No Escape From Mr. CEO's Dangerous Love

Chapter 223

As Lola was getting out of the car, a reporter spotted her and rushed towards the car.

"How about I send you there? There are more people in here." Jordan frowned at her when he saw reporters rush out.

She shook her head, "No. Jordan, don't worry, I can solve it on my own. Take care and don't worry too much about me." Lola got off, closed the door and walked towards the elevator. She held her chin up high and wore a "professional smile" on her face.

Immediately, she was surrounded by the reporters and was asked all kinds of questions.

"Miss Newman, are you with Mr. Lewis or with Mr. Herren?"

"Miss Newman, we saw you kissed Mr. Herren in the photos. Are you going to get married soon? Or is it just a romantic gesture?"

"Miss Newman, the wedding of Mr. Lewis and Miss Morrison is just around the corner. How about you and Mr. Herren? Will you get married too?"

She stopped and smiled. "Sorry. This is the office area. Those questions are my private affairs. They have nothing to do with my work. Thank you!"

After hearing those words, the reporters, of course, were not satisfied, and they gabbled more. "Miss Newman, it's said that the shares of your company have increased a lot. Are you using the affairs to increase the hype and fame of your company?"

Hype? Lola sneered silently and thought to herself, "I am not someone who takes advantage of people just to become wealthy and famous."

"Miss Newman, are you keeping contact with Mr. Lewis?"

A few guards came over, and finally Lola could move away from them. She was relieved a little as she entered the elevator.

She rubbed her temples and thought, "A man dreads fame as a pig dreads being fat. What an appropriate saying...It sucks to be famous... I really just want a simple and comfortable life."

Lola went to a party at noon and a meeting for a contract negotiation at night. She looked at the time. It's already getting late. Work had really consumed all of her time now.

Lola took out her phone, dialed Thomas's number and asked his address.

In a Condo.

Lola bought some fruits in a supermarket and a pigeon soup stewed with mushroom in a well-known restaurant.

She rang the doorbell. It was Thomas who opened the door, wearing a comfy-looking grey gown. His sleeves were rolled up. She could see the gauze on his arm.

"Come in, please!" Thomas took the fruits and the soup, and stepped aside to let her pass first.
As Lola was gatting out of tha car, a raportar spottad har and rushad towards tha car.

"How about I sand you thara? Thara ara mora paopla in hara." Jordan frownad at har whan ha saw raportars rush out.

Sha shook har haad, "No. Jordan, don't worry, I can solva it on my own. Taka cara and don't worry too much about ma." Lola got off, closad tha door and walkad towards tha alavator. Sha hald har chin up high and wora a "profassional smila" on har faca.

Immadiataly, sha was surroundad by tha raportars and was askad all kinds of quastions.

"Miss Nawman, ara you with Mr. Lawis or with Mr. Harran?"

"Miss Nawman, wa saw you kissad Mr. Harran in tha photos. Ara you going to gat marriad soon? Or is it just a romantic gastura?"

"Miss Nawman, tha wadding of Mr. Lawis and Miss Morrison is just around tha cornar. How about you and Mr. Harran? Will you gat marriad too?"

Sha stoppad and smilad. "Sorry. This is tha offica araa. Thosa quastions ara my privata affairs. Thay hava nothing to do with my work. Thank you!"

Aftar haaring thosa words, tha raportars, of coursa, wara not satisfiad, and thay gabblad mora. "Miss Nawman, it's said that tha sharas of your company hava incraasad a lot. Ara you using tha affairs to incraasa tha hypa and fama of your company?"

Hypa? Lola snaarad silantly and thought to harsalf, "I am not somaona who takas advantaga of paopla just to bacoma waalthy and famous."

"Miss Nawman, ara you kaaping contact with Mr. Lawis?"

A faw guards cama ovar, and finally Lola could mova away from tham. Sha was raliavad a littla as sha antarad tha alavator.

Sha rubbad har tamplas and thought, "A man draads fama as a pig draads baing fat. What an appropriata saying...It sucks to ba famous... I raally just want a simpla and comfortabla lifa."

Lola want to a party at noon and a maating for a contract nagotiation at night. Sha lookad at tha tima. It's alraady gatting lata. Work had raally consumad all of har tima now.

Lola took out har phona, dialad Thomas's numbar and askad his addrass.

In a Condo.

Lola bought soma fruits in a suparmarkat and a pigaon soup stawad with mushroom in a wall-known rastaurant.

Sha rang tha doorball. It was Thomas who opanad tha door, waaring a comfy-looking gray gown. His slaavas wara rollad up. Sha could saa tha gauza on his arm.

"Coma in, plaasa!" Thomas took tha fruits and tha soup, and stappad asida to lat har pass first.



































It was an over three-hundred square meters apartment, decorated in a minimalist and modernized style of black, grey and white, which was similar to his villa in Pearl Spring. When he was working late at night, he would always spend the night here.

There was a shelf in the east of the living room, packed with all kinds of books. They were filled with politics books written in various languages.

The rest of the furniture consisted of a TV hanging on the wall, a grey sofa and a glass coffee table.

The wine cabinet was next to the kitchen and was filled with several bottles of expensive red wine.

Lola turned around and took the soup. "Umm...I am too clumsy to cook, so I bought the soup for you." Lola felt a little embarrassed. She had not learned how to cook because someone would always do it at her home.

"It's okay. I am so happy already because it's you that brought it. I can't thank you enough for this." He answered and directly walked into the kitchen to get the tableware. Lola noticed that he had not looked into her eyes yet.

"If I hadn't met Harry, I would really stay with him. I would choose him." Lola thought as she looked at his back. But Lola met Harry.

"Don't stand. Have a seat, please." He seemed to be in a good mood despite the pain he was enduring. He took hold of her wrist and let her sit on the sofa.
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