“But I really don’t understand. My dad has a very bright and positive personality. Why would he get such a disease?”
Nina tilted her head in confusion. However, through her brief conversation with Nina, Lola was able to grasp to some extent why Xavier had experienced panic attacks.
To Lola, Nina seemed like a simple-minded and immature young lady.
Seeing Nina reminded Lola of her younger sister, who was currently studying abroad in England, making her feel both pity and a bit complicated.
And she felt sympathy for Xavier as well.
******
‘Is this what they call a penthouse?’
At first, Lola thought the house she would be living in with Dylan was just a high-end apartment. However, it was a penthouse located on the 60th floor, with a clean and luxurious interior, six rooms, a terrace, a dressing room, a pantry, a study, a kitchen, and storage…
It was truly too spacious and large for just the two of them to live in.
“Take your time looking around to see if you need anything else.”
Dylan said that and began moving Lola’s things into the room.
“It’s too big.”
And it was extravagant.
As Lola looked around the penthouse, she couldn’t help but marvel, her mouth agape.
After lingering in the living room for a while, her footsteps passed through the long hallway and headed toward the bedroom on this floor.
The bedroom was neat yet cozy. The king-size bed was so large that it looked spacious enough for both of them to lie down comfortably.
Lying on the firm yet soft mattress felt like being enveloped, making it seem like sleep would come easily. Lola sat on the bed, lying down and getting up repeatedly. Then, suddenly, she recalled what Gia had said earlier.
What could it be that Dylan would go crazy about? Lola was extremely curious.
“But where did I put it?”
Lola looked around, searching for the shopping bag.
‘I think the things were moved to the bedroom and dressing room.’
As she carefully scanned her surroundings, her eyes caught sight of two shopping bags on the vanity chair, and she quickly got up and approached them.
After glancing at the bedroom door, she brought the two shopping bags to the bed and cautiously began to unwrap them.
It felt like opening a Pandora’s box that had been sealed.
Thump, thump, thump!
For some reason, her heart began to race inexplicably.
Seeing herself in such a state made Lola chuckle, but the next moment,
“Oh my gosh, I’m surprised!”
She exclaimed in shock.
The moment she finally uncovered the identity of the gift, it was so embarrassing and mortifying that she couldn’t bear it.
The lingerie gifted by Nurse Sasha was sexy and daring, giving off a vibe that would entice a man. And the one Gia had given was a lace silk slip with a deep back.
Lola had never worn or even bought such sexy, daring, and sensual lingerie or sleepwear before, so she couldn’t hide her embarrassment.
‘These two women are really driving me crazy!’
It wasn’t Dylan who would go crazy; it was her who felt like she would go crazy from embarrassment first.
How could she wear something that looked like it was barely on or off?
What kind of expression would Dylan have if she stood in front of him wearing such embarrassing clothes?
Just imagining it made Lola’s body twist, and her face turned bright red.
“Oh, Gia. I can’t live because of you.”
As Lola fanned her flushed face, blaming Gia,
“Lola, what are you doing here?”
Suddenly, Dylan burst into the bedroom.
Startled, Lola quickly covered her embarrassing underwear and pajamas with her b**t and plopped down on the bed. She flailed her hands and babbled incoherently.
“Ah, no. Ah, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything at all.”
After a while, when Lola still hadn’t come down, Dylan had no choice but to come up to the bedroom.
But her expression, as if she had been caught doing something bad, was quite flustered.
As Dylan stepped forward,
“Dear, stop right there. Don’t come any closer.” Lola urgently raised her hand to stop him.
Dylan was not the type to obediently listen to Lola’s words.
“Why are you acting like this?”
Seeing Lola’s bright red face and her obvious embarrassment, Dylan approached her in a hurry. He then carefully examined her face and reached out to touch her forehead.
“Are you sick? Why is your forehead so hot?”
Dylan tilted his head, muttering to himself with a worried expression.
“Did you catch a cold?”
“It’s not that. I’m just hot. Why is it so hot?”
Lola explained while fanning herself repeatedly.
“Hot, you say?”
“I guess I started sweating because I kept sitting and lying down on the bed since it felt so good.”
