Chapter 349: Can’t Control Myself

Chapter 349: Can’t Control Myself

A wave of overwhelming joy nearly swept James away.

He snatched all the documents from Mia's hands and gripped them tightly, saying fiercely, "Too late to change your mind now!"

Before the words even finished, he was already out the car door.

He moved quickly around to the driver's side, yanked the door open, and, without giving Mia time to step out, bent down and lifted her out of the car.

Fingers interlaced, he gripped her hand tightly and strode inside without a second's delay.

From the moment of their divorce, he'd been hoping to remarry her.

They'd been through so much along the way.

This delay had lasted nearly five years.

He had finally waited for Mia to trust him again—to give him another chance, to wear the ring of her own accord, and to agree to marry him once more.

He wasn't about to give her a chance to back out.

As James walked, he made a phone call, "Yes, arrange it for me right now, quick!"

He didn't have the patience to wait in line!

At this moment, James had only one thought: nothing was more important than remarrying Mia. He wanted to remarry her right then and there—he didn't want to wait even one more second.

Mia held James's hand in return, walking in step with him.

Her gaze fell on his thin profile, feeling his urgency, her eyes full of tenderness.

James arranged everything as quickly as possible and hung up.

Turning his head, he met Mia's love-filled eyes and couldn't help but stop, wanting to see them more clearly.

Mia didn't avoid it, didn't hide it.

All the intense love in her heart, she wanted to express to him.

From the moment she opened her heart to him and fell in love with him, that love had never changed.

She had been hurt by love before, and to avoid being hurt again, she had buried her feelings deep inside herself.

Forcing herself to break the habit of dependence, learning to be strong on her own.

Now she'd completely transformed, able to live independently without relying on a man.

But there was this one man who, with his love, his persistence, and his actions, made her willing to open her heart to him again.

To take his hand again, willing to reclaim her ability to love for him.

This time, not living as an attachment, but walking side by side.

The best kind of love is when both people work hard and meet each other halfway.

James's eyes reddened, moisture welling up.

It had been so long.

Mia showing her true feelings, looking at him with such intense emotion—it felt like something from another lifetime.

Indescribable emotion and excitement.

James opened his arms and pulled Mia close, their bodies pressed together, his forehead against hers.

Looking at her with equal depth of feeling, a thousand words became one sentence: "Wife, thank you, thank you for giving me another chance."

Mia's eyes also reddened, tears pooling in her eyes too.

They'd been through so much together, getting to today really hadn't been easy.

Before the tears could fall, Mia reached out and gave James a light tap, choking up: "Do you still want to remarry… or not?"

Really, today was a happy day, she didn't want to cry.

James cupped her face and gently kissed her lips.

His brow relaxed, his smile quite charming, and he suddenly swept her up in his arms, "Wife, let's go remarry!"

Mia didn't cry out in surprise. As he lifted her, she cooperated by wrapping her arms around his neck.

It had been so long since she'd depended on someone like this.

Their eyes met, both pairs red, sharing a smile.

Eyes only for each other.

Under the varied gazes of other couples, James carried Mia and strode steadily toward the second floor.

Taking the stairs three at a time, they quickly reached an office.

Just as Mia was about to knock, James had already pushed open the slightly ajar door with his shoulder.

He strode in and gently set Mia down in a chair.

He slapped all the documents in his hand onto the desk, his tone urgent: "Remarriage, quick!"

James's urgency didn't affect the man sitting behind the desk holding a cup of tea.

He remained completely unfazed, like a mountain that wouldn't crumble, glanced at James casually, and said: "Remarriage, huh."

He knew James was in a hurry.

But such rough behavior—it was lucky it was him in here. If it had been Lyric Vaughn, wouldn't she have been scared?

Hearing the voice, James suddenly looked up.

Seeing Oscar Cox, shock filled his eyes, "Oscar?"

Oscar was Louis's brother, and he'd helped them with many things before.

"It's work hours, don't get familiar."

Oscar's tone was distant, his face clearly saying he kept work and personal matters separate, don't try to get cozy with him.

James was speechless.

What a stickler for separating work and personal matters.

Then how did he end up on the second floor instead of the first?

But James didn't dare say this out loud.

Oscar looked harmless, but was actually the most cunning.

Right now he needed a favor, so he had to back down.

Wanting the marriage registration processed as quickly as possible, James decided to compromise. He picked up the documents and handed them over with both hands in a respectful gesture. “We’re processing the remarriage, thank you,” he said.

Only then did Oscar slowly put down his teacup and pick up the glasses beside him to put on.

Moving very slowly, he reached out to take the documents and placed them on the desk, "Remarriage, huh. Let me first check if all the documents are ready."

Every movement Oscar made was slow, clearly deliberately messing with James.

Mia had already made up her mind to remarry James, so she wasn't as anxious as he was.

Sitting in the chair, watching James angry but not daring to speak, her eyes smiled.

It was rare to see him frustrated by someone other than herself—quite interesting.

James was getting impatient!

He was really anxious.

Until he had that marriage certificate in hand, he felt uneasy.

Keeping a smile on his face, his hands were busy on his phone, sending a message to Louis.

Using connections to their fullest—that was his strong suit.

Louis had been tricked by Oscