Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 167: The Pervert Whose Lower Half Controls His Brain

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: The Pervert Whose Lower Half Controls His Brain

"Lola Gold?" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out.

Yolanda Greenwood and Lola Gold turned their heads simultaneously, only to see Christopher Coldson.

Today, Christopher Coldson was wearing a well-tailored tailcoat, looking even more dignified and languid.

He cast an ambiguous glance at Yolanda, then turned to Lola Gold, "Can I have a word with you?"

"There’s nothing to talk about," Lola said, looping her arm through Yolanda’s, ready to leave, "Yolanda, let’s go over there."

Christopher Coldson quickly stepped forward, blocking their way, "I think Yolanda wouldn’t want to draw too much attention, right?"

It was clearly a threat.

"Christopher Coldson, where’s your shame?" Lola ground her teeth.

"What is shame?" Christopher persisted in a tone suggesting he wouldn’t relent, "Lola, you know my temper. Just let me say a few words, and I’ll definitely let you go."

Lola cast an apologetic glance at Yolanda.

"It’s okay, I will wait over there." Yolanda certainly didn’t want to draw attention, she didn’t want to be discovered by Cooper Coldson or Melissa Greenwood.

"Alright, I’ll be back soon." Lola gave Christopher Coldson a hard stare, "Lead the way!"

Christopher Coldson’s lips curled up slightly and he walked ahead, leading her to a secluded side hall.

He pushed the door open and entered; Lola followed behind and noticed the room was empty.

"I wanted to say..." Lola hadn’t finished her words when Christopher Coldson pressed her against the door and sealed her lips.

Christopher Coldson kissed Lola as if he was possessed, conquering her mouth without giving her a chance to breathe. He missed her so much.

Just the sight of her had left him beside himself with desire.

He had thought that being able to stay away from her for so many days meant he was over her, but the moment he saw Lola Gold, he realized it was all self-deception.

At this moment, he indeed felt utterly defeated.

The angrier he got, the rougher and more disrespectful his actions became.

"Mmm..." The familiar sense of humiliation awakened from the depths of her memory, Lola struggled hard, but the difference in their strength was too great, and Christopher Coldson seemed to have lost his reasoning. She couldn’t escape.

Realizing this, Lola quickly calmed down and bit down hard when the opportunity arose.

"Ah..." Christopher winced as Lola’s bite drew blood from his tongue, "You’re crazier than I am."

Disgusted, Lola wiped her mouth, glared fiercely at him, "What? Is Sunny Coldson not satisfying you?"

"Lola, watch your mouth!" Christopher frowned, he really didn’t like this side of Lola, like a little leopard ready to pounce and bite at any moment, sharp and unkind, never saying a nice word.

Indeed, Lola scoffed, "How can it be clean after a pig just rooted around in it?"

"Pfft!" Christopher burst into laughter yet shook his head unblinkingly at her, "How didn’t I realize you were such a tough nut to crack back then?"

"Now you know, it’s not too late," Lola didn’t want to prolong their exchange, "Move, I’m going back."

"Hold on, I’m not done talking yet," Christopher Coldson wouldn’t let her go.

"What else do you have to say?"

Christopher’s expression turned awkward, "I haven’t slept with Sunny..."

He spoke the last three words both fast and softly.

Lola didn’t catch it, "What?"

"I said, I haven’t slept with Sunny Coldson," Christopher Coldson even raised his hand as if to swear, "I haven’t touched another woman since we signed the contract."

"Oh, my former sugar daddy remained chaste for me!" Lola wrapped her arms around herself and laughed.

"You bi—" Christopher gritted his teeth, then quickly uttered a few words, "I can’t get it up."

"What?" This time, Lola heard him clearly, but she just wanted to hear it again.

"I can’t get it up!" Christopher nearly yelled.

Now that was really something. During this time, he’d tried with quite a few people, but to no avail.

If this continued, he genuinely began to suspect he wasn’t able to perform at all.

"Ha ha ha..." Lola laughed heartily, "Christopher Coldson, you’ve become impotent, that’s karma for you, playing with too many women, ha ha ha..."

"Shut up!" Christopher was beside himself with anger and quickly pushed forward, pinning Lola against the door again, while pressing his lower body firmly against her.

Lola’s whole body jolted, and she almost instantly reacted.

It couldn’t be helped; his was the only body she’d been intimately aligned with, and her body retained all its memories of him.

Feeling that hard presence, she pushed him away with one hand, "Back off, you pervert!"

At that moment, Christopher Coldson also finally confirmed that it wasn’t that he couldn’t perform, it was that he couldn’t perform with anyone else.

How could that be?

He asked desperately, "Did you drug me?"

"What drug?" Lola asked back helplessly.

Christopher thought for a moment, "You know, the kind that makes it so I can only react to you."

"Get lost!" Lola turned to open the door and leave.

Christopher pressed against the door, not letting her open it, "You’re not leaving today without clearing this up."

"Are you mentally ill?" Lola really had her eyes opened now, "Christopher Coldson, if you have delusions of persecution, go get treated, don’t bite people here. The vet clinic in the west of the town is good; I think it suits you."

She shoved him hard, "Move!"

Christopher Coldson stood firm like a mountain, "How am I supposed to go out like this?"

His eyes shifted downwards, indicating to Lola his discomfort.

"That’s none of my business, deal with it yourself," Lola couldn’t care less.

"You expect me to deal with it here by myself?" Christopher Coldson said in a pitiful voice, "Lola, are you even human? This poor brother here has served you so well in the past, can you really be so heartless?"

Lola’s face and neck flushed red; she truly was defeated by Christopher’s shamelessness.

"What do you want exactly?"

Christopher pointed his chin to the side, "There’s a small storage room over there."

"Christopher Coldson, are you a pervert? Today is your nephew’s wedding, and Sunny Coldson must be outside, maybe even looking for you. You want to mess around right now?"

"I can’t help it, you’re the one causing trouble," he replied innocently.

"Just cut the crap and get out of the way," Lola was extremely angry.

"Then let’s just sit here and wait," Christopher Coldson was ready to be as thick-skinned as necessary.

Lola clenched her teeth, "Christopher Coldson, don’t push your luck, Yolanda is in danger right now, I can’t leave her outside alone for too long."

"Half an hour, I’ll have this sorted out in half an hour," Christopher immediately swore.

"What kind of nonsense is that?" Lola was almost laughed to anger.

At this moment, she realized that the man she liked was just a teddy bear in a suit, ruled by the lower half of his body.

Such a letdown!

"Christopher Coldson, you’ve really disappointed me!" She shook her head, her tone resolute, "I won’t help you, not once, move aside!"