Chapter 186: Didn't Sleep with Amelia That Night
Although her body had been tormented terribly by Ernest and the other three, fortunately her face - the one thing she was proud of - was still intact.
With this face, as long as she was willing to lower herself, she could still get what she wanted.
She made the man very happy.
"Bitch, I'll let you off this time."
Roy had wanted to play a bit longer - women like her were hard to come by even with money.
"Thank you."
Amelia's face was all smiles.
After being let go, she watched Roy arrange a boat for her to smuggle out.
She leaned against the rocks, still smiling, but beneath her lowered eyelids, her eyes showed a crazed hatred.
She had fallen to this point all because of James and Mia.
As long as she was alive, she'd have a chance to make them suffer a million times worse than her!
......
After Mia kicked James out, he didn't leave.
He sat in his car downstairs smoking, and only drove away after the lights in Mia's apartment went out again.
Halfway home, Louis called asking where he was, wanting to grab drinks together.
He turned down Louis's offer and drove home instead.
Back home, James couldn't sleep - tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
He went to the wine cabinet and opened a bottle of red wine. Just as he poured himself a glass, the doorbell rang.
James walked over and opened the door.
It was Louis.
Without waiting for an invitation, he walked right past James into the house.
Louis stood in the entryway, sniffing the wine in the air. His first words were, "Romanée-Conti?"
"James, you bastard! So that's why you turned down my invitation? You're hiding at home drinking good wine all by yourself!"
"Are we friends or not? Don't you know it's better to share happiness than enjoy it alone? Good wine tastes even better when shared with good friends!"
As Louis spoke, he was already following the scent of wine inside.
He took out a wine glass from the sterilizer, poured himself some, sniffed it, and took a small sip.
Good wine!
James knew what Louis was doing - he knew James would be on edge waiting for the results and wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, so he came over.
He walked over, picked up his glass, clinked it with Louis's from a distance, and said, "When you leave, pick whatever you want from the wine cabinet."
Louis's attractive eyes crinkled with a smile. Holding his glass in one hand, he put his other hand on James's shoulder, "That's what I'm talking about!"
"Louis."
James shifted to avoid contact.
"Have some common sense, will you?"
Louis looked at James with exasperation. "Do I need to educate you on how HIV is transmitted—"
Mentioning transmission routes, Louis immediately thought of how James might have been infected.
On this long night, two grown men couldn't just drink in silence.
He absolutely refused to admit he just wanted to gossip!
"James, what exactly happened between you and Amelia?"
James heard him but didn't answer.
He really didn't want to talk about that night or remember it.
James leaned forward to grab his cigarette pack from the table, lit one, and leaned back in the sofa chair smoking.
Seeing James didn't want to talk, Louis didn't push.
He turned his attention to the wine.
The two smoked and drank, and soon one bottle was empty.
Louis got up and grabbed three more bottles from the cabinet and opened them.
It was a long night - if he couldn't gossip, he'd just quietly keep James company while drinking.
Soon the three bottles on the table were empty.
Most of it had gone into Louis's stomach.
Since getting drunk that one time, James hadn't completely stopped drinking, but he always controlled the amount.
Tonight was the first time since then that he'd drunk this much.
They kept drinking until the fifth bottle, well into the late night.
James didn't know if it was from holding things in too long or what, but he exhaled a smoke ring and finished the last bit of wine in his glass.
As he set down the glass, his voice couldn't hide his exhaustion. "That night, I was drunk."
Louis, already getting tipsy, was speechless.
That line was definitely in the bad boy handbook.
Even though it was James saying it, he couldn't help but voice his thoughts: "If you were drunk, how could you even get it up?"
After speaking, Louis finished his wine.
What a lame excuse!
If you slept with her, you slept with her - don't use being drunk as an excuse.
"What do you mean?"
James was still conscious. Hearing this, he looked up at Louis.
"What do you mean, what do I mean?"
Louis was already tipsy. After snapping at James, he was getting dizzy, his body sinking into the sofa, his words starting to slur.
James looked at Louis, whose eyes were getting more and more unfocused, and was speechless.
He didn't ask any more questions.
"Drinking solves all problems - don't think about anything, just drink!"
Louis, now drunk, shakily poured more wine for James.
That night, Louis drank himself into oblivion and fell asleep on the sofa.
James also drank until he was groggy, finally falling into a drowsy sleep as dawn broke.
They were both woken up by a phone ringing.
James opened his eyes first, his head splitting with pain. He uncomfortably pressed his hand to his head and realized it was Louis's phone.
He kicked Louis with his leg.
Louis woke up groggily and opened his eyes. "What?"
"Phone."
Louis, not fully awake yet, took several beats to process this.
This was his private number - very few people called this phone normally.
Yesterday he'd specifically left this number with the doctor testing James.
Realizing this, Louis instantly sobered up.
He sat up from the sofa and reached for his phone on the table.
Seeing Louis suddenly turn serious, James immediately understood this call might be from the hospital.
Their eyes met.
Confirming it was the hospital calling, both became extremely tense.
Louis took a deep breath. James's hand quickly gripped the sofa armrest, his fingers clenching tight as he looked at Louis tensely.
Both almost simultaneously held their breath as Louis nervously pressed speakerphone.
Louis had given special instructions after the test yesterday, so the calling doctor knew how important this report was.
As soon as the call connected, without waiting for Louis to ask, the person got straight to the point.
"The test results just came in - it's negative. Congratulations, your friend hasn't been infected with HIV."
The words "negative" and "not infected" entered James's ears like they were on infinite repeat in his mind.
Playing over and over.
He was negative.
He hadn't been infected by Amelia!
James's lips trembled slightly, his eyes instantly turning red!
He hadn't harmed Mia!
He had already hurt Mia so deeply - if he had also dragged Mia down because of his mistake!
He could die a hundred deaths and still not atone for it!
Thank God for showing him mercy this once!
Louis hung up the phone, his whole body relaxing with a huge sigh of relief. His tense body went soft, as if his bones had suddenly disappeared, and he leaned back into the sofa. Looking up, he saw James on the verge of tears.
This was the first time Louis had seen James like this, and he didn't quite know how to handle it.
He touched his nose.
He was good at roasting people, but when it came to comforting them, he really wasn't great at it.
Just as he was trying to figure out what to say, James suddenly looked up at him and asked out of the blue: "Louis, is it really impossible to get it up when you're drunk?"
If you really can't get it up when drunk, then was it possible that nothing happened between him and Amelia that night?