Cosset You Forever novel Chapter 141

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."