The warm sunshine splendidly shone on them, putting them in such majestic scene. The picture was so
warm and sweet that it seemed as if they were a real family of three.
This scene reddened the eyes of the man who kept smoking at the windowsill just nearby.
Lola, how did it feel to lose your loved one? How did it feel to miss someone who you could not see
anymore?
"Nicole, mommy's so happy to see you again. When you go back, do listen to your daddy and obey him
always. When you grow up, come and find mommy. Okay? I'll be waiting for you." She caressed her
daughter's little face lovingly and said those sad words.
Nicole nodded but did not fully understand everything. When she grew up and could make money by
herself, she would come and find her mother and be with her forever.
The time they spent together was so short. It was just less than ten minutes before Harry had lost his
patience.
He coldly glanced at Cherry next to him and she immediately went to the garden.
He must still love that woman. She could see it in his eyes. If not, why did he have to take Nicole here
on purpose?
"Nicole." She stood where Nicole had fallen down and softly called the girl's name.
It was the second time that Cherry had met Thomas Herren. The first time was at the birthday party of
her grandmother. They nodded to each other politely.
When she saw Cherry, Lola knew that it was time to say goodbye to Nicole. She held her daughter
tightly to her chest. "Nicole, call mommy when you are free." Then she read her phone number to
Nicole for several times in hopes that she would memorize it.
Nicole was very clever. She had already memorized it when Lola read it twice to her.
Lola kissed her daughter on the forehead and Nicole did the same to her mom.
Nicole was about to cry and reluctantly parted from her mother.
Looking at her daughter's back, Lola told herself not to cry. Nicole would be safe with her father. Why
should she cry? She didn't have anything to worry about.
The man next to her crouched down again. Looking in her direction, he saw that Nicole had finally
entered the back door of the hotel.
"I'm leaving A Country this afternoon. I want to take you with me. I hope you come and join me." He
expressed his idea again to her.
Lola did not refuse, nor promised. She just said, "Please go back by yourself this time. When my leg
recovers, we can talk about it again. Okay?"
It didn't sound like a rejection, but she implied something like it.
Looking at her pale face, he suddenly lost his temper and asked in a slightly sharper tone, "Lola, he
has treated you so badly already. Why can't you forget him and just have a fresh start?"
Lola looked at him in silence. She didn't get angry. She said to him and also to herself, "There will
never be a possibility that Harry and me will be together. The reason I do not accept your invitation is
that I haven't completely freed myself from that relationship yet. It's not fair for you."
Thomas heard it and knelt in front of her. "OK, I'll give you time. When you recover from your injury, I'll
come back for you."
She looked at him too, but still did not promise anything to him.
"I'll call you, Herren." She would call him no matter whether she promised him or not.
Thomas lowered his head, closed his eyes and gave in again, "OK, I'll wait for your call."
When they returned, many people had already left. Lillian was answering Joseph's call, and was sitting
on the sofa. She smiled happily.
On seeing Lola pushed in by Thomas Herren, Lillian hurriedly hung up and approached them.
"Let's go!" Lola looked at Lillian and smiled to her hesitatingly.
It seemed like everyone was happy. What about her? Where was her happiness? Was it gone forever?
In Leroy Manor in C Country
It was around ten o'clock when Harry carried Nicole off the car and went to the mansion. Nicole was
already sleeping and Cherry was following them.
Cherry watched Harry cuddle Nicole in the children's room. He took off her shoes, coat and trousers.
It would be nice if Nicole was their child. She must be very happy.
Harry closed the door after he settled Nicole down. He turned to Cherry and said, "It's late. Pick a room
so you could rest."
Cherry nodded, repressing her inner joy. It was said that no woman had ever lived here except Lola.
Cherry chose the room closest to her. But as soon as she opened the door, Harry shouted at her,
"Anyone except that one!" The voice was so cold that Cherry fearfully closed the door immediately.
Even so, she had seen the inside of the room through the light in the corridor.
She chose another room after Harry went to his bedroom. Just now did she dare to think of that room.
She saw a wall full of photos, a piano in the middle, a number of photo frames stacked on a table and a
hanging chair in front of the French window.
Whose photos were those? Why did that room exist? And why did Harry kept it from her?
It might have something to do with Lola.
Thinking of this, Cherry smiled bitterly. Did she make a right choice? She knew exactly how much Harry
loved that woman.
Even if they could not be together, he would not cease to love her.
But, she said to herself, "Cherry, now that you have made your choice, you could not give up. Come
on!"
Deep in the night
The man in the study stood at the window, looking at the sea outside and smoking incessantly.
He still couldn't figure out why she killed Rose. What had happened between them in the restroom that
day?
He knew that his mother did not like Lola. But what had she done or what had she said that forced Lola
to kill her?
He believed in Lola, but how could his mom tell a lie before she died? She would not lie anymore. It's of
no use.
Besides, there were only the two of them in that room and his mom couldn't go so far as to say that she
killed herself.
He had sent the gun to be verified and it did have Lola's fingerprints on it.
So the question came back again. What had Rose done that caused Lola to be crazy enough to kill
her?
Or maybe Lola had always been an evil woman and she hid this personality from everyone?
That was impossible. He believed in his own instincts that Lola was not a vicious woman.
It annoyed him that he was even thinking of this problem. Harry took the spirit bottle from the bar and
served himself a full glass.
Bottoms up.
He refilled the glass again and again.
The alcohol was beginning to paralyze his brain.
He unconsciously went out of the study and opened the door of the room which no one was allowed to
enter.
The room was still full of her personal belongings. There were her clothes, cosmetics, handbags and
shoes. And there were also their wedding photos. The balcony deck chair where they had held each
other for thousands of times was still intact.
He put the hanging chair in front of the French window especially for her and she had only sat there
once. Harry felt a deep longing in his heart.
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