No Escape From Mr. CEO's Dangerous Love

Chapter 315

As she passed by him, she just looked straight ahead, pretending that she did not see him. But she was stopped by a voice of frustration, "Stop!"

She stopped expressionlessly. After all, this was his house. She has to abide by his rules. Beggars couldn't be choosers.

"Did I already permit you to go in?" He turned around and stood next to her, and felt even worse when he saw her staring blankly at him.

Lola repressed the inexplicable feelings in her heart and softly answered, "Mr. Lewis. Since you hate me that much, why did you even bother to meet me here?"

The man sniffed at her with disdain. "So? Do you mean I shouldn't be at my house? Nonsense!"

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"I don't care about what you are thinking. I'm here to see my daughter and I'm not in the mood to talk to you." She kept on walking inside with her high heels tapping on the flooring loudly. Then she realized something. Shouldn't be Nicole at the school right now?

Looking behind her, Harry's face grew even darker. He followed her with just a few strides.

He grabbed her hand and pushed her to the pillar beside them. Then, despite her struggle, he successfully untied the white scarf around her neck.

He quickly tied her hands with it. "What the hell are you doing? Untie me! Let me go!" Lola stared at

him desperately.

But he just ignored her. He took her by the arms and led her upstairs.

After the bedroom door was opened, Lola was pushed forcefully onto the floor. Her hands were tied so she was defenseless.

Fortunately, the floor was carpeted and she didn't get hurt.

Lola was so angry that she cursed, "Have you been into drugs since we have met last time? Have you gone crazy?" Speaking without thinking was always the weakness of Lola. She was really impulsive when it came to words.

Then, Harry took a scarf out of the cloakroom and tied her feet too.

She was lifted and pushed to the balcony...

Lola closed her eyes, tried to control her emotions and told herself not to be angry for he was not worth it.

When she opened her eyes again, she just looked at him with no emotions at all.

Looking at her expressionless face, Harry raised her chin and made her look at him.

Lola was unwilling to look at his face, so when her chin was raised, she closed her eyes.

Harry laughed sarcastically when he saw this.

Did she really think he could do nothing about it?

He took his cell phone out of his pocket, selected a video and clicked the play button.

Immediately, Lola was ashamed to death. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

The screen clearly displayed what happened to them last time in the bedroom.

"Harry Lewis, don't you know how shameful this will be? Don't you mind doing degrading things like this? You're a CEO of a big group of companies!" She turned her head aside, but she could still hear the sound from it.

She was so embarrassed. But it was impossible for her to turn it off. Harry's grip on the phone was too tight. All she could do is to curse Harry a thousand times in her mind.

"Degrade myself? If I upload it online, people will just feel a lot of sympathy for me. It has always been that way." The man's tone was very arrogant.

All Lola's calmness and indifference totally collapsed in front of him.

Both of them were in silence. Harry looked at the video seriously, leaning against the handrail.

Lola listened to the video and it made her seem to itch in her own skin. "Enough is enough! Harry, will you die if you do not humiliate me? Is it really something that make you alive?" A pair of beautiful eyes ruthlessly stared at the smiling evil man.

Finally, he locked the screen of the phone.

He walked up to her, put on a smirk with his face turning cold. "Tell me why you shot my mother!" His voice was a mix of violence and sadness.

He had always wanted to know the answer. He could not figure out why Lola suddenly turned so violent that day.

Lola looked at him deeply. Why couldn't he give her a little bit of trust? Could love without trust be still called love?

Sensing her silence, Harry angrily pushed her to the ground and tore up her coat.

"Will you answer me or not?!" His icy eyes frightened Lola. She shook her head. She didn't shoot Rose. What did he expect her to say?

But Harry regarded her nod as a sign of refusing to answer the question.

He threw her coat directly to the sea.

Lola's wrists hurt like hell because Harry also tore up the scarf that tied her hands.

Staring at his ferocious expression, Lola sat up and recoiled in horror.

"No!" She trembled. "Don't do this to me!"

How could he listen to her? How could she persuade him? Harry also took off his coat and threw it on the ground.

Then he stood in front of her and gazed down at her.

He pulled her back, pressed her on the ground with one arm and began to do what pleased him.

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He didn't stop until they both heard some noise downstairs.

She pulled over the quilt to cover herself and looked at his back. Harry went to the bathroom in frustration. She felt desolate and depressed.

Her tears kept on falling on the pillow.

When Harry came out, he saw her crying so loud. He became restless.

He went to the cloakroom with his phone.

"How's everything going?" His voice sounded so agitated.

The man on the other side answered respectfully, "The monitoring records have been checked and no one else had ever come to the lounge that day."

"Then check the window and any place that people can get in and out. Check all the monitoring records! Everything!" The man lost his temper. He was so irritated and disgusted.

"Yes, Mr. Lewis."

Not until he hung up the phone and threw it to the stand beside did he find Lola already standing at the door.

She wiped away her tears, and wrapped herself in a bath towel. She looked at him straight in the eyes.

"What are you investigating about? I heard everything. Haven't you regarded me as the murderer since that very day?" Lola's cold ironic tone embarrassed Harry.

He turned back, took a well-ironed shirt from the wardrobe and put it on.

"Are you questioning me? What right do you have?" His voice sounded plain but his face expressed authority.

"Then what right do you have to say that you love me even if you didn't trust me?! That's not love!" Her voice was soft but desperate.

He slowly buttoned up his shirt and glanced at her. "I did give you trust before. But does it make sense that a dying woman will frame you up? Definitely not."

He took off his bath towel and threw it on the sofa in front of her.

Lola's calm face turned red and she averted her gaze at once.

"Harry, please just go and investigate! Then you will know the truth and you will be so ashamed of

yourself! And I will never forgive you again!" She looked back at him and shouted the last sentence.

Then she left the cloakroom and sat down on the bed. Without her clothes, she couldn't go anywhere.

I would never forgive you! Harry should be in a panic and disappointment.

He tidied up his clothes and walked out slowly. He stood still at the side of the bed and faced her. Reassuring the lonely woman wrapped in the quilt, he said, "You'd better pray that I can find out the truth. And if you are wrongly accused, I'll apologize to you. You have my word."