Chapter 738 Landon's Wedding Night (Including Johnny and Lola)
Natalie glanced at the passenger seat. It was empty.
Was it because that person wasn't there that Grant offered to drive her? Did he want to catch up or show her how successful he had become, to prove that she had been blind and vain for leaving him back then?
But what did the truth matter now?
So many years had passed!
They were no longer the people they once were. She wasn’t the old Natalie, and he wasn’t the old Grant anymore.
Natalie was about to refuse when the back door of the luxury car suddenly swung open, and a gentle, melodious voice spoke, "Natalie, what a coincidence! I never thought we'd meet here after all these years. By the way, are you related to the bride? I heard the Robinson family went bankrupt. It's unusual to see you still being so kind to her... Natalie, you're still as pure and kind as ever. Even though you hurt Grant, I believe you had no choice but to let him go back then."
Natalie's body stiffened slightly.
She looked at the beautiful woman sitting in the back seat, Clara Lynn, who was her classmate and friend from years ago.
It was she who introduced Clara to Grant.
She never realized that Clara had always had a crush on Grant, to the point where Clara became overly involved... Clara's father was a director in the Seattle Chamber of Commerce and had a solid background.
Grant's mother, Alvina, liked her a lot.
So later... those memories were unpleasant, and Natalie didn't want to recall them at all.
Clara observed her expression, smiling faintly, then turned to Grant in the front seat, "Grant, let's give Natalie a ride! It's quite cold tonight, and she's not dressed warmly... Natalie, do you still not have a boyfriend after all these years? Or is he not coming to pick you up?"
Grant turned to look at Natalie.
Natalie felt a wave of disgust wash over her. She looked down, lightly tapping the ground with her expensive high heels, and said softly, "I drove myself here. By the way, Clara, it's been a long time. I wish you both happiness."
Clara smiled gently, "Thank you!"
She glanced at Grant in the front seat. Grant didn't deny it; his gaze remained fixed on Natalie as if he was assessing her, or perhaps looking down on her.
Natalie didn't want to waste more words with them. She said goodbye and walked towards the parking lot.
Grant sat in the car, watching her leave, not starting the car for a long time. Clara in the back seat spoke up, "You still can't forget her, can you? Then why didn't you deny us just now..."
"No need."
Grant took a pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment, pulled one out, and held it between his lips, but didn't light it.
He looked up and saw a car slowly driving out of the parking lot opposite. A pink Cullinan... Natalie was driving it, and he kept his eyes on her.
Natalie saw him too. Their eyes met for two seconds before she turned and drove away.
His fingers, holding the cigarette, trembled slightly... Clara in the back seat saw it too.
There was a crack on her beautiful, gentle face. Her sense of superiority had vanished in an instant since seeing Natalie.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "Back in school, Natalie was just an ordinary student. How could she afford such an expensive car? Grant... she must have rented it to show off, right? Maybe the past left a scar on her heart, so now she's especially vain?"
Grant ignored her words. He broke the cigarette and started the car.
Clara was still talking in the back seat,
But Grant was thinking, the daughter of the Devereux family from Copenhagen, Andrew's precious gem, what was a Cullinan worth; if she wanted, she could buy a small country.
The neon lights on both sides of the hotel road cast shadows on his face, making it hard to see his expression.
Natalie felt a bit unsettled after seeing Grant. She drove around Syeattle for a while before returning to her apartment. It was a small building with five floors, and her place was suitable for a single person.
She parked the car, grabbed a shawl to wrap around herself, and opened the car door.
As she stepped out, she was slightly taken aback.
A black Bentley was parked opposite, and Grant was leaning against it, smoking slowly.
The night wind was strong.
The light illuminated his face. He tilted his head slightly, his chin raised high, looking noble and aloof; just like back in school, he was the most handsome guy, the dream boyfriend of many girls, but he never looked at anyone.
Natalie was persistent and finally won him over.
But later...
Natalie knew she couldn't pretend not to see him. She tightened her shawl and walked over.
"Grant, did you come here because you're successful now and want to disgust me?"
"Do you want to hear me say I regret it?"
Grant's gaze was deep.
