Chapter 269: Chapter 269

When Anna Thornton got into the car, those punks had already chased up and blocked the car from leaving.

Lola frowned slightly and instructed her bodyguard, "Go on! Big Bear!"

"Big Bear?" Anna had just gotten in when she saw the man in front of her jump out of the van from the other side.

Previously, when they met, Anna didn’t think much of it while he was sitting down, but now she realized Big Bear was over 1.9 meters tall, very tall and strong.

The dozen or so punks outside were all taken down in less than five minutes.

It took about thirty seconds to deal with one; after taking a hit from his fist the size of a sandbag, none could get back up.

When Big Bear got back into the car after dealing with those punks, Anna couldn’t help but ask, "Lola, which relative of yours is this?"

It wasn’t a difficult question, but it made Lola awkwardly conflicted, tightly closing her little mouth and shaking her head.

"Can’t say? Why not?"

"Because you said lying is bad."

It seemed Lola had lied about the two silent muscular men in the car being his relatives.

But the little one taking her words to heart and realizing his mistake made Anna feel very gratified.

"Can you tell me why you happened to be here so late?" Anna asked him again. Follow current novᴇls on NoveI(F)ire.net

"You came to save me? How did you know I was in danger?"

"Oh, really? Looks like we have a connection, it’s fate!"

Anna patted Lola’s head and couldn’t help but mischievously pinch his chubby little face. It felt so good!

This series of cat-like actions stunned both Lola’s bodyguard and driver.

The young master usually hated physical contact with others; even Freya Vaughn usually couldn’t hold or hug him — he preferred to skateboard by himself.

But even though Anna was so forward, Lola surprisingly didn’t get angry.

If they weren’t seeing things, the young master even seemed to enjoy it and briefly smiled.

Then, to maintain his persona, he quickly put on a cool face again, arrogantly and methodically fixing his tousled curly hair.

Lola took Anna back to a big house, claiming it was his home.

But to Anna, it seemed the place wasn’t frequently inhabited.

"Lola, where are your mom and dad? I’ve been here for a while, and I haven’t seen them," Anna asked.

"They don’t live here!" Lola stated matter-of-factly, "This is just my house."

"Your house? You’re so young, did your family buy you a house independently?"

Not old enough to transfer property?

Anna couldn’t help but ponder this question.

Lola knew she wouldn’t believe him if he said he bought the house himself, so he didn’t bother explaining.

The little one climbed onto the high chair in front of the computer, clicking the mouse and keyboard to operate something.

Then a silly-looking robot emerged from the kitchen, delivering a cup of coffee and placing it steadily in front of Anna.

"Wow!" Anna was amazed by this operation.

"What’s so special about this? It’s just a dumb robot, it doesn’t even have human-computer interaction; next time I’ll make a better one," Lola said dismissively, but couldn’t help raising his little eyebrows proudly.

"You really made this yourself? How are you so incredible, little genius!" Anna was quite charmed by Lola’s attempt to show off while trying to be modest, wanting to hug him tight and ruffle him some more.

Honestly, some adults doing this would come off as show-offs and unlikeable.

Indeed, Anna referred to President Sterling here.

But Lola was genuinely adorable!

Lola was embarrassed by Anna’s praise and adoring gaze, turning his cheeks rosy.

The little one cleared his throat, regaining his composure, "Are you going to stay here tonight?"

"Sure, it’s so late anyway, I don’t want to go out again," Anna agreed readily, surprising Lola, who had only been casually asking.

"By the way, don’t you have adult pajamas here?"

He had only been living here for the past few days after buying the house.

Anna was the first adult to visit.

When Lola thought she definitely wouldn’t stay, Anna said, "No worries, I saw a supermarket outside the community just now. Before it closes, I’ll buy two sets of pajamas."

Anna planned to buy two sets, one for herself and one for Lola.

Since having Pop, Anna especially loved buying parent-child outfits.

Especially those cute fuzzy pajamas with little ears on the hood — she couldn’t resist.

However, it was Lola’s first time trying this style, and before wearing it, he mentally prepared himself about the bear ears on the pajama hood for three minutes.

Once he changed into his pajamas, hesitating as he came out of the bathroom, Lola couldn’t help but sigh. Clearly, he had the heart of a tiger, yet his short stubby legs tripped him in life, cautiously stepping up onto the colorful children’s bed in his matching bear paw slippers.

Indeed, the bedsheets in Lola’s room had been switched by Anna.

The original black and gray color was deemed too dull by Anna, not suitable for kids.

Coincidentally, Anna found a sheet set in the supermarket she had previously bought for Pop. Not only was it of good quality, but it was also adorned with little kitty paw prints, super cute, so she bought it to replace Lola’s bed.

"Sweetie, asleep yet?"

Anna knocked on the door, and hearing Lola say he wasn’t asleep, she guessed he couldn’t fall asleep.

She found a children’s book on her phone to read Lola a story.

"Sweetie, have you heard the story of the farmer trying to help his plants grow?"

"..." Lola shook his head cooperatively.

"Then I’ll tell you tonight; listen carefully, okay?"

Anna tucked Lola in properly, then kicked off her shoes and lay down, "Once upon a time, there was a man who hoped the seedlings in his field would grow quickly, so he checked them every day. But as time went by, the seedlings didn’t seem to grow any taller. Anxious, he came up with a plan to pull them up one by one, making them appear taller. But the next day, he found the seedlings all dead... Sweetie, do you know the moral of this story?"

Lola shook his head: "..."

"We should respect natural laws; growing takes time. It’s the same for people, don’t you agree?"

Actually, Lola understood the lesson Anna was teaching.

But from childhood until now, no one had spoken to him quite .

In Freya Vaughn’s and William Sutton’s eyes, he could make money and bring benefits to them.

Judged by value too early, no one treated him like a child.

Even Lola himself didn’t want to see himself as a kid.

Because being a child meant being weak, and he knew that only by becoming strong could he protect himself.

But Anna always had a way to make him relax, the feel of the soft, comfy bear pajamas, snuggling in her embrace, listening to Anna’s soothing, gentle voice, tonight willing to become an ignorant child, eagerly anticipating a bedtime story.

Anna told Lola the stories of the horse crossing the river and the crow drinking water.

By the time she finished, Lola was almost asleep.

Anna looked down at the little face sleeping in her arms, and smiled.

She gently tucked Lola in, noticing a tiny hand clutching her shirt even in sleep.

Well, Anna decided not to change rooms; she planned to stay and sleep with Lola.

Yet, before she lay down, her phone rang.

It was Mary calling, and Anna answered softly, "Hello?"

"Hello, Anna, where are you now? Why aren’t you back so late?"

"I’m not coming back tonight, I’ll explain everything to you tomorrow."

Anna kept it brief, trying to end the call quickly.

But Mary stopped her, "Anna, I think you should come back; President Sterling is next to me!"

"Conrad Sterling? Why is he there?"

"You’ll have to ask him yourself when you meet. Anyway, President Sterling bombarded me with questions in the middle of the night, and won’t leave until he sees you." From Mary’s tired and fearful voice, one could tell how exhausted she was.

It seemed Anna had no choice but to head back!

Even so late, she had to quietly get up and change clothes.

After Anna left, Lola opened his eyes; he’d been awake the whole time.

The little guy sat up, glanced at the colorful quilt, and then at the empty room, softly muttering the name he overheard from Anna’s call: "Conrad Sterling!"

He then murmured to himself, "Conrad Sterling." In his mind, he had already ranked him above Holly Sutton as his number one nemesis.