Chapter 750 Johnny: Love May Be Letting Go and Supporting 1
The air was filled with a sweet, fresh scent.
Johnny didn't care about his disheveled state. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms, gently massaging her hand. "Does it hurt?"
Lola rested her face in the crook of his neck. The night was cool, but his body radiated a comforting warmth.
She leaned against him quietly.
Johnny didn't push her to talk. He massaged her hand for a while, then held the back of her head and hugged her tightly.
After a long time, he whispered, "I'll make you feel better in a few days."
Lola trembled slightly.
Johnny held her for a while longer before getting up to straighten himself. He stood by the bed, his belt half undone and his shirt partially open, still looking quite disheveled.
He quickly wiped himself off and fastened his belt.
He went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean Lola, but she said it wasn't necessary.
They hadn't made love, so she didn't really need it, but Johnny thought that after what had just happened, Lola might have been aroused, and it would be better to clean up. They debated for a while, and he finally got his way.
At that moment, Johnny's breath caught.
Lola knew what he was thinking. Her beautiful face was buried in the pillow, her golden hair spread across it.
The atmosphere was heavy.
Yes, she felt nothing.
Even though they had hugged, kissed, and touched each other, she showed no signs of arousal.
From start to finish, it was all his own excitement.
The ridiculous part was that he had held her tenderly and said, "Lola, I'll make you feel better in a few days."
Johnny was a man with a strong sense of pride. Not being able to give Lola pleasure was enough to make him feel defeated. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he finally sat on the edge of the bed and gently hugged her again.
He whispered in her ear, "When you're feeling better, we'll see a doctor."
The next day, Lola went to see Caitlyn.
Caitlyn had given birth to a son for Landon, named Zayne Carter. The labor had lasted three days and nights, and as soon as Zayne was born, Landon gave him a little spanking.
Despite the spanking, Landon doted on him.
Landon was willing to take care of Zayne, growing more and more fond of him each day.
Although Landon also loved Katelyn dearly, it was different. Zayne is his biological son, and the bond of blood deeply moved him. Moreover, Zayne is the child that Caitlyn fought hard to bring into the world.
Katelyn also liked Zayne.
Katelyn came to the hospital every day. Caitlyn's mother brought soup and took Katelyn back home in the evening.
Lola listened and thought their family seemed to be doing well.
She didn't stay long, leaving after a brief chat and dropping off some gifts. Caitlyn was still weak from childbirth, so Landon walked her out.
When Landon returned, Caitlyn sat up in bed, looking thoughtful.
Landon sat down next to her and pinched her cheek. "What's on your mind? You look so serious!"
Caitlyn looked up at him.
Just then, Zayne started fussing because he was hungry. Landon picked him up and handed him to Caitlyn, who gently unbuttoned her top and began to nurse him.
Zayne nursed contentedly.
Caitlyn looked down at Zayne and chatted quietly with Landon. "I think Lola came to say goodbye. Otherwise, why would she rush to see me when she's just recovered? But when I asked Amara a few days ago, she said they were doing fine."
How could Landon not see through things?
He gently stroked Caitlyn's hair and sighed. "Their situation is even more complicated than ours was."
Caitlyn held Zayne and was lost in her thoughts.
After a while, she asked Landon, "Do you think they'll end up together?"
Landon let her lean against him, cherishingly touching her face. "I don't know. But Caitlyn, I think they'll always be the most unforgettable people in each other's lives."
Not because of their three children, but because of the love they had when they were young.
Caitlyn leaned against him and said nothing more.
She thought that everyone had an island in their heart.
Maybe Lola felt she would be happier on that island. She could go there alone, and plant her favorite maple tree. When autumn came, the red leaves would fill the sky, and she would be happy.
Lola walked out of the hospital and into the parking lot.
Johnny was sitting in the car, handling some work on his phone. When he saw her, he immediately got out and opened the passenger door for her.
After getting in the car, Johnny fastened her seatbelt, speaking naturally.
"Did you see them? How's the baby?"
"He's great! They're taking good care of him. His name is Zayne Carter."
Their conversation was calm, but suddenly Johnny's hand paused, and his gaze became distant.
Lola lowered her head.
The atmosphere became awkward. Johnny noticed a small wet spot on her chest, and his voice trembled slightly. "Do you need a tissue?"
He held her waist with one hand and pulled out some tissues with the other, folding them and handing them to Lola.
"Do you want me to help?"
