Chapter 135: Mia Humiliates James
Mia was still drunk, the alcohol eating away at her brain, making everything hazy.
She vaguely heard James questioning her. She struggled to keep her eyes open, her gaze unfocused as she looked deep into his eyes.
She watched his handsome face—the one carved into the depths of her soul—move closer to her.
The shrinking distance let her clearly see the suspicion in his eyes.
His voice came again by her ear, soft but carrying a cold edge, "Mia, who am I?"
A soft, seductive smile slowly curved at the corners of Mia's lips.
She slowly raised both arms, placing them on his back, moving them up bit by bit until they finally clasped his shoulders.
Because her body was weak, these few movements already left her breathless, making her look even more charming.
Using the support of holding onto him, she actively moved toward him, pressing them even closer together.
Her soft lips actively moved toward his thin lips.
This gentle compliance and active approach clearly softened James's expression quite a bit.
The large hand gripping her chin obviously loosened a few degrees, but the next second, it was like falling into an ice cellar.
The instant Mia's lips approached his, she softly murmured a name: "Benjamin..."
This answer made James instantly feel like he'd fallen into an ice cellar.
Her voice when aroused had always been his favorite. When they used to be intimate, he especially loved when she called his name in that voice.
Every time it made him wish he could die in her arms.
But now, Mia's sweet, seductive voice sounded unbearably grating to him.
His body temperature rapidly dropped to freezing.
When he drank too much, he only wanted to be with her. He had mistaken Xiyan for her.
When Mia drank too much, she mistook him for Benjamin.
Why would she think he was Benjamin?
Could it be that she and Benjamin...
She really had willingly come to the hotel with Benjamin, and even, this wasn't the first time...
This realization made James's body grow more and more tense.
She said a friend helped her buy the clothes.
The place she moved to was employee housing for the White Group.
He hadn't thought much about these things.
This afternoon, the business card she gave him—that lawyer who specialized in divorce cases had quite a reputation in Imperial City.
That he would take Mia's case clearly meant he was doing Benjamin a favor.
People of their status liked to solve problems with money and were most unwilling to owe favors.
Yet Benjamin was willing to call in this favor for Mia.
They say there's no such thing as an honest businessman—naturally, businessmen don't make losing deals.
When they help a woman, either she's exceptionally capable and will bring them huge benefits in the future, or they've really taken a liking to her.
He'd never done the "taking a liking" thing himself, but that didn't mean he didn't know about these unspoken rules.
Mia clearly couldn't be the first type.
So it could only be the second...
James's heart felt like it was being torn apart. His gaze bore fiercely into Mia.
Mia's eyes had been open the whole time.
They were clouded with moisture, both from her body's unwilling arousal and from his suspicious gaze.
The moment she called out Benjamin's name, she clearly saw the sudden change in his expression.
In that moment, she clearly felt that she had slapped James in the face.
She had successfully humiliated him.
He was such a proud man, always taking it for granted that everything was under his control.
That she belonged to him.
He had always treated her as his possession.
How could someone so high and mighty accept her calling another man's name in his arms?
Watching him in pain and fury, meeting his eyes that looked like they wanted to kill her, Mia acted as if she noticed nothing.
So he finally got to experience this kind of pain, did he?
He didn't even love her and was this pained.
When she, who loved him, learned he had slept with Amelia, her pain was multiplied!
Mia pressed her body even more against his, becoming even more active, just like before when he would deliberately tease her, then stop and watch her suffer.
When she was too uncomfortable, she would twist her soft waist in his arms to hint at him, calling out coquettishly, "James, James, I'm uncomfortable—"
Now, her movements were the same, but the name she called had changed.
"Benjamin, I'm uncomfortable—"
The instant she said it, Mia closed her eyes.
She knew that doing this, James definitely couldn't stand it and would immediately stop.
There was no way he could continue with her under these circumstances.
He would immediately stop, get dressed, and leave.
She wasn't wrong in her thinking. Before she even finished speaking.
James had already quickly separated from her and rolled off the bed with a loud movement.
She kept her eyes closed.
Perfectly hiding the pain in them.
She should be happy.
She had finally gotten revenge on him.
But at this moment, she didn't feel any happiness at all.
Her heart was utterly desolate.
But she didn't expect that she had only guessed half right.
James did stop, but he didn't slam the door and leave.
The moment her wrist was grabbed and she was yanked from the bed, Mia was stunned for a second.
Why hadn't he left?
But the next second, she couldn't think anymore.
James yanked her straight up from the bed with a violent motion. Weak as she was, she was pulled off the bed.
Mia couldn't stand steady at all.
The instant her feet touched the ground, her legs went soft and she started to fall to her knees.
One second before her knees hit the floor, James's large hand hooked around her waist and yanked her back up.
This pulling and dragging made Mia's head even more dizzy.
Soft and powerless, she pressed tightly against him as he half-dragged her forward.
Mia felt terrible, without any ability to resist as she was dragged into the bathroom.
...
James's eyes were completely bloodshot, like an enraged beast that had been provoked, about to lose all reason.
His heart was stabbed bloody by her mouth constantly calling another man's name.
How could she?
How could he allow his Mia to call another man's name in his arms?
One hand gripped her waist to steady her, keeping her pressed tightly in his arms, while his other hand gripped her chin, forcing her to lift her head and look at the mirror in the bathroom.
In the mirror, her hazy eyes met his unfathomably dark gaze.
The flames of anger in his eyes were so intense they seemed ready to jump out at any moment and burn her—who dared to provoke and humiliate him—to ashes.
"Mia, do you see clearly? Who am I?"
James's thin lips pressed against her ear, his sinister voice asking her once again.
Mia was forced to look at the mirror, where both of them were unclothed.
In the past four years, they'd had countless scenes like this.
Every previous time had been filled with tenderness.
This was the first time that, though their bodies looked like those of the most intimate couple, their eyes looked like they wanted to destroy each other.
The moment she made a sound, the grip on her chin suddenly tightened, preventing her from saying the name he didn't want to hear.
He absolutely would not allow her mouth to call out another man's name. She could only call his name.
James looked at Mia. She had extinguished his last shred of reason.
He easily pulled Mia away from the sink and brought her into the shower.
He raised his hand and turned on the water.
His large hand gripped her chin again and pressed her under the showerhead.