No Escape From Mr. CEO's Dangerous Love

Chapter 57

Even he picked up her calls, he would hang up without talking much. It lasted for about a year, until Rose called her and told her that Harry got married. That was when she realized she had lost this man.

Yolanda bitterly and deeply regretted her decision.

Hearing a sob, Harry looked up from work and found Yolanda weeping on the couch.

He put the pen down, and walked to her. "What's the matter?"

Yolanda kept crying without a word. Harry bent down, but he failed to say anything.

Suddenly, Yolanda flung herself into Harry's arms. Unprepared, he almost fell down, but he took a step back on the right side and kept their balance.

"Harry, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry and I regret so much. I beg you. Please come back to me. Please..." Yolanda weltered in tears. Harry closed his eyes to hide the pain inside.

He pushed Yolanda away and insisted it was too late.

To send Yolanda back to the villa, Harry finished work earlier.

The villa was very quiet. Mrs. Herbert was not there. He could not found Lola on the second floor either. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Looking out of the window, he saw Lola, Mrs. Herbert and two other servants were talking by the pool.

Harry changed clothes and went to Lola. "Harry, have you seen Naughty?" Yolanda was searching

around the living room, her eyes red from crying.

"It might be in your room. Go and check." Harry walked towards the pool directly.

Before he got there, he heard Lola's voice. "It's too late to say that. Get it out now!"

Seeing Harry walking to her in leisure wear, Lola put on a sulky face, as he stayed with Yolanda in the company this afternoon.

"What's going on?" Harry stood beside Lola.

"Look..." Lola pointed at the pool, where a lifeless cat was floating.

"Ah!" "Naughty!" Yolanda came out at one point and saw Naughty in the pool, letting out a scream.

Harry frowned and took his top off by the pool. Then he jumped into water and took Naughty out.

It was indeed too late. Naughty was already stiff.

"Naughty, wake up. Naughty." Yolanda wanted to stroke the dripping-wet Naughty with her trembling hands, but dared not to do so.

"What happened? Harry looked at Mrs. Herbert and the other two servants coldly.

"We have no idea, Young Master. It was My Lady who asked us to take Naughty out. We didn't know that Naughty are ..." Dead. The younger servant answered. Her name was Betty Sampson and she had been here only since they moved to this villa.

"Lola! Why did you kill Naughty?" Yolanda accused Lola of killing her cat immediately, while actually Lola had no idea about the accident.

"Don't sling mud at me! I didn't do anything. You should have taken better care of your own cat!" Lola rolled her eyes at Yolanda.

"Harry! Is this your so-called wife? Someone who killed Naughty just because she didn't like it? I should have sent it away..." Yolanda firmly believed that Lola had killed Naughty. She was the only possible suspect.

"Hey, your cat is dead, but it's not my fault. Okay? I just passed by and I didn't do anything. What's wrong with you?" Lola got anxious, and looked at the silent Harry.

"What did you come here for?" Harry looked into Lola's eyes. Naughty was a Persian cat that Yolanda and he brought home from a pet store. They kept it together for years and it witnessed many of their memories. So seeing the dead Naughty, Harry also felt sad.

"I was having a walk here..." It sounded unconvincing even to herself, but it was the truth. Lola had been upset about Yolanda's post, so she took a walk in the garden to get away from the bad feelings. And on the way back, she passed by the pool, where she accidentally found Naughty, so she went to Mrs. Herbert for help.

"Lola, do you even believe such a lame excuse yourself?" Yolanda sneered. That was obviously a

clumsy lie.

...

Lola didn't respond. Instead, she turned to Harry. "I didn't kill Naughty."

Harry grabbed his top and walked towards the house. "Find a pet cemetery and bury it properly."

...

Yolanda stepped forward and grasped Lola's arm. "Lola, you can't leave!"

Lola shook Yolanda's arm off restlessly. "Don't touch me!" Then without any further move, Yolanda just fell into the deep end of the pool unexpectedly.

"Ah! Help..."

Harry heard everything behind him. Hearing the loud splash, he turned around and found Yolanda fall into the pool.

Without hesitation, he threw the top and jumped into the water. After about ten more seconds, Harry finally pulled Yolanda out of water. Lola was relieved to see her safe.

But how did she fall? She didn't push Yolanda. Lola looked her own hands, wondering.

Harry laid Yolanda on the ground and pressed her chest. The comatose Yolanda spat a gob of water out and gradually came around coughing.

"Harry!" Yolanda sat herself up and threw herself into Harry's arms, crying like a child.

Harry didn't say anything but carried Yolanda towards the villa.

He didn't stop when passing by Lola, nor did he even take a look at her.

That night, for the first time, the couple shared a same bed but their hearts were apart.

Lola tossed and turned, while the man beside her seemed to be sleeping soundly. Lola pinched him, "Don't sleep."

"Go to sleep. I know you didn't mean it." You know? What the hell do you know? Lola sat up and looked at Harry, who still had his eyes closed in darkness.

Knowing that he would not like to talk now, Lola chose to give up. She turned over a few times and finally fell asleep. After Lola fell asleep, Harry opened his eyes, sighed, cuddled her in his arms, and then he went to sleep for real this time.

When Lola woke up the next day, Harry was not in the room. She cleaned herself up slowly and went downstairs.

Harry was having breakfast with Yolanda in the living room. Content smile on Yolanda's face made it hard for Lola to believe her cat just died yesterday.

The scene had spoiled Lola's appetite. She took the purse and changed the shoes, ready to leave.

"Come over and have breakfast!" Harry said when he noticed that she was about to leave.

"No, I have lost my appetite." Lola opened the door and left without looking back.

Seeing this, Yolanda slowed down a bit.