The land that Harry had bought was too big; it was 1.5 acres, at least. They would've had to work for
two or three days in order to finish it.
Lola was too tired to work anymore, and Harry told her to sit there and wait for him until he returned. He
then planted some more red roses around the patch of land that they had started working on.
In that way, they could easily find their flowers when they came back several months later.
Later, the field's manager came and showed them where the roses used for the essential oil extracts
came from.
They saw big bags of roses being thrown into a machine, one after another. Only one liter of rose oil
could be extracted from five to six thousand kilograms of rose petals.
Lola let that piece of information sink in. No wonder rose oil was so expensive! So many rose petals
and hard labor were being put in for its production! That explained why its price was so high.
In the evening, Lola had a nice Damascus rose bath while wearing a rose oil mask on her face.
They said that rose oil was "the queen of all essential oils". It was not only good for your face and
womb, but also helpful if you suffered from any endocrine disorders and if you had freckles.
While Lola was relaxing in the bathtub, Harry came in and handed her a glass of red wine.
"Honey, how are you feeling?" When she raised her right hand to grab the glass of red wine, he saw
that her whole body was covered in rose petals.
In fact, if she wanted to, she could also live such a life at his estate back in C Country.
"I feel great! I don't feel tired anymore." She took a sip out of her glass of red wine, and a little bit of it
dripped from her lips down her mask on her chin.
Harry came closer to her, and said, "Do you want a shoulder massage?" He was more than happy to
serve her.
Lola chuckled, and said, "Get out of here. Leave me alone!" She knew pretty well what he really
wanted.
She was trying to kick him out of the bathroom...
Harry was unhappy with that, but still stole a French kiss from her before he went out and left her
alone.
Shortly afterwards, a beautiful Bulgarian woman came into the bathroom.
She spoke something in Bulgarian, but Lola didn't understand a word. She then came to Lola and
started giving her a head massage.
Oh! It must've been Harry who had sent the woman here! Why didn't he tell her about it?
Anyway, Lola felt really good. She started to feel sleepy when the woman prepared a clean basin of
water to wet Lola's hair, and apply essential oils on it.
After her hair care was over and her hair was dried, Lola fell sound asleep.
And after the woman left, Harry came back in and looked at his girl with smiling eyes.
He took her out of the bathtub and placed her on the bed.
She really smelled like roses, and he would have called her "rose girl" if she hadn't fallen asleep.
In her dream, Lola found herself lying on a thick blanket of rose petals. The sky was serene and blue,
and the clouds were pure white. There were a lot of beautiful girls dancing all around her.
A puppy ran over to her and kissed her on her cheek. She pushed him away, but he kept coming again
and again, kissing her.
"Go away, puppy!" She didn't like pets very much, not even in her dreams.
The man was now lying by her side angrily as she was pushing him away from her and called him
'puppy', again and again.
What a daring girl she was! She called him puppy! He needed to tell her who he was!
When the puppy kissed her again, Lola kicked him off of her. Flop! And then Lola suddenly woke up.
She thought she had heard something strange. Where had all the beautiful girls gone? And where was
the puppy? Had she been dreaming all along?
Lola sat up in the bed and looked around the dim room. She was confused. "Where is Harry?" she
wondered.
Something was moving near the bed on the floor. It scared her!
She decided to look closer. Wasn't that the man she was looking for all this time? "Why... are you on
the floor?" She watched the man getting up from the floor, surprised.
"What happened to him? Did he get hurt? Why does he look so sullen?"
"Don't you know?" Harry sounded really angry and Lola backed away, wrapping herself tight inside the
blanket.
"How should I know? Are you possessed?" If he wasn't, why did he look and sound so scary all of a
sudden?
Didn't she already know? His face was darkened with anger. Harry pulled the blanket off Lola and then
jumped on her.
She let out a scream, but it was quickly muted by his kiss.
The following morning, Lola stood near the plane and held onto her waist. She was exhausted after the
full night of sex. Harry was having roses and boxes of skin care products carried onto the plane.
On the plane, she started to look into one of the boxes. There were various rose creams and masks,
and others, like eye creams, essential oils, perfumes, hair conditioners... They were enough products
for her to use for two years, at least.
Besides, a wonderful scent of roses would follow her everywhere she went.
"Do you love the smell of roses?" She asked the man sitting beside her.
Harry always kept a poker face in front of others. She had been lucky enough to see the other, hidden
sides of him, even the side of him in bed.
"Why do you ask?" He looked back at her, feeling confused.
Lola pointed at the products, and said, "These all have roses in them. You must love that smell very
much!" Although she didn't love red roses that much, she would still use those products.
Harry put down his magazine, and answered, "You love it, don't you?" She was pretty happy every time
he gave her roses. Especially here, where she looked quite excited among all those Damascus roses.
He would try to love whatever she loved.
He had initially thought that she loved the smell of roses, and that was why he had bought her so many
rose products. Alright! She didn't hate it!
And then she said, "Okay, you'll smell it every day." She looked at the packaging of the products,
although she couldn't understand a word out of the Bulgarian instructions written on them.
Harry smiled and went to Lola. He looked at her jokingly, and said, "I just love your scent!" Until he had
first smelled hers, he had never been a fan of any strong scent. It was not bad!
... Joey heard what Harry said, and he came closer secretly, trying to listen on some more.
Lola slapped Harry over the hand. What was he doing? They weren't alone on the plane! The others
must have surely heard that!
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