Chapter 441 He Mistakenly Loved Penelope!
"Zack...."
Penelope murmured softly, without the slightest hesitation, she lifted her foot and quickly rushed towards Zackary.
She resented Zackary's distrust of her, and she didn't want to be with him for all eternity. However, some things had already taken root in her heart, becoming instinct.
Seeing him injured, she would feel more upset than if she were hurt herself. Seeing him in danger, she would wish she could bear all the pain and suffering for him.
Penelope was so anxious that her heart was almost bursting out of her chest. He seemed to be oblivious to the imminent danger. She had exerted all her strength to rush towards him, but her body was really too weak. She wanted to be very fast, but in fact, she was pitifully slow.
In the end, Zackary was not hit by the falling flower pot. Lola had sprinted over at almost the speed of a 100-meter dash, forcefully pushing him out of the way. However, she herself did not manage to dodge the flower pot.
That pot of succulents heavily smashed onto Lola's back. Her body stiffened abruptly, then she slowly and heavily fell to the ground, motionless.
Everyone in the crew was stunned by this sudden incident. It took a long, long time before they finally snapped back to reality.
Ruby sprinted all the way, rushing to Lola's side. Her face was filled with evident worry, "Lola, how are you? Lola, wake up!"
After a brief moment of shock, Zackary quickly regained his composure. He looked incredulously at Lola, who was lying quietly on the ground. Then, he half-squatted and firmly grasped her small hand.
"Lola, wake up! Lola, you can't be in trouble! I won't allow you to be in trouble!"
Zackary looked up, just in time to see Penelope standing not far ahead.
There was no expression on her face, no sign of joy or anger. But in his eyes, she was simply waiting to watch a good show.
In Zackary's eyes, as deep and dark as the ink sea, a flash of pain quickly surfaced, then all the pain shattered in an instant, eventually turning into a vast desolation and despair.
She was really different from Lola.
Lola, time and time again, risked everything for him, yet she never truly cared about him. Even when she saw the flower pot falling towards his head, she remained indifferent, completely unconcerned about Zackary's life or death.
Only that silly girl Lola, knowing full well that if she threw herself at him, she would bear all his pain and disaster, still did not hesitate!
He let Lola down and mistakenly loved Penelope.
"Lola!" Zackary tightened his grip on Lola's small hand, his voice filled with heartache and anxiety, "Lola, you won't be hurt! I won't let anything happen to you!"
"Lola, you must hold on! You have to hang in there! When you wake up, I'll accompany you to take beautiful wedding photos, I'll give you a grand wedding, I'll treat you well, for a lifetime, only you!"
"Zack... Zackary..."
Seemingly hearing Zackary's voice, Lola finally managed to open her eyes with difficulty.
She moved her lips, wanting to say something to him. However, before she could utter a word, she spewed out a mouthful of bright red blood.
"Lola, don't speak for now! The ambulance will be here soon! You won't be in any danger! You definitely won't be in any danger!"
"Zackary, you...you're okay...that's good..."
On Lola's little face, there was a gentle satisfaction. At that moment, she looked so peaceful and tender, which made people feel extraordinarily heartbroken.
Hearing Lola's words, the guilt and pain in Zackary's eyes deepened. Once, she had lost a kidney to save him, and now, she had almost lost her life to save him again.
Something fell from upstairs, another not-so-light flower pot. How painful it must have been to be hit like that!
Lola was devoted to him, willing to give up her life for him, but what about him?
Even when he was taking a set of wedding photos with her, he was absent-minded. All he could think about was that vicious snake, Penelope!
"Lola, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Zackary had never felt guilty before, he didn't love Lola, but at that moment, he genuinely wanted to treat her well, to repay her, to protect her, and to not let anyone hurt her again.
"Zackary, you didn't let me down. For you... for you I lived, for you I died, it was all me... willingly... with all my heart..."
Lola spoke, spewing out another mouthful of blood. Her lips moved with difficulty, appearing as if she was hanging by a thread.
Seeing Lola vomit blood again, the guilt in Zackary's eyes almost swallowed all his sanity.
"Lola, stop talking! Hang in there! You must hang in there!"
"Zack... Zackary..."
Blood was still seeping from the corners of Lola's mouth, but she stubbornly spoke to Zackary, "Zackary, I feel... I feel like... I feel like I'm going to die..."
"Lola, don't talk nonsense! You won't be in trouble! I definitely won't let anything happen to you!"
"Zackary, I was in pain... but it's so strange, seeing... seeing you unharmed, I... I felt so happy... It's as if... as if I wasn't in pain anymore..."
A brilliant tear glistened at the corner of Lola's eye, her gaze filled with a humble plea. "Zack... Zackary," she implored, "for the sake of me... for the sake of me dying... dying, could you... could you kiss me... kiss me once?"
The expression on Zackary's face faltered slightly as he kissed Lola...
Even though he felt extremely guilty towards Lola in his heart, he still found it somewhat impossible to kiss her.
Sometimes, people are really, really strange. Some people, they disdain you, yet you strive with all your might to get close to them, to touch them. But some people, they are wholeheartedly devoted to you, their eyes and hearts filled with you, yet you have no desire to get close to them.
He could have been good to Lola for a lifetime, providing her with wealth and glory, shining brilliantly, but he was fundamentally repulsed by the intimacy between a man and a woman.
Guilt and love, after all, were not the same.
"Zackary, please, kiss... kiss me, okay?"
Lola's voice sounded pitiful to the extreme. Looking at Lola in front of him, Zackary couldn't help but think of himself.
In front of Penelope, hadn't he always been so humbly begging? But what about her? Even when he washed her feet to please her, she wouldn't even spare him a glance.
He and Lola, they were kindred spirits.
Unable to determine whether he was sympathizing with Lola or the part of himself that loved but could not have, Zackary lowered his face, his lips barely brushing against hers.
"Zackary, thank... thank you..."
After saying this, Lola's body convulsed violently. Subsequently, the hand she had raised, intending to touch Zackary's cheek, suddenly fell. Her eyes tightly closed, she lay powerless on the ground, unable to move an inch.