He lowered his eyes, looking at her, then said slowly, "I just wanted to see if you're doing well. But clearly, I was overthinking. The precious gem of the Devereux family from Copenhagen, how could you not be doing well?"
She stared at him with wide eyes.
He took a step closer, so close that their toes touched.
His warm breath brushed against her delicate face.
"Dating a poor guy like me back then, was it fun? Ms. Devereux, did playing with men give you pleasure? Otherwise, how could you leave so decisively? Have you done this a thousand times, and I'm just one of many?"
No... this word lingered on her tongue but didn't come out.
Would explaining help?
In his mind, she was already sentenced. To him, she was a wicked girl who played with him. After all these years, there was no need to explain the past.
Her eyes darkened, then remained firm.
She stood in the night wind and said to him, "If the past brought unpleasant memories to Mr. McCall, I apologize to you. But we won't have any more interactions in the future. I think Mr. McCall should show some gentlemanly grace. Isn't it said that successful men should be more magnanimous?"
He stared at her for a moment, then sneered, "You've become more articulate! When you broke up with me, you weren't so dignified. Let me recall, you said..."
"Enough!"
Natalie couldn't help but shout at him, "It's been years, Grant. What do you want? Isn't it normal for couples to break up? Does a breakup really need a cooling-off period? Don't you find it ridiculous?"
"I don't find it ridiculous."
"What about Clara? She won't be happy with you pestering me like this! Grant... what we had is in the past. Let's move on. You have a girlfriend, maybe even a wife. Should I congratulate you on your marriage?"
After she finished, his gaze was deep and fixed on her.
For a long moment, just as she was about to suffocate,
Grant turned and got into his car, slamming the door shut. The black Bentley slowly drove away.
Natalie stood in the night.
Her legs suddenly felt weak.
Her phone rang. It was Caitlyn, checking if she had gotten home safely. Natalie replied, "Just got home, Caitlyn. Don't worry about me. Enjoy your wedding night."
Caitlyn said, "Okay," then softly added a few more words of concern.
As soon as she hung up the phone, she was embraced from behind. Landon rested his chin on her shoulder, speaking softly, "What were you talking about?"
Caitlyn put down her phone and turned her head slightly, whispering, "Something's off with Natalie."
His hands were restless.
It was their wedding night, and even though Caitlyn was pregnant, he was still feeling romantic. He whispered, "Our Mrs. Carter is showing concern for others! Tonight, you should focus on your Mr. Carter. Just feel it for yourself, look at me like this."
Her body was turned around.
Her hand touched something hot, and she let out a small scream, but she couldn't bear to push him away. Instead, she wrapped her slender arms around his neck and whispered, "Be careful of the baby! Landon, you need to hold back tonight."
He held her by the waist and kissed her.
They stumbled to the bed, falling onto the soft mattress. He pressed gently against her, mindful of her body. After a long kiss, he whispered against her lips, "What should I do then?"
Her face flushed a soft red.
She turned away, biting her lip gently, "How should I know! You figure it out yourself."
He moved closer, his face next to hers.
His breath was hot, and the warmth of it made her feel like she was melting. The sensitive skin behind her ear trembled under his lips, finally turning into a soft, involuntary moan.
"Landon, you're shameless."
Even at that moment, he remained unhurried, "Didn't you tell me to handle it myself?"
Her voice was fragmented, "I didn't mean like this."
His soft laughter echoed in her ear... her face turned even redder.
Then he said in a husky voice, "I'll be gentle."
The cold night was filled with longing.
Until dawn.
While there was tenderness in one room, someone else was standing outside The Hawkins Mansion, braving the cold wind all night.
Outside The Hawkins Mansion.
Johnny stood in the night wind for most of the night. He looked down at his phone, the messages he sent were like stones sinking into the sea, without new messages.
Lola didn't attend Landon's wedding banquet tonight.
He wanted to ask her if she was feeling unwell if the baby was causing trouble.
She didn't reply.
As the night deepened, Johnny couldn't resist taking a pack of cigarettes from his car. He tore it open, intending to pull one out. He had actually quit smoking, but at that moment, he felt the need for one to stay awake.
