Chapter 739 Then I Beg You! Lola, I Beg You to Forget
32 years of knowing each other, 32 gifts, one for each year.
Lola opened each one carefully. Some were diamond watches, some were jewelry... some were just small notes with heartfelt messages, and some had a maple leaf inside.
The last gift felt a bit heavy.
She opened it to find a glass sphere.
It was the one she had intended to give him for his company's anniversary, but they had argued, and she had broken it.He had glued it back together and returned it to her. But what was the point of that?
Lola sat on the carpet, tears filled with her eyes.
The baby in her belly seemed to sense her emotions and kept moving.
Lola gently stroked her belly. The baby was now seven months along, and it was a little girl.
Stella would be born in just over two months.
In the golden month of September.
With Lola's soothing touch, Stella gradually calmed down and seemed to fall back asleep. Lola looked down at her belly with a gentle expression.
Her phone rang.
The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, but it wasn't really unfamiliar. It was Johnny's number.
Lola hadn't blocked him.
She thought for a moment and decided to answer. The person on the other end seemed surprised and took a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Lola, happy birthday."
Lola was silent for a moment.
She said to him, "I received your gifts, but Johnny, I can't accept them... between us..."
He gently interrupted her, "You want to say there's nothing left between us, right? But Lola, I think you still have feelings for me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have opened them."
Both of their breaths were heavy on the phone.
After a long pause, Lola spoke calmly, "You're overthinking it! I'll have someone return those gifts."
She hung up the phone.
She felt sad, thinking about everything that had happened. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night view outside. Golden roses bloomed before her, lighting up the entire night sky.
He had set off 32 fireworks.
Lola stood quietly with tears filled with her eyes.
She cried, not out of being moved, but for her past love.
A tall figure stood downstairs.
He wore her favorite white shirt and black casual pants. His handsome face looked noble in the night. He stood among the smoke, a half-burned cigarette between his fingers.
He looked up at her with deep affection in his eyes.
He knew she saw him.
Lola suddenly felt a surge of hatred for him. She picked up her phone and dialed his number. She saw the surprised look on his face as he quickly answered.
As Lola spoke, she felt a pang of pain.
She said, "Johnny, it's useless! No matter what you do now, I feel nothing; because every time I see you, I remember you kissing Shirley, her intoxicated expression when you touched her, and your clear eyes. Johnny, it's useless. I'll never forget those images, and we can never start over."
She finished speaking and stared at him.
Under the moonlight, his face was pale. He trembled as he spoke, "Then I beg you! Lola, I beg you to forget."
Lola lowered her eyes, thinking, "How could I forget?"
She gently hung up the phone and drew the curtains, rejecting his advances.
She piled the gifts in the corner. If he didn't take them away by morning, she would have someone throw them out. It was late, but Lola couldn't sleep. She paced back and forth, holding her swollen belly.
She thought about all the things she had to do tomorrow but felt like something was missing.
Finally, she looked at the corner. The small glass sphere glowed faintly in the dark. Johnny stood quietly downstairs, whispering into the night, "Lola, happy birthday."
32 birthdays, and he had spent less than half with her.
Most of the time, they had been apart. He thought, every year on this day, he would celebrate her birthday, whether she forgave him or not.
Early in the morning.
Lola got up early, ready to leave the hotel. She had a prenatal checkup in the morning.
As she left, she saw the pile of things in the corner.
She hesitated for a moment and then called the front desk to have a female employee come and take them away, instructing her to give them to Johnny and leaving contact information.
The front desk employee counted the items and packed them carefully.
She thought, "How much did all this cost? It's like throwing money away."
As Lola got into the car, she called Frederick, "Dad, I'm heading to the hospital for my checkup."
Lola didn't go alone. She was used to having Nola accompany her, making things easier. After the checkup, the doctor showed her the ultrasound, saying the baby was very healthy.
The colored ultrasound already showed the baby's features.
"She's very delicate and pretty!"
The doctor was a family friend of the Hawkins. At first, she was worried Lola wouldn't like the baby and would be emotionally distressed. But Lola had taken good care of herself, and the baby was doing well, so the doctor was relieved.
Lola looked at the ultrasound for a long time and smiled slightly.
Nola peeked at it and thought the baby looked like her father but didn't dare to say it.
As they left the clinic, Lola's gaze paused.
She saw Johnny standing at the entrance of the obstetrics department, still wearing the same clothes from last night, holding a large bag that looked like the 32 gifts.
Lola thought he was there to give her gifts and said softly, "I don't want these."
Johnny looked at her for a long moment, then his gaze shifted to the ultrasound in Nola's hand.
He asked softly, "Here for a checkup?"
Lola nodded, and Johnny asked, "Can I see the ultrasound?"
Nola looked at Lola, waiting for her instructions.
Lola replied calmly, "Let him see it." Then she walked towards the elevator, showing no signs of softening toward him.
Even with Nola there, Johnny couldn't help but gently hold Lola's hand. His voice was low and hoarse, "Lola, can we talk?"
Lola looked at his hand.
After a moment of silence, she asked softly, "Johnny, what do you want? Do you think it's possible for me to come back to you?"
She paused and continued, "After everything, how could I be so foolish to be with you again? Johnny, there's more to life than love. There are many things worth cherishing. Letting go is good for both of us."
Johnny listened quietly.
Before he could respond,
Lola gently pulled her hand away and walked towards the elevator.
Nola handed the ultrasound to Johnny and quickly followed Lola.
Johnny's fingers trembled slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He looked down at the colored ultrasound, the baby's face almost clear, a very beautiful child.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a message.
It was from Lola, a short message: [Her name is Stella Hawkins.]
Johnny savored the name, his face turning pale.
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