Even though they had been married for years, this was still a private matter. Lola turned away and spoke softly, "No."As she adjusted her clothes, Johnny watched her slender back, trembling slightly with her movements.
He was moved, and without thinking, he hugged her from behind.
His large hand reached around to help, his voice gentle. "Let me do it."
The car was cramped, and Lola couldn't avoid him.
The process was slow and teasing. If they were a typical couple, they might have ended up kissing and comforting each other, but they were different. No matter how much Johnny tried, Lola felt nothing.
After a long time, he gently let go of her and hugged her.
He didn't say anything, and neither did Lola. They both knew the truth.
It was a bit sad.
In the days that followed, Johnny continued to treat her well. On the nights he wanted to hold her, Lola rarely refused. Over time, Johnny began to believe they had a chance to reconcile.
He thought she just had a low sex drive.
About 50 days after giving birth, Johnny went to the office. Before leaving in the morning, he told Lola he'd be back by six and the driver would pick up Angelina and Austin.
That day, everything went smoothly, and Johnny returned to the villa early.
He carried a pack of floral diapers for Stella in one hand because it was the only brand that didn't cause her allergies and a bouquet of champagne roses in the other.
He changed into indoor slippers and walked quietly, thinking Lola might be asleep.
Stella had woken up twice during the night.
The bedroom door was ajar. Johnny smiled as he pushed it open, imagining Lola lying in bed, her delicate face buried in the pillow, with Stella beside her, maybe playing with her fingers.
The heavy wooden door opened slowly, but Lola wasn't in bed. His eyes scanned the room, but she wasn't there.
His pupils dilated.
The diapers and flowers fell to the floor.
He quickly crossed the room, his hand on the bathroom door. After a brief pause, he pulled it open forcefully. Lola wasn't inside.
Johnny's body went weak. After a few seconds, he realized he was drenched in cold sweat. He leaned against the door frame and slowly sat down, pulling out a cigarette before remembering Stella was in the bedroom.
He broke the cigarette.
He walked to the sink, turned on the faucet, and splashed his face with water.
Later, he found Lola in the study.
She was wearing a white nightgown, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing outside. The sunlight softened her features, but Johnny saw sadness in her eyes.
An endless sadness that reminded him of her expression in Sunset City, on a similar evening.
Later, Lola had attempted suicide. The sun was setting.
Johnny stood there, the evening light casting long shadows. Lola sensed his presence and slowly turned to look at him, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Why are you crying?"
Johnny walked over, his voice hoarse, gently wiping her tears.
Lola shook her head lightly.
Even with his hesitation, Johnny knew she might have postpartum depression, or maybe her illness had never fully healed.
Lola had autism as a child.
She had grown into a vibrant young woman, dazzling and captivating, leaving him in awe.
But by his side, she had fallen, like the setting sun.
But in his heart, Lola was the morning sun that had once illuminated his entire life.
Johnny had never felt such pain.
He held her tightly, his voice breaking as he repeatedly apologized. He was terrified, more than ever before, afraid of losing her again.
He spoke to her for a long time, telling her they would see a doctor. Lola remained quiet.
She seemed not to hate him anymore, very serene.
He took her back to the bedroom. Lola glanced at the diapers and flowers by the door. Johnny explained softly, "I dropped them by accident."
Lola looked at him but didn't call him out.
She simply said, "I wasn't thinking about suicide. I just wanted to be alone."
Autumn had arrived, and she had noticed the maple tree in the backyard had turned red. She would recognize that tree even if it turned to ash; she and Johnny had planted it together.
She wanted to see it.
She just thought that after leaving Johnny, they might be apart for a long time.
It would be a long time before they met again.
That night, Johnny barely slept.
In the early hours, he sensed Lola was awake. She didn't get up or make a sound, but he knew she was crying.
After a long time, he gently touched her pillow and found it wet.
The next day, he took her to see a doctor. After examining her, the doctor said it was postpartum depression.
"Mrs. Flores has a history of autism, so her emotions need special attention after childbirth. Yes, it might not be obvious, but she's been struggling internally."
Their marriage was once a dramatic affair.
The doctor had heard about it.
He hesitated before speaking. "She might be dealing with something she can't express, causing her internal struggle. Mr. Flores, this isn't just about having a positive mindset. Some mental health issues are beyond the patient's control. We need to find the cause and maybe let go, or maybe support her."
Let go, support.
Johnny stood in the hospital corridor, his hands trembling as he lit a cigarette.
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