"Happy birthday, grandpa Wang!" Harry and Yolanda walked directly toward Mark Wang and handed
over their valuable gifts.
Both Harry and Yolanda's grandpas were old friends of Mark Wang. On this special day, it's natural to
let their grandchildren send congratulations with gifts.
One was the CEO of SL Group, the other a world-famous actress. Who was not envious of their
identity?
Yolanda was smiling with good grace when someone took out their cell phones and took photos of
them. She didn't mind but smiled back.
"Well, thank you. I'm glad you two have come. Yolanda, how is your foot?" Mark Wang was pleased to
see the perfect match in front of him and looked forward to attend their wedding ceremony.
"It's fine, grandpa Wang. It's just ankle sprain. I have Harry by my side. It's okay." Yolanda smiled very
sweetly, as if she was nestling up against her husband.
"Uh huh, you go to rest. Don't walk back and forth." Mark Wang looked at them, more and more
satisfied.
"Okay, grandpa Wang! Here are so many guests. Harry and I won't take any more of your time."
Yolanda walked to her seat, holding Harry's arm to look elegant. She took a few steps and her injured
foot hurt a little.
Harry sent her to her seat and went straight to the party. He didn't like it, but he went anyway.
Yolanda sat quietly on her seat, like an unearthly fairy. Several of the fans were hesitant to approach.
Yolanda smiled faintly at them and nodded her head. With her permission, those fans went up to her
and asked her for autographs and pictures.
About the end of the party, Yolanda took out her cell phone and refreshed the entertainment news.
Sure enough! The media exposed the photos of her and Harry, and the topic of their arrival in the hotel
was on the hot search list.
After drinking two glasses of red wine and white wine, Harry found Mark Wang. "Grandpa Wang, I have
to deal with some work at my company, so I'll leave with Yolanda. Enjoy the party."
Mark Wang wondered why Harry mention Yolanda in such a cold tone. Weren't they lovebirds? Why
were they so distant? He nodded a farewell to them without much thought.
"Harry, I have just walked a few steps when we came here, now, my foot hurts a little." Yolanda uttered
in a pitifully weak voice at the front gate of the hotel.
Harry glanced at her injured foot, which seemed to be really a bit swollen. He picked her up and put her
on the passenger seat, heading back to the Pearl Spring Villa.
When they were back at the villa, the news had been kept hyping up. He carried Yolanda into the room
and was ready to leave.
"Harry, don't leave me alone." Yolanda clutched Harry's palm and begged in a low voice.
Harry hesitated the moment he heard the sentimental sound of Yolanda. She limped to the door and
shut it, and looked at the man in a loving way.
"What's the matter?" He asked coldly.
"Harry, don't be so indifferent to me. I regret what I have done in the past. I'm sorry." Arms around his
waist gently, Yolanda buried her face against his chest.
Without replying her, Harry put his hands in his pockets with indifference. It was too late to say anything
now, and they couldn't go back.
"I know you have Lola now, but I can give you whatever she gives to you." Yolanda wept, loosening her
hands around the man's waist.
She unzipped her own dress. Harry twisted his frowning face to one side, refusing to watch her.
"Put on your clothes." He commanded coldly.
"Harry!" Though she acted this way, the man was not willing to take a look at her. Tears fell down her
face like beads on a broken thread. She raised herself on tiptoe, put her arms around his neck, and
kissed his thin lips that were cold and familiar.
Harry felt a pang of pain in his heart. Since when did Yolanda start to humiliate herself like that?
Just, their story had become a past tense. They could never go back.
Not only because he had Lola. Even without her, he did not want to be with Yolanda anymore.
When he was about to push away the woman, the room door was shoved open.
Lola looked coldly at the scene in front of her, her heart seized by a needle-like pain.
Harry hurriedly pushed away Yolanda from his bosom, and went to Lola at the door, "Lola..." For the
first time he got into a panic and was eager to explain something.
Lola went past Harry towards Yolanda, and slapped her hard across the face.
"Lola!" Seeing the mark on the smooth face of Yolanda, Harry quickly stopped Lola.
"What's wrong? Feel sorry for her?" Lola threw off Harry's hand, her eyes fixed on the woman in front
of her with resentment. Well done, international superstar! Seducing her husband right under her nose!
Good job!
"Lola, you dare to hit me!" Yolanda stared at Lola in great shock. She had never been slapped while
growing up!
"I just hit you. I guess you grow up in pretty good shape! Seducing my husband in my house, you are
so cheap. How many men have you hooked up with? Miss International." Harry understood what Lola
intended for her words.
Harry came a little closer. "Lola, that's a bit too much. Let's go back to our room."
"Too much? Well, I'll leave the place for you to go on with your petting!" Lola turned to leave the room.
As she was about to close the door back in her own room, Harry caught up with her.
Unable to close the door, Lola gave up and stayed silent for a while. Sitting quietly in front of the
dresser, she said, "We didn't marry for love. If you are suffering, if I am really standing in your way,
please tell me, I'll leave!"
Harry closed the door, walked behind her, pulled her up, and sat in her chair while letting her sit on his
lap.
"It's not like that... Give me some time. It's not easy to let go of the past dozen years." Harry buried
himself in his wife's arms, and said in a muffled voice.
Oh, he had had more than a dozen years of relationship with Yolanda. Lola closed her eyes and asked,
"Do you still love her?"
Without answering her at once, Harry replied after a long silence, "Maybe no." With Lola, he was willing
to let go of all his past.
Lola heard these words, disappointed. Maybe no... Maybe yes, isn't it?
However, ask yourself, do you love him? Do you love this man in your arms? Lola did not know...
"If, after a period of time, you still love her, please tell me, I quit, I do not want to stand in your way."
Again, she gently declared her intention. She knew damn well about fickleness in love.
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