Chapter 178: If You Break Me, What Will Happen to Your Future Happiness?
She really made one wrong move, and then everything went wrong after that.
That "one more time" line left her unable to put on that deliberately cold act like she did at the hospital yesterday morning.
She couldn't even manage a cold face.
She could only let him have his way with her like some helpless victim.
Mia sat on James's lap. Her body wasn't cooperating either, and she didn't have the energy to struggle with him.
If she struggled, she'd only end up losing in the end anyway.
Things had already come to this - they'd done everything they should and shouldn't have done several times yesterday.
Right now, wasn't it just letting him help her take a bath?
What's the big deal?
If he was willing to serve, she might as well lie back and enjoy it.
Once again showing her flexible spirit, Mia closed her eyes and leaned directly into his arms, putting on an expression that said she was waiting to be served.
Using body language to give him her answer.
James smiled and began carefully helping her bathe.
And Mia, who didn't have to lift a finger, took advantage of the time he was helping her to think through this whole "owing him once" thing.
By the time he finished bathing her and carried her out of the tub, she'd already made up her mind to play the bad woman.
It was just a verbal promise anyway - it didn't really count.
And besides, he was the one who said it unilaterally. She never agreed to it.
Once she recovered her strength and left this place, she could just refuse to acknowledge it. What could he do to her?
...
At Starlight Club, this wasn't the first time Ernest and his friends had come here to party.
After greeting the staff, they went the whole day from morning to night without anyone disturbing them, having a great time.
In the next room, Mabel had enjoyed a whole night of spectacular drama. The frustration that had been stuck in her chest finally dissipated.
That bitch Amelia - she finally got what was coming to her.
Watching Amelia tortured until there wasn't a patch of good skin left on her body, Mabel took the video recording and finally left satisfied.
Not long after she left, Amelia slowly regained consciousness.
After a day and night, she was barely human anymore.
When she came to, though she couldn't remember exactly what happened, looking at the state of the room, she knew what she'd been through last night.
Mabel!
James!
Mia!
Ernest!
Amelia silently repeated these names in her heart, her hatred consuming everything.
She wouldn't let them get away with this.
Not a single one of them.
She lay on the floor, struggling to push herself up.
The movement pulled at her wounds, the pain making her already swollen face twist even more grotesquely.
On the couch, four men lay sprawled out.
Exhausted, sleeping soundly.
Her gaze swept over the broken wine bottle on the table, still stained with blood - her blood.
She looked at it and reached out to grab it.
Her eyes poisonous and murderous, she stared at the four men, dragging her pain-wracked body toward them.
She aimed the sharp end at Ernest's carotid artery. Just one second before she was about to slash down, she suddenly calmed down.
Amelia looked coldly at the four men sleeping so peacefully.
Expressionless, she threw the weapon on the floor.
She didn't need to do it herself.
She thought of James's expression and words last night.
She knew James well - even as a child, he always sought revenge for the smallest slight.
These four men had touched Mia, so they wouldn't have a good ending.
With James taking action, it saved her the trouble.
She couldn't move against James right now.
If she wanted revenge, she first had to get out of here. She needed to find a solution before James made his move against her.
Amelia randomly picked up men's clothes from the floor and put them on herself.
At this point, she couldn't worry about anything else.
First, she had to survive, to be free, before she could get revenge!
Filled with hatred, Amelia left Starlight Club step by step.
...
In the bathroom
James was practiced at bathing Mia. While washing her, he also massaged all her sore spots from top to bottom.
His technique was good.
Mia leaned comfortably in his arms. Even though she could feel him getting aroused, she wasn't worried he'd do anything more to her.
Her body, as he said, really couldn't take it anymore.
After the bath, James grabbed a towel and wrapped it around Mia.
Since he lived alone, there was only his towel. After wrapping her in it, James just brazenly carried her out without putting anything on himself.
Mia had been massaged into a drowsy state and was too lazy to notice.
It wasn't until he dried her off and put her back on the bed that she lazily opened her eyes.
The moment she opened them, they met his again.
Mia was speechless.
After soaking in the bath and getting a massage, her body felt much better.
Seeing the situation, Mia grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "James, can you please put some clothes on!"
Before was one thing - she actually quite enjoyed looking at his good physique. When he walked around without clothes in front of her.
She'd often feel embarrassed, but her eyes would still unconsciously look at him.
But now they were divorced.
Could he not be so shameless?
Though the pillow wasn't very heavy, the place it hit was no joke.
And she'd thrown it in anger, so this hit.
While it wouldn't cause any real damage, it still hurt him.
She was serious!
James grabbed the pillow and yanked it away, then pulled her into his arms.
"Mia, are you trying to murder your husband? If you really break me, what about your future happiness?"
Mia was speechless.
She pushed James away and grabbed another pillow to press against his chest. "Get away."
After pushing him away, she looked at him with complete exasperation.
"James, watch your words - ex-husband!"
This "ex-husband" was deliberate on Mia's part.
She just wanted to get back at him, to hurt him.
But James, who should have been bothered by the words "ex-husband," showed not a trace of defeat on his handsome face.
Holding the pillow in one hand, he casually held it in front of his lower body as she wanted.
But his exposed upper body with its perfect muscle lines and those long legs would still make it impossible to look away.
Those beautiful eyes of his stared straight at her, looking at her with eyes full of love.
The gaze was so obvious she couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.
If she could, she would have grabbed her phone and called the police.
She was already wrapped up in the blanket, showing nothing but her face.
But with his gaze, it was as if he'd burned the blanket away.
Mia really didn't want to understand what his eyes were doing, but the two of them were just too familiar. His expression was just too obvious.
Her face flushed red, her earlobes so red they could drip blood.
James's eyes filled with amusement as he leaned in again, laughing softly. "Mia, after last night, am I still just your ex-husband?"
The suddenly close distance made Mia's heart clearly skip a beat.
She forced herself not to back away or dodge, not wanting to let him see her so smug in front of her.
Mia deliberately challenged him, "You could also think of it as a one-night stand!"