed no emotion.
He played with the diamond watch for a moment, then surprisingly handed it back to Samara, saying calmly, "If Lola gave it to you, keep it."
Samara quickly thanked him, but then hesitated.
Was Johnny really that easygoing?
Johnny looked down and said lightly, "Tomorrow morning, there will be a bottle of pills on my desk in the study. Take it to Lola. From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of Lola. If anything happens to her, it's on you."
Samara's heart trembled. She knew the pills were problematic, but she was afraid of Johnny.
She had no choice but to betray Lola.
Johnny dismissed Samara and returned to the bedroom. As he expected, Lola was very calm. She sat in the living room in her bathrobe, quietly reading a book.
In fact, when he didn't force her, she was usually very quiet.
She didn't cause trouble.
She was too smart, knowing that defying him would only anger him.
Johnny closed the door and slowly walked over to sit across from her, saying, "I saw Samara go downstairs. You barely ate anything. Lola, your body is too weak to conceive easily. Even if you do, you won't be able to keep it."
Lola casually flipped through her book, replying coldly, "I have no intention of having a child with you, Johnny. I told you, there are plenty of women who would love to have your child! Any skin color... even black and white if you want."
Johnny took a cigarette from the pack on the table but then put it back.
He was trying to quit smoking.
Finally, he looked up and chuckled, "Black and white? You think I'm looking for a zebra?"
"A pervert with an animal, a perfect match!"
"Sharp-tongued. I really shouldn't have let you off earlier. I should have killed you."
Lola couldn't be bothered to argue with him. She lowered her head to her book, though she really wanted to check on Angelina. But reason told her it was best not to.
Johnny stared at her delicate face.
Perhaps because of their intense encounter earlier, Lola's complexion was particularly good, making his heart stir.
"Lola."
He called her name, unable to resist leaning in to kiss her lips, whispering, "Wouldn't it be nice to start over? Stop making me angry, and I'll treat you well."
Lola turned her face away. "Mr. Flores, are you in heat again? Sorry, I'm not interested. Do you have to drug me every time?"
Johnny laughed and let her go.
That night, he didn't touch her again, but when they went to bed, Lola's body was very tense... He simply held her and whispered, "I won't touch you tonight."
"What about tomorrow night? Can you promise that?"
"No."
"Johnny, you're a complete bastard."
He knew he was. He didn't respond, just held her tighter.
Early in the morning, Johnny woke up early for a video conference.
Lola had nothing to do. She didn't want to get up, but Johnny insisted on waking her with kisses, pressing her down, and kissing her for a long time... She didn't respond, but he was quite enthusiastic on his own.
After kissing her, he rested his face in the crook of her neck, whispering, "Dad and Kingsley should be here soon! They're really something, considering this villa is surrounded by anti-radar equipment."
Lola turned her back to him, showing no interest.
Johnny knew what she was thinking. He rubbed her slender waist, "Get up, let's have breakfast together."
Lola's heart raced, thinking of Samara from last night.
She found an excuse, "I'm too tired. I want to eat in the bedroom."
Johnny chuckled lightly, "I thought you didn't want to eat in front of me. Not bad, you still have an appetite."
He got up briskly and went to the bathroom.
A moment later, sounds came from the bathroom, and Lola knew what he was doing. She lowered her eyes... and smiled coldly.
Johnny finished his shower and changed into a fresh set of clothes, looking sharp and energetic.
He buttoned his cuffs and went downstairs, instructing Samara about breakfast. Then he ate a little and went to his study... When Samara came to get the pills, he looked up, his gaze steady.
Samara's heart trembled as she took the pills and left quietly.
Johnny watched her leave, then made a call to a doctor, "Yes, come over today to draw a pint. Put it in my private blood bank."
Lola didn't want his blood.
They had once fought over blood, ending in a bloody mess.
Now he wanted her to have a child, even if she didn't want to, but he had to be prepared.
In the bedroom, Lola got up and sat at the vanity, brushing her long hair.
Samara entered, and Lola saw her in the mirror, asking softly, "Did you get the pills?"
Samara set the breakfast on the small dining table, then took a small bottle of pills from her apron, her voice trembling, "I got them! Mrs. Flores, please don't say I bought them, or Mr. Flores will definitely kick me out."
Lola assured her she wouldn't.
She sent Samara out, then walked over and took the bottle of pills. The small bottle had instructions for use and dosage, indicating it was for contraception.
Lola opened the cap, and the seal was intact.
Without hesitation, she poured out two pills and swallowed them dry.
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