The villa's main door opened, and Felix walked out.
Johnny threw the pack back into the car.
Felix saw him and said in surprise, "Mr. Flores, you've been pacing around here so much that you've tilted the streetlights! What are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping at home? Mr. Hawkins said there was a thief outside and asked me to check. I didn't believe it, thinking who would steal in this cold weather. But it turns out it's you."
Johnny's gaze was deep.
He didn't mind Felix's teasing and asked softly, "How is Lola? Is she feeling unwell?"
Felix paused, "Ms. Hawkins is fine!"
"Why didn't she go to Mr. Carter's wedding banquet?"
This question stumped Felix. He chuckled, "I don't know, but whether she goes or not is her choice. You shouldn't worry so much. Just take care of Austin, Angelina, and live your own life well."
Johnny silently watched him.
After a moment, he lowered his blue eyes, "I understand, thank you." He got into his car, started it, and drove away.
On the long night,
Felix stood there for a long time, shaking his head lightly, "What a pity! They were so good together when they were kids."
Felix went back to report. He went to the second floor and opened a bedroom door. Lola was leaning on the sofa with a heater beside her. The house wasn't cold, but Lola liked the feeling of the heater, a habit she developed last winter.
Her belly wasn't showing yet, and she looked thin.
Seeing Felix enter, she looked up and asked softly, "Did he leave?"
Felix replied, "Yes, he left! Ms. Hawkins, you should go to bed early. It's getting late."
Lola nodded. She wrapped her shawl around herself and walked into the bedroom.
Felix's gaze paused, noticing the phone on the table... he guessed Johnny had sent a message, which kept Lola awake and made him go out to send Johnny away.
Felix couldn't help but sigh again.
Lola wasn't deliberately avoiding Johnny, but as her pregnancy progressed, she went out less and less. Even when she went to the law firm, it was just to check the accounts and then leave. She didn't attend any social events.
Gradually, her belly grew bigger.
She stayed home even more, only going out for prenatal checkups. But she would have Nola send the ultrasound reports to Johnny, and every time Johnny would send her a message.
Lola didn't reply. She lived her life peacefully, not wanting to be disturbed. She had regular prenatal checkups and saw a psychologist regularly. Since returning from Sunset City, she had been seeing a psychologist.
June was her birthday.
Frederick wanted to throw her a big party, but Lola refused. She touched her growing belly, "How can I wear a dress like this?"
Frederick nodded in agreement, "True!"
But to make her happy, the Hawkins family booked a resort for a family celebration. The plan was made by Sienna and Natalie, who were good at making Lola happy. It turned out very well.
Lola even had a little bit of a special cocktailthat contained no alcohol.
Back in the hotel room, she felt completely relaxed and comfortable. Reflecting on it, she realized she hadn't been so happy in years.
Natalie walked her to the door, playfully tilting her head, "Sienna and I are staying next door. Call us if you need anything."
Lola nodded.
Natalie hugged her and touched her belly, "The baby is so good."
Lola found Natalie adorable.
She remembered when Natalie used to follow her and Gavin around as a child. Now she had grown up and looked so beautiful.
Lola gently stroked her hair and said softly, "I'll introduce someone to you someday."
Natalie knew immediately it was a matchmaking attempt.
She quickly stopped her, "I'm still young. I want to have fun for a couple more years."
Lola tapped her on the head, "You're not that young anymore, still thinking about playing!"
But she always loved her siblings, so she didn't say more and turned to go into her room.
The door closed in front of Natalie.
Natalie couldn't help but think of a few months ago when she saw Grant. She also thought of her college days, which were good times, so good that she occasionally missed them.
But it was just nostalgia. She never thought Grant would appear in her life again.
She never imagined that he would become involved in her life in the future.
Lola entered the suite.
The room was carefully decorated with black roses she loved, all flown in from abroad, still fresh with dew.
She loved it, picking one up to smell it gently.
Her gaze lowered, and she saw many gifts on the white silk bedspread. She counted them carefully; there were 32.
Lola's eyes trembled slightly.
32 gifts, 32 years... the years she had known Johnny.
These gifts were from Johnny.
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