Chapter 779 Lola, You Are Tempting Me to Sin
Lola slowly turned around.
She calmly scanned the parents, very composed, and then she gave a faint smile. "So, our Angelina's been getting all this 'attention' at school, and as her mom, I had no clue. That's on me."
The room fell silent.
This was the Hawkins family. The combined assets of the Hawkins family and Johnny's company could crush all of Syeattel. Who would be so reckless as to neglect the education of their own child and dare to call Johnny a cripple while bullying his daughter?
No one spoke. Lola slowly walked around the room. Even though she was just wearing a simple white T-shirt, her presence was so commanding that no one dared to speak.
Finally, Lola smiled slightly. "I'll get to the bottom of this."
Johnny looked up at her, his heart skipping a beat. He recognized that expression—it was familiar yet distant.
It was the same look she had when they were kids after his mother jumped off a building and his classmates mocked him. Young Lola had stood in front of him and fiercely beat up the worst of the bullies, even though she bled and couldn't stop it.
That day, young Johnny had held Lola and run a long way. He was terrified, afraid that Lola would suddenly die like his mother.
Recalling those memories, Johnny's eyes grew moist. He softly called out, "Lola."
That slightly hoarse voice brought Lola back. She slowly turned to see Johnny, who was looking at her calmly. That calmness soothed her.
Lola's lips trembled slightly.
Johnny, holding Austin with one arm, reached out to Lola. She looked at it for a long time, her eyes welling up with tears, but there was a hint of stubbornness.
This was the Lola Johnny knew. He smiled lightly, with a touch of nostalgia.
Finally, Lola took his hand.
As Johnny left with his wife and child, his leg was still somewhat lame, but he didn't hide it. He walked openly past those people. Maybe his body wasn't perfect, but he was stronger than any man there.
Outside the school, a black business car was parked. Johnny held the car door open for Lola and Austin to get in first.
Just as he was about to close the door, Principal Stanley Ortiz and Dean Armando Gomez rushed over, sweating heavily. They had just heard about the incident and came to apologize to Johnny, hoping he wouldn't be angry. Otherwise, who would they ask for the large annual funding?
Armando sincerely said, "Mr. Flores, we're really sorry about what happened today."
Stanley chimed in, "Yeah, kids can be thoughtless. We apologize on their behalf and hope Mr. Flores can overlook this incident."Johnny closed the car door.
He looked at them, not speaking at first. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a long drag before saying, "I can handle some grievances. But Mr. Ortiz, Mr. Gomez... I donate a significant amount of money to your school every year, just to see my kid get bullied. You knew Angelina was bullied to tears, right? What did you do then? Did you threaten her not to tell her parents?"
They smiled bitterly.
This was a prestigious school, and every parent was not to be trifled with. But the most formidable was Johnny.
They regretted it now, but regret didn't seem to help.
Stanley mustered the courage to ask, "What do you want us to do, Mr. Flores?"
Johnny extinguished his cigarette, pressed his tongue against his cheek, and said, "I haven't decided yet."
Armando and Stanley could only smile bitterly again. They wanted to plead further, but Johnny had already walked around to the other side and got into the car. Armando and Stanley looked at each other and sighed.
Johnny didn't take them to the Hawkins Mansion.
He had the driver take them back to their original villa, where Lola and the kids occasionally stayed. But since the host of the house moved out, they hadn't returned.
At noon, the black car slowly drove in.
The servants were a bit surprised but quickly started preparing lunch, making it much more sumptuous than usual.
When they got out of the car, Austin was asleep, perhaps from crying too much out of emotional exhaustion.
Lola wanted to wake him.
Johnny stopped her, looking at Lola and softly saying, "I'll carry him."
Lola whispered, "Better wake him up; he's not light."
But before she finished speaking, Johnny had already picked up Austin. His leg had suffered severe trauma, and even though it had recovered well, it was still quite a struggle. But Johnny insisted on carrying Austin to the second-floor children's room.
He laid Austin on the bed.
Johnny stumbled. He knelt to cover Austin with a thin blanket, looking at him for a long time.
Austin wasn't sleeping soundly.
He kept murmuring, "Daddy... Daddy..."
Johnny's heart ached. He slowly lowered his head, cradling Austin's face like a fragile treasure, their foreheads touching.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, letting in a sliver of light.
Lola stood at the door, quietly watching.
After a moment, her eyes grew moist, and she gently closed the door.
Johnny went to the master bedroom, and Lola wasn't surprised. What happened at the school that morning had left them both outwardly calm but inwardly turbulent. Johnny couldn't possibly be indifferent, and neither could Lola.
When he came in, Lola had already showered.
She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in a bathrobe, holding a slim cigarette between her fingers, standing quietly, lost in thought.
"When did you start smoking?" Johnny walked over, took the cigarette from her fingers, and put it out.
Lola turned to look at him.
He couldn't read the emotions in her eyes but felt familiar. Just as he was about to speak, Lola wrapped her arms around his neck. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him. Only then did he realize she was barefoot, her long legs pressed against him, a sensation he hadn't felt in nearly two years.
Johnny admitted he wanted to make love.
Lola being the initiator in their intimate moments was like a potent aphrodisiac for him. How could he resist?
He didn't ask why, didn't struggle, and quickly immersed himself in the kiss.
They kissed passionately, stumbling to the bed. Her body was pushed down, followed by a blissful and intense lovemaking experience. Everything felt so fervent and wonderful. Johnny hadn't felt this way in a long time. At that moment, he felt like he was back in his youth, full of explosive passion.
But at the crucial moment, he realized Lola wasn't aroused.
She was soft beneath him, but she felt nothing.
Johnny's voice was hoarse, "Lola, relax. Do you remember how happy we used to be?"
Perhaps it was her initiative today that gave him a glimmer of hope.
He thought they might have a wonderful sex life again.
Lola slowly opened her eyes, filled with tears. She gazed at Johnny tenderly. After a while, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck, and softly said, "I don't mind the pain, but if you do, there's lubricant in the nightstand. I just bought it."
Johnny propped himself up on his arms.
His heart ached.
But he didn't show it. He lowered his head and gently nibbled her nose, his voice low and seductive, "What good woman keeps that on hand? Lola, you're tempting me to sin."
She looked up at him, her hair spread across the pillow.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice alluring, "Do you want to sin?"
Of course, he did.
Johnny didn't hesitate anymore. He reached into the nightstand and took out the tube. He wasn't used to it, and his movements were clumsy. They hadn't had sex in a long time. At the last moment, he looked at Lola's pained expression.
He stopped, leaning down to whisper in her ear, "Can you forget? Lola, I don't want you to force yourself. If it were someone else, you probably wouldn't need this to feel pleasure."Sweat cooled slowly.
He slowly withdrew from her.
Before he could leave, Lola held onto him, whispering, "I can try to forget! Johnny, can we try?"
Johnny stared at her for a long time.
Finally, he gently pried her arms away and got up. But he didn't leave the bed. Instead, he sat on the edge, pulled on his pants, and lit a cigarette, smoking slowly.
Lola got up and hugged him from behind.
Johnny finished his cigarette, turned and kissed her.
Later, a servant knocked on the door, saying dinner was ready. They didn't continue. Instead, they changed clothes and woke Austin to eat together. That night, Johnny didn't leave, but he slept with Austin. Angelina and Stella were also brought back.
Before bed, Angelina went to the master bedroom.
Stella sat on the carpet, focused on her blocks, while Lola, having showered, was applying skincare products.
Angelina came over, leaning against Lola, and softly asked, "Is Daddy staying for good now?"
Johnny had stayed the night, but Lola couldn't figure out his exact intentions. If he truly wanted to start over, given his strong desires, he hadn't made love to her, so she was unsure.
Lola put down her skincare products and touched Angelina's face.
"You can ask Daddy."
Angelina bit her lip, "I did, but Daddy wouldn't say. He said to ask Mommy."
Such a meaningful statement was lost on Angelina.
But Lola understood. Johnny was back.
She felt a surge of emotion, suppressing it before telling Angelina, "Then have a good sleep. You can see Daddy every morning from now on."
Angelina was stunned for a long time, then gently hugged Lola.
She murmured, "Mommy."
Originally, Lola wanted to talk to her about school, but she decided against it. Angelina was happy now.
Early in the morning, Lola woke up.
Opening her eyes, she saw a dewy white rose on the pillow beside her. She quietly looked at it for a long time, a tear slowly rolling down her cheek.
If not for the children's voices downstairs, she might have thought these past years were a dream.
She woke up in the year Johnny returned from abroad.
But it wasn't a dream. The children's voices reminded her it was real.
They went through a lot together, they had three children, and now he was back.
The bedroom door opened softly.
Johnny walked in.
In the winter chill, he wore a gray-black turtleneck sweater and matching thin wool trousers, looking sharp and vibrant.
His walk was almost normal, nearly perfect.
Behind him was a beam of bright sunlight.
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