Chapter 783 Johnny, It's Not Ugly at All!
Johnny didn't say a word, just held her close.
Sunlight streamed through the hospital room window, adding a touch of warmth to the already cozy atmosphere. They embraced softly, grateful to be alive after such an ordeal.
Frederick placed a thermos on the bedside table and motioned for the others to follow him out.
Charlotte wiped away her tears and followed him.
Kingsley, with one hand in his pocket and the other holding Natalie, left the room, leaving only Lola and Johnny in the warm hospital room. It was a while before they realized they were alone.
Johnny leaned back against the headboard, looking at her, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. He called Lola over.
Lola leaned in, wrapping one arm around his neck, and kissed him lightly on the lips.
There was a hint of dryness.
Johnny also held her, kissing her gently and unhurriedly. Neither of them was in a rush, perhaps because they had a lifetime to share.
"You've been in a coma for three days and haven't brushed your teeth," Lola said softly, her voice carrying a hint of mischief as she held onto his neck.
Johnny leaned in and kissed her again.
His eyes were full of her, reluctant to look away. After a long time, Lola said seriously, "Johnny, thank you for saving me twice."
He gently touched her face, his voice tender, "No need to thank me, Ms. Hawkins. I was just saving my own wife. Let's get married as soon as we get back to Syeattel."
"Sure, let's register first and have the wedding after the New Year," Lola said, leaning into his embrace, not saying anything more, just resting against him. She might occasionally think of the past, but she believed the impact of Johnny saving her was greater. She would never forget how he protected her with his body and never let go of her hand in the face of death.
After a long time, Johnny's voice came from above, "As much as I'm enjoying this, Lola, I'm a bit hungry."
Lola felt a bit embarrassed.
She suddenly remembered he hadn't eaten in three days and quickly said, "I'll help you freshen up and then get you some soup. The doctor said you need to stay a few more days before you can leave."
"Don't be so delicate! If I'm fine tomorrow, we'll leave and go home to recover," Johnny said, struggling to get up. Lola helped him to the bathroom, noticing that his leg, which had almost recovered, was now noticeably limping again. Johnny followed her gaze and smiled faintly, "It'll get better in a few days. Compared to being alive, this is nothing! Lola, I don't want to live in self-pity anymore."
He had been given so much by life; this small imperfection was nothing.
Lola smiled softly.
Later, they shared a bowl of soup.
*
Under Frederick's insistence, Johnny stayed in the hospital for three more days before flying back to Syeattel with the Hawkins family.
Originally, Frederick and Charlotte wanted them to stay at the big house, but Johnny preferred to go back to their own place. They didn't push it, understanding that the newly reconciled couple wanted to enjoy their time alone.
To that end, Frederick took the three kids with him.
In the villa, it was just Johnny and Lola, recuperating together.
That night, after dinner, Johnny handled some work and returned to the bedroom. Lola had already showered and was wearing a bathrobe, making a call to the kids. She lounged lazily on the sofa, gently toweling her damp hair.
Under the bathrobe, her long, sexy legs were partially visible.
Johnny's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice suddenly hoarse, "Don't stay up too late."
Lola looked up at him, then said a few more words on the phone before hanging up, "Do you need help with your bath? I can help you."
Johnny's leg was injured, and the doctor had advised sponge baths to let the wound heal. Usually, he managed on his own, but in the privacy of their bedroom, Lola thought it was perfectly normal to help him. After she spoke, Johnny glanced at her, "I can manage on my own."
She said, "I'll help you."
Lola got up, went to the closet to get him a bathrobe, and then went to the bathroom to run the water.
Johnny listened to the sounds from inside.
After a while, he walked in.
Lola tested the water temperature, speaking softly, "Sit on the edge of the tub, be careful not to slip."
Johnny approached, gently caressing her soft face, his voice hoarse, "Why are you suddenly so considerate? It's a bit unusual."
Lola stood up, facing him.
He had just finished a video conference, so he was dressed formally, in a dark gray wool shirt and black trousers. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath.
Looking down, she saw his toned waist and tight buttocks.
As she unbuckled his belt, she looked up and whispered, "How did you maintain this physique without working out for the past two years?"
Johnny's gaze was intense, and after a moment, he replied slowly, "Abstinence."
Lola lowered her eyes, laughing softly.
She unbuckled his belt, pulled out the shirt's hem, and deftly unbuttoned it. His upper body was perfect, but when she tried to remove his trousers, Johnny gently held her hand, whispering, "I'll do it myself."
Under the crystal chandelier, every sensation was magnified.
Lola leaned against his body, resting her head in the crook of his neck, one hand gently pulling down his trousers. Her warm breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. "Johnny, we need to be honest with each other. As a married couple, we can't always make love in the dark. Don't you want to see me?"
Of course, he did. Johnny lowered his gaze, holding her hair and pulling her into his arms.
He said, "But it's ugly, Lola. I'm afraid it'll scare you."
She replied, "It's not ugly at all! Johnny, I don't want you to feel insecure about this anymore."
His trousers slid down, falling to the tiled floor.
His left leg, now fully exposed, was no longer whole. It looked pieced together, with every muscle out of place, and not a single smooth surface.
"Lola, I told you it's ugly." He tried to cover her eyes, but she wouldn't let him.
She had him sit on the edge of the tub, took a towel, and began to gently wipe him down. Slowly, carefully, she was cherishing every moment. Each wipe made her heart tremble, afraid it might hurt him.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Lola. It doesn't hurt," he said softly and looked down.
Lola bent down to kiss the scars, and when Johnny couldn't see, she cried. But she quickly wiped away her tears and continued cleaning him.
When she tried to remove the last piece of clothing, he held her hand, "Lola?"
Lola silently moved his hand away, gently pulling it off.
She tenderly washed him, cleaning him thoroughly. Johnny looked down, never having seen Lola so humble and attentive in serving others.
She had always been stronger than him, and as a man, he instinctively wanted to be stronger than her.
But he realized he was wrong.
Lola wasn't as he had thought. For love, she could humble herself too.
He couldn't help but call her softly, "Lola."
Lola responded vaguely, then wrapped her arms around him, "Johnny, sometimes it's okay to not be okay."
When you were strong, you were Johnny.
When you were not so strong, you were still Johnny.
She held him like that, and after a long time, he whispered, "Lola, can you get me some pants?"
But she silenced him with a kiss, then sat on his right leg, kissing him passionately.
She knew his preferences well, teasing and provoking him in the way he liked. Until he couldn't take it anymore and she looked up, "Didn't you want to try me in bed?"
When Johnny lay on the bed, he feared he might not be up to it.
Lola reached for a tube of aphrodisiac. He caught her hand.
Lola turned off the chandelier, leaving only a small nightlight. She placed the aphrodisiac on the pillow, leaning in to kiss him. She kissed him while intertwining their fingers.
Johnny couldn't resist the stimulation; he couldn't fight it.
He let Lola do whatever she wanted, fulfilling all his fantasies. Several times, if not for the aphrodisiac, he would have thought Lola's psychological issues were cured.
When they lay together, their sweat was hot.
He licked her chin, asking softly, "How does it feel?"
After several rounds, Lola's body was a bit limp. She leaned back, catching her breath. After a while, she responded, "I felt something! Johnny, the important thing is that it's you. I want to make you happy."
Johnny pinched her chin, leaning in to kiss her.
He whispered, "Lola, you make me feel both defeated and fulfilled."
Unable to resist, they did it again.
In the morning, when Lola woke up, Johnny was no longer in bed.
There was no rose on the pillow, but a maple leaf.
With the New Year approaching, the red maple leaves were like fire.
Lola picked up the maple leaf, looking at it tenderly. Johnny walked in from the doorway, carrying a tray. Lola sat up and teased, "Four times last night, and you can still get up. Mr. Flores, you're quite something at your age."
Johnny didn't hold back either, "It seems Ms. Hawkins was the one doing all the work last night! I was worried you wouldn't be able to get up, so I brought breakfast to the bedroom. How's the service?"
Lola glanced at the bedside table, where the newly opened tube of lubricant was more than half used.
She couldn't help but blush.
A woman could never win a verbal spar with a man.
Lola got up, quickly freshened up, and joined Johnny for breakfast in the living room. He paused and said, "Before we register for marriage, there's something we need to do first."
Lola looked at him, "What is it?"
Johnny replied, "First, we need to visit Darren. Second, we should change Stella's name."
Lola was puzzled, "Why?"
Johnny pinched her nose, "Stella is too dazzling. After everything that's happened, I just want her to live a safe and peaceful life."
Lola thought for a moment, then said, "Changing it to Esme Hawkins sounds good! But Johnny, don't you want to hear Stella's opinion?"
Johnny thought of Darren, the stars in the sky, and felt a pang in his heart.
So Johnny adjusted his shirt collar, speaking with a touch of arrogance, "There's no need to explain."
Lola patted his handsome face, "Don't you want to know the origin of Stella's name?"
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