Chapter 167: James's Jealousy
The confusion was quickly pushed aside as the young nurse's gaze fell on James's handsome face.
In all her time at the hospital, she'd never seen such a good-looking man.
Thinking about what she was about to do, her heart beat nervously.
To have this kind of close contact with such an attractive man—even if they never crossed paths again—it would be worth it.
Mia went into the bathroom and turned on the water to wash her hands.
She deliberately turned on the cold water. As the icy water rushed over her hands, she tried to cool down her emotions.
She kept telling herself not to care, that it had nothing to do with her.
But Mia couldn't control her eyes and couldn't help turning to look outside.
She saw the young nurse put down the hospital gown, stand by the bed, take a deep breath, and with a shy expression, slowly reach her hand toward James.
As the nurse's hand got closer and closer to James, about to touch him.
Mia forced herself to turn away and stop looking.
She closed her eyes, constantly telling herself it had nothing to do with her, nothing at all.
But...
In the end, she couldn't hold back.
Only one thought filled her mind—she had to stop this.
She couldn't just stand there and watch the young nurse help James change his clothes right in front of her.
As for why?
Mia didn't want to think about it too much.
She opened her eyes and was about to rush out when she heard the young nurse let out a startled cry from outside.
Her gaze quickly shot over.
The first thing she saw was the young nurse stumbling backward several steps in panic. The girl who had been so happy just moments ago now looked terrible.
Her legs seemed rooted to the spot, staring at the bed with frightened eyes.
As she looked at the young nurse, an intensely strong gaze was watching her.
That gaze made it impossible for Mia to ignore.
It was James.
He had woken up at some point, his eyes fixed on her.
Across the distance, his unfathomably deep eyes seemed like a vortex, pulling her in.
Making it impossible for her to avoid clearly reading the undisguised resentment in his eyes.
That look made Mia's heart suddenly tighten.
He was silently accusing her of letting another woman touch him while he was unconscious.
Mia thought to herself that it wasn't like other women hadn't touched him before—what was he pretending for?
As this thought flashed through her mind, she remembered that James had slept with Amelia.
Even though she'd tried hard to let go of the past, some things, once they happened, happened. Just thinking about them was like a needle stuck in her heart, being pushed deeper.
It hurt so much.
Mia's heart sank a bit. Expressionless, she looked away from him and turned her gaze to the young nurse, walking toward her.
Standing between James and the nurse, she asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Without James's terrifying death stare and cold voice, the young nurse finally recovered.
Hearing Mia's gentle voice, she pressed her lips together and looked at her with particularly aggrieved eyes.
The look left Mia completely confused.
The young nurse looked at Mia with resentment for several seconds before saying quietly, "I'll go out first, Mrs. Smith."
The nurse's voice was full of grievance.
Full of accusations toward Mia.
After speaking, she quickly left the room.
The bathroom faucet had been running, so she hadn't heard what James said to the young nurse.
Mia turned around, wanting to tell James to stop lying about their relationship, and once again met a pair of resentful eyes.
They stared at each other quietly for a few seconds.
It was all in the past.
Since she'd said she would let go of the past, Mia didn't want to let old things affect her emotions.
She silently swallowed the words on her lips.
"Now that you're awake, change your clothes."
Mia avoided his gaze and said calmly.
James didn't speak.
Didn't move either.
Just kept looking at her like that.
So resentful!
Mia knew he was very uncomfortable.
With his cleanliness obsession, how could he be comfortable wearing blood-stained clothes now that he was conscious?
If he didn't want to change and make himself suffer, she didn't really want to care.
But...
James had gotten injured and ended up in the hospital because he saved her.
She just didn't want to owe him a favor.
Too many favors owed meant entanglement.
She didn't want to be entangled with James, so she couldn't owe him favors.
Mia convinced herself in her heart, then walked to the bedside and reached out to him.
As she unbuttoned the first button, James's resentful look finally softened.
He didn't dare ask for too much more and cooperated, letting Mia help him take off his shirt.
She went to the bathroom to get hot water, wrung out a towel, and helped him wipe his body.
Mia tried hard not to let his good physique affect her, but her gaze touched him, her hands accidentally made contact.
The two of them had been so harmonious before, and their intimate moments had been so wonderful.
Some indescribable images still popped into her mind.
To keep herself from overthinking, Mia obviously sped up her movements.
She tried to keep her eyes straight ahead.
She quickly wiped him clean and helped him put on his shirt.
She buttoned it all the way up to the top button, covering everything that could be covered.
Her attention had been on his firm abs and chest muscles.
She hadn't noticed below his lower abdomen.
When she was about to help him change his pants, her gaze inevitably swept down.
Mia couldn't help but turn and glare hard at James.
She threw the pants right at his face. "Change them yourself."
James reached out to catch the pants, looking at Mia with an innocent expression. "Mia, I didn't do it on purpose."
He'd tried his best, but he really couldn't control it.
Mia couldn't be bothered to deal with him. With a cold face, she picked up the basin and walked to the bathroom.
She closed the door, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on her face to cool down.
...
After Mia went into the bathroom and stopped caring about him, James started changing his pants himself. He had just finished when her phone, which she'd casually placed on the bedside table, rang.
The sound of running water blocked out the phone's vibration, and Mia inside didn't hear it.
James heard the vibration. His gaze, which had been fixed on Mia, turned toward the bedside table. When he saw the caller ID, his pupils contracted.
His face instantly darkened, his handsome eyebrows knitting together.
Benjamin?
It was already past ten at night—why would he be calling Mia?
He glanced at Mia in the bathroom, who hadn't noticed anything on this side, and almost unconsciously reached out to pick up the phone.