Lola recovered and chuckled. "I was thinking about my prince charming." Her eyes glittered with affection.

Harry sat on the bed and caressed Lola's arm which was dressed with layers of gauze. "Is it still hurt?"

Lola unhappily pouted, "You don't even ask who my prince charming is?" With that, she withdrew her hand from his.

Harry kissed her on the lips with a sly smile and confidently asked, "Anyone else except me?" If Lola played tricks on him and told him it was Nicole's irresponsible father, Harry would no doubt cut her connection with that man.

She looked at the man like a spoiled child and said, "Get out! Get out! I'm going to get changed."

Harry stared at the changeable woman who was now playing cute.

He carried her off the bed by waist and asked her to turn around. After Lola did so, Harry started to unzip her dress.

His breathing got faster around her, but she didn't feel anything.

He held her in the arms, enjoying the peaceful moment. The scene in the alley flashed through Lola's mind. She pushed him away and threw her dress to the rubbish bin.

"I'm gonna have a shower!" She gave him an anxious look.

Harry swooped her up in his arms. "You can't touch water now. Let me help."

She thought he was going to offer a helping hand. But it turned out...

As the evening approached, Harry looked at the exhausted woman with a content smile.

After 7 pm.

Awakened by Harry's ringtone, Lola opened her tired eyes and looked at the man who answered the phone away.

Noticing that it was dark outside, Lola sat up immediately, put on clothes and went off the bed.

Harry watched her dressing and said coldly, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, he came over.

"Mike is dead." He spoke to the blushing woman straightforwardly. Mike was beaten in the police station and died because of heavy bleeding. He should have been tortured further!

Lola paused when she reached out for her handbag.

Died... The man she had been in love with died...

At the time when she wanted nothing but revenge, she never thought he would die one day.

His death was not to be regretted. But somehow Lola felt sorry. Probably because she felt sorry for the days she had spent with him.

He did bring her plenty of happy hours, even though all those happiness and caring were nothing but lies. But she was happy at that time.

Harry was unpleasant to see her face turning pale.

That man hurt her over and over again. Now she was sad about his death?

He grabbed her wrist and held her in the arms. "Are you feeling sorry for him?" He asked coldly.

She looked at the man, wondering if he was angry. Why?

"I am asking you if you're feeling sorry for him?" Harry asked aggressively, determined to get the answer.

Until then, Lola recovered from the shock. When she softly grasped his waist, Harry's anger was alleviated a lot.

She laid her head on his chest to feel his heartbeat. "No. I'm just a bit shocked to hear that. I did feel sorry for him for a moment. But now I'm fine. He deserved it."

In her youth, he manipulated her, ruined her family, hurt her and insulted her. Worse, he attempted to compel her again and again. How could it be possible that she got hurt by his death.

Satisfied to hear that, the man threw the phone onto the bed, stroked her long hair, held her face and kissed her on the lips.

"Wait a second. I'll take you to dinner and then drive you back."

She nodded obediently and hugged him. How she wished time could stop at that moment.

How long could the hard-won peace and sweat last?

Absent-minded, she loosened her grip. Her feelings of anxiety sucked...

When Harry went get changed, she decisively left the Crescent Spring alone and texted Harry. "I go by myself. Bye!"

It took her quite a while to walk out of the villa quarter. All of sudden, a car stopped beside her with a honk.

Inside the car was Harry, staring at her, face livid.

See! Their momentary sweat and peace blew off. It was for fear that she would be too dependent on him and hate to part that she left by herself. So he shouldn't wear the poker face now, right?

"Get in the car!" He said calmly, eyeing the woman who was in a daze and wondering what was on her mind.

She bit her lower lip before opening the front door and went in the car.

Harry leaned to her immediately after she sat steady, which definitely freaked her out.

Harry watched the dumbfounded Lola and fastened the seat belt for her.

Surprised by an unexpected kiss, she didn't know what to do.

As Lola didn't kiss back, Harry pinched her finger. It was not until then that she recovered from the slipped mind.

The light turned green and the car behind beeped at them. Harry had to loosened his grip on his prey.

On the wide street was the hurtling black Maserati, inside of which Lola was gazing at the driver in silence.

He had a good-looking profile, thick eyebrow, Roman nose and thin lips.

Indulged in his tantalizing profile, she couldn't take her eyes off him.

"Hot enough?" He asked casually.

Lola nodded candidly and said, "Yes. Your hot body impresses me!"

...

She didn't wake up to what she just said until

He fixed his eagle eyes on her. Why he kept gazing at her?

He repeated what she just murmured when they were waiting for the green light at the crossing.

Er... She looked at the smiling man blankly. Was that what she just said?

In all likelihood since that was her real thought...

He quickly stole a kiss from her lips before stepping the gas and passing the crossing.

They went to eat hot pot as Lola required.

Harry acted like a waiter, boiling vegetables and meat for Lola who was eating with gusto. However, the loving eyes of girls nearby irritated her.