Chapter 110 Fiancee's Number
At Crescent Spring Villa.
Eight pm.
Lola rang the villa's doorbell. The man, in a gray night-robe, opened the door holding a glass of high-grade red wine.
The woman concealed her clean and beautiful face under the garish smokey makeup and red lipstick.
She dressed herself in a black sports suit and black sneakers.
She was definitely intentional!
Sulkiness flickered in Harry's eyes. A woman should thank god for being invited by Harry.
"Go away!" The man spit out two words. He really had no appetite for her.
The woman secretly smiled, feeling complacent for getting what she wanted! She would admire his courage if he got fresh with her even though she was dressed up like this!
The woman turned and walked back. "Stop!" The cold voice of the man came again.
She looked back with a smile. "What's up, Boss Si? Didn't you ask me to go away?"
"I changed my mind." Was it hard to understand? Were there any barriers to communication between the two people?
Lola pulled a face in an instant and her ghostly expression was clearly seen by Harry.
Did she hate him? Thinking of this possibility, Harry put his red wine glass on the front porch.
He pulled her into the villa. Hate him? He did not allow it!
The interior of the villa was decorated in the same style as No. 8 Pearl Spring. Harry was absolutely a neat freak for the house was clean and spotless. And white was the dominant color.
If you looked around this villa, which covered a few thousand square feet, you would notice that the wallpaper, the sofas, the chandeliers and the carpets were all white. Only the cabinets, the wine racks, the tables and the like would be painted in light gray or black.
"Bang!" Harry slammed the villa door shut. Hearing the loud sound, Lola almost leaped into the air with fear.
Looking at his gloomy face, Lola wondered whether he was angry.
Why should he be angry anyway? She was angry indeed!
Lola got rid of the man's hand, took off her shoes, and walked barefoot towards the living room.
The floor of the villa was covered with soft wool carpets, so there was no need to worry about feeling cold on the feet.
Harry was really rich to have every villa of him decorated so luxuriously!
Watching the woman walking to the living room directly, Harry followed her with a pleased expression on his face.
He sat across from her and lazily leaned back upon the sofa, peering at the woman's every move.
Lola, however, did not move about, but gave a curious look at the furnishings.
As the man did not speak for a long time, she broke the silence first.
"Boss Si, you can talk about work now!" She looked at the man on the sofa, who revealed a domineering air all the time.
Harry stared the woman in the face and said, "Look at your face, wash it, will you? I'm not in the mood to talk about work!"
He tapped the armrest with his fingers, waiting for the woman to wash the "stain" on her face.
Lola pouted. She would not wash, for she did not want to waste her two hours of makeup time.
She smiled faintly. "Boss Si, anything else? I'll take leave then!"
Dare to reject him! Good job! Lola.
Harry stood up from the sofa and slowly approached her. Lola jumped at once. "All right, I am going to wash it!"
He was the boss! He had the final say!
Harry sat on the sofa where she had just sat and looked coldly at the woman who was like a ghost. "Second floor. The innermost room. Clean yourself, or I don't mind doing it for you!"
Another threat! Motherfucker! Lola quickly ran up to the second floor to find the room he said.
When she walked to the end of the hallway, she could not open the room on the left. So she twisted the doorknob of the room on the right and pushed it open.
The huge bedroom was neat and spotless just as the first floor.
The room exuded the unique smell of the man. She figured that he might have just taken a shower because she smelled a hint of shower gel in the bathroom.
There was no makeup remover. How could she clean herself?
She took a look at Harry's bathe goods and grabbed a bottle of facial cleanser with an English brand name—she could only make do with it!
Though she had washed for nearly ten minutes and used the facial cleanser twice, she did not manage to clean her face.
Her BB cream was too thick, plus the eye shadow, while the men's facial cleanser had no such a function as removing makeup. Therefore, Lola went downstairs with "raccoon eyes" that was caused by eyeliner.
Harry glanced at Lola, who looked much better although her makeup wasn't cleaned off.
As Lola became more pleasant to look, Harry pulled the woman to himself and slowly lowered his head.
......
Lola looked at the man who was so close to her. This was his purpose!
Thinking of this, she took a bite without hesitation, much harder than the last time! She quickly ran to his opposite, watching Harry's bleeding lips.
Harry looked at the stubborn woman, and at the moment he really wanted to hang her up and beat her.
He stood up from the sofa with the intention to teach her a lesson.
Lola watched his reaction, hell! She ran behind the sofa.
"Boss Si, how can you go rogue?" She protested, carefully keeping away from the man.
The man stared at her with murderous eyes, as if a wolf was watching a sheep. At this time, she spotted Harry's cell phone on the table.
An idea came to her.
She carefully moved to the table and quickly picked up his cell phone, while keeping an eye on the man who may rush at her.
Watching her grabbing his cell phone, Harry thought she was up to no good, so he strode to catch up.
The woman screamed and ran behind the other sofa, preventing Harry from getting closer.
Watching the grinning woman, Harry had an impulse to throw the sofa out.
"Boss Si, think twice. Your cell phone is in my hand. If I dial your fiancee's number by accident..." The woman smiled cunningly at Harry, who smiled as well.
"Lola..." Harry's wolfish voice was interrupted by a WeChat video call.
Though scared by the sudden noise, Lola cast a glance at the screen and saw the name of Yolanda.
She took a quick look at the man who was coming near and pressed the "Accept" button without hesitation.
Yolanda was filled with joy, for Harry finally accepted her video call.
The problem was that she saw the ceiling at first, and then the camera was aimed at Harry on the other side.
Obviously, it wasn't Harry who answered her video call. Who would it be?
Yolanda suddenly had a bad feeling. "Harry." She called softly.
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