Chapter 137: Whoever Dares to Touch You, I'll Kill Them
When Mia felt it, the calm facade on her face finally cracked, quickly turning into shame and anger.
"James, get out, don't touch me!"
She was furious.
Eyes red, she raised her hand and swung a hard slap at him with all her strength.
Her hand was caught mid-air by James, who pulled it back and pressed it against the tiles behind her.
She desperately wanted to avoid him, but she couldn't no matter how hard she tried.
He was like he was born to be tightly connected to her.
The two were like conjoined twins - no matter how she moved, she couldn't make him leave.
Mia's eyes turned red with anger, her heart filled with hatred!
Trembling, she raised her other hand, unwilling to give up, wanting to slap his face.
It was futile.
He caught that hand too.
With one hand, he easily controlled both of hers.
In terms of physical strength, she was completely crushed by him.
Unable to resist, she could only glare at James with hateful eyes.
They were getting divorced tomorrow!
Why was he still bullying her like this, hurting her!
"Mia, don't look at me like that!"
James was clearly extremely angry.
The smile at the corner of his mouth turned ice cold.
With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and forcibly turned her face toward the nearby mirror, making her look at herself in it.
The two really knew each other too well.
Whenever he wanted, he could easily control her.
Mia closed her eyes after just one glance, unwilling to look anymore.
The furious James wouldn't let her off. He raised his large hand, his fingertips gently sliding across her flushed cheeks, finally pressing on her lips.
Like during their intimate moments before, rubbing against her lips.
Mia pressed her lips together hard.
If it were before, such intimate behavior would have made her feel shy, but she wouldn't have resisted.
But now, she only felt anger toward him and frustration at herself for being so weak!
Mia's mind went blank with rage.
He was really too much!
A rush of hot blood surged up, making her dizzy with anger.
In her hatred, she bit down on the finger he was showing off in front of her.
James gripped her waist and easily lifted her up.
He strode out of the bathroom, quickly returning to the bedside, and tossed Mia onto the bed.
From the bathroom back to the bedroom, Mia had lost the ability to resist.
He held her, his thin lips against her ear, his voice like a demon's whisper drilling into her ears.
"Mia, remember this - you're mine."
"In this lifetime, you can only belong to me."
"Only I can touch you like this, and you can only lie in my arms."
"What happened before, we'll wipe the slate clean. From now on, if you dare let another man touch even a finger of yours, I'll kill him!"
"Do you hear me clearly?"
Mia buried her face in the pillow, not wanting to respond to James or look at him.
She tried hard to empty her mind.
Unable to tell if it was the alcohol or because of him.
Her brain became foggy again. She heard his words but didn't want to answer.
No matter how he forced her, she bit her lips tight, refusing to let him win.
Time after time, while being tormented.
Mia told herself in her heart.
This is the last night.
Tomorrow, tomorrow you can get divorced.
Tomorrow you'll never have to suffer James's humiliation again!
He'll no longer have the right to demand his marital duties!
...
The next day, Mia woke up with a splitting headache.
The hotel had no air purification system, and after a night, the smell from last night's wild activities hadn't dissipated.
As soon as her consciousness cleared, it rushed into her nose, reminding her of everything that happened last night.
She didn't even know what time he had tormented her until last night.
She knew he had said many things in her ear last night, but she didn't want to remember any of it.
The blackout layer of the curtains wasn't drawn, and as she slowly opened her eyes, it was already bright outside.
Not only did her head hurt, but her body felt even worse.
If it were before, feeling this uncomfortable, she would have crawled back under the covers.
But today, she was going to divorce James.
The determination to divorce supported her as she sat up from the bed.
Her gaze turned to James, who was sitting in a chair across from the bed, smoking.
He hadn't left, still waiting for her.
Mia threw off the covers, and the moment her legs touched the ground, a wave of soreness hit her.
She gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up, refusing to show weakness under James's staring eyes.
She bent down, picked up the clothes from the floor, and put them on one by one.
Then she walked toward the bathroom, her steps slow but still forcing herself to walk in.
She tried hard to ignore the bathroom that looked like a battlefield, not wanting to recall last night.
She quickly washed up and came out of the bathroom, her pale face cold as ice.
She swept James with a cold glance and said coldly, "Let's go!"
James didn't move, maintaining his original sitting position.
Even though he looked like he hadn't slept all night, with obvious fatigue in his eyes.
His clothes were wrinkled, but it didn't affect his seemingly innate presence at all.
He exhaled a smoke ring lightly, his expression calm, his gaze equally cold as he looked at her and asked flatly, "Go where?"
Hearing this, Mia became very nervous.
A bad feeling instantly surged up.
Because of her unease, she lost her earlier composure. Her legs still weak, she stumbled forward a few steps.
Her beautiful eyes wide, she looked at him fiercely, "James, didn't we agree yesterday? What do you mean now?"
Seeing James not responding.
Mia quickly calmed herself down. With the evidence she had, he had no choice at all.
She sneered, "Are you forcing me to file for divorce in court?"
James still didn't speak.
Mia had done all she could. She said no more, "Then we'll see each other in court."
After dropping that line, she turned to leave.
"Mia—"
Just as she turned around, James suddenly called out to her.
His overly calm voice made Mia's steps involuntarily stop.
She seemed to have overlooked something just now.
Mia quickly turned around and looked at James again. Through the smoke, her gaze slowly moved from his overly calm handsome face to his hand.
On the round table beside him lay a thin document.
The unease that had just been suppressed surged up again, and the bad feeling grew stronger and stronger...