Chapter 748 You're Hard to Please, Mrs. Flores.
Lola felt a bit dazed.
His voice echoed in her ears again, "After just giving birth, you're still weak. It's best not to take a shower; let me help you clean up. Lola, don't you trust me? Do I really need to swear to you about something like this?"
Lola thought of a recent movie and replied indifferently, "A man's promise means nothing."
Johnny moved closer, whispering in her ear, "Then tell me what would be helpful! Lola, tell me!"
Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink.
Inside, the lights were dazzling and luxurious. Lola wore a long white nightgown that trailed on the floor, her long golden hair softly curled around her waist, looking enchanting. Even if Johnny hadn't thought about making love, he was still moved by her.
He couldn't help but hold her by the waist, doing nothing else, just holding her.
It was like holding his first love.
The night grew quieter. Lola didn't push him away or say anything to cool his enthusiasm. After years of tormenting each other, they both seemed tired. At that moment, time was the best healer.
Johnny whispered in her ear, "Lola."
She didn't respond.
He felt a bit disappointed but didn't let go, still holding her. After a long while, Lola said softly, "I'm getting tired of standing."
Johnny remembered she was weak and quickly picked her up, carrying her to the bathroom.
Her body was limp, too weak to resist, so she didn't refuse.
He sat her down by the bathtub, placing a thick towel underneath to keep her from getting cold. With the room warm enough, Johnny began unbuttoning her nightgown. The row of tiny buttons made his eyes redden a bit. He asked softly, "So many buttons, is it convenient for nursing at night?"
Lola didn't answer.
Johnny, half-squatting, unbuttoned her gown. As the water filled the tub halfway, he asked gently, "Are you cold? If you are cold, I'll turn up the heat."
Lola shook her head, "I'm sweating on my back."
Johnny naturally reached over, slipping his hand through her nightgown to touch her back.
Lola's body tensed.
Johnny held her leg to keep her from moving, speaking softly, "It's a cold sweat."
He didn't dare delay, using a towel to wipe her body.
Once her white nightgown was completely removed, he gently cleaned her. When he reached her private area, Lola wouldn't let him touch her, as postpartum discharge hadn't been fully cleared. Johnny knew it wasn't appropriate to look or touch.
"It doesn't matter! You had the baby for me."
Johnny said softly, then held her leg, treating her gently.
Lola looked down at him.
At that moment, everything was so peaceful. She even forgot their past arguments and even forgot about Shirley.
After he finished cleaning her, he breathed a little heavily. "All done! I'll get your clothes."
When he brought the nightgown, Lola said, "I can do it myself."
But Johnny had already draped it over her, carefully buttoning it up. Knowing her thoughts, he couldn't help but ask, "Why do you wear this nightgown? Remember to call me when you nurse Stella at night."
Lola looked up at him.
Johnny picked her up again. He took care of her meticulously, not letting her do anything herself, not even letting her walk a step, treating her like a precious treasure.
Lola felt his body heat as she leaned against him.
She was a mature woman and knew what it meant. She bit her lip and said softly, "I can walk myself. Do you want to take a shower?"
She knew his strong desires and thought it would be better for him to relieve himself.
Johnny didn't let go, carrying her back to the bedroom and placing her on the soft bed.
He didn't leave immediately but knelt by the bed, looking at her intently.
Her golden hair spread out on the white pillow, was incredibly beautiful. Johnny felt he could never get enough of looking at her. Lola felt uncomfortable and turned her face slightly, "I want to sleep."
She seemed a bit shy.
When a woman was shy, it was even harder for a man to resist. Johnny lightly pressed her hair. He leaned down towards her, and her face reddened more.
His voice was slightly hoarse, "Lola, are you afraid of me?" It wasn't a question but a statement.
"I'm not!"
Lola answered quickly and urgently, burying her face in the white pillow, her voice muffled, "I'm very tired, Johnny, please let me go."
Johnny wanted to talk to her, wanted to hear her voice.
But he didn't forget her postpartum weakness and need for rest. So, despite his reluctance, he let her go. As he got up, she saw the deep, longing look in his eyes. Lola turned her face away uncomfortably.
A moment later, Johnny unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his shirt.
He tossed the shirt onto the sofa and walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom. Lola listened quietly, her face a bit blank.
Johnny returned with a damp body.
Lola found him cold, so he warmed himself up before coming to hold her. As he pressed against her, he grew warm again. In the dark, Lola sincerely suggested, "We should sleep in separate rooms."
Johnny held her waist, hugging her from behind.
His voice was slightly rushed, "No need! Let's sleep."
In the night, Stella fussed, probably because she wet her diaper.
Lola woke up but hadn't opened her eyes when she felt the bed shift. Johnny got up quietly, picking up the crying Stella and gently soothing her, "Mommy's sleeping, don't cry, okay?"
Stella whimpered softly.
Johnny felt her diaper, finding it wet and heavy.
He placed Stella on the small bed, skillfully changing her diaper and cleaning her up.
Stella, now comfortable, kicked her legs happily, waiting to be fed.
Johnny hesitated for a moment, then placed Stella on the big bed. He lay on the edge and gently unbuttoned Lola's nightgown. He was careful not to wake her.
In the dim room, he didn't notice Lola was awake.
He opened her nightgown, placing Stella in her arms. Stella instinctively found the breast and began sucking vigorously. The sound of swallowing made Johnny a bit uncomfortable.
Even though it was his third time being a father.
After Stella finished one side, she whimpered a bit. Johnny was about to move her.
Lola gently shifted, moving Stella to the other side. Johnny's voice was hoarse, "You're awake?"
She said, "Yes," and nothing more.
Johnny propped himself up, quietly keeping her company.
After putting Stella back in the crib, Johnny returned to bed. As he pressed his hand on the pillow to lie down, he noticed it was wet.
Johnny frowned slightly.. Lola... had been crying?
He lay down slowly, the hand that touched her tears gently caressing her face, and then he brought it back to lightly lick.
In the darkness, neither could see the other's expression.
Johnny said softly, "A bit salty. Lola, tell me why you were crying. Did I do something wrong again, making you unhappy?"
Lola couldn't explain. She just felt like crying at that moment.
She shook her head gently.
Johnny felt a pang in his heart. He didn't ask further, gently holding her in his arms.
*
They continued like this and actually got along quite well.
Johnny began to respect her.
Lola also put away her coldness. She wasn't so distant, and as long as he didn't go too far, she tolerated his occasional kisses or touches, not pushing him away.
Sometimes, Lola thought that if she hadn't seen that video, she might have forgotten about Shirley and forgiven Johnny's infidelity.
But life doesn't have ifs.
Days passed, and it was clear that Angelina and Austin were happier.
After school, they would rush home, dropping their backpacks and running upstairs to see Stella. Sometimes Stella was awake, kicking her legs and smiling at Angelina and Austin. More often, Stella was quietly sleeping.
During Lola's recovery, she worried about Frederick but couldn't go out. Most of the time, Johnny took Angelina and Austin to visit him. When he made nutritious soups for Frederick, Lola could smell it from the second floor.
Today was no different.
Cindy entered with a smile, "Smells good, doesn't it? Mr. Flores is making soup. He's going to take it to Mr. Hawkins soon. Mr. Flores is really good to Mr. Hawkins."
Lola smiled faintly.
Cindy placed a bowl of chicken soup on the small dining table and put a soft cushion on the chair. When Lola sat down to drink the soup, Cindy didn't leave, speaking cheerfully, "I heard Mr. Flores telling others that the Sip and See will be postponed until Mrs. Flores is fully recovered. By then, Stella will be a bit older, and Mr. Hawkins will be out of the hospital. He'll be happy to see it, and his recovery will be faster."
She spoke quickly, like reciting a script.
Lola paused, asking softly, "Is this what you wanted to say, or did Johnny ask you to say it?"
Cindy looked a bit uncomfortable.
After a moment, she cleared her throat and said, "Mrs. Flores, don't mind. Mr. Flores cares about you! Where you can find a man who won't cheat? If he changes, that would be great, especially for the sake of the three kids."
She was overstepping.
But Lola didn't want to blame her. She just lowered her head and said, "I'm not like him."
Even if their feelings from childhood had changed over time, she should still give him some dignity.
Shirley's affair had shattered their relationship, leaving no room for reconciliation.
After Lola finished speaking, the door opened, and Johnny walked in.
The atmosphere was a bit tense.
Lola asked Cindy to leave. Cindy knew they had things to discuss and quickly left.
After she was gone, Lola looked down at the bowl of soup.
She asked softly, "Are you planning a big Sip and See?"
Johnny understood her meaning. Even after a month of living together, taking care of her. During this time, he often bathed her, washed her hair, and sometimes even massaged her. They had done all the intimate things a couple could do, but her heart never wavered.
She always wanted to leave him.
Sixty days was his chance to win her back.
But to Lola, it might just be a favor, perhaps a repayment.
Repayment for saving Frederick with his blood.
She might even be willing to repay with her body.
No matter how determined Johnny was, he felt hurt. He said hoarsely, "After all this time, Lola, haven't you softened at all? When people spend time together, they develop feelings, right?"
Lola didn't want to bring up the past.
But now she asked, "What about you and Shirley? You spent months together, practically living together. Did you have no feelings for her?"
"No!"
"Besides, she's dead! She doesn't matter anymore."
Johnny said coldly as if talking about a stranger.
Lola felt a deep sadness.
She thought Johnny would never understand the pain of being betrayed.
At that moment, Johnny seemed to calm down. He wanted to win her back, not argue. He said, "I just called. Dad's out of the hospital. I'll take you to see him tomorrow."
Lola was a bit surprised.
Her face lit up with joy, "Really?"
His anger melted away. He stepped forward, pinning her against the chair, bending down to kiss her lips softly, "You're hard to please, Mrs. Flores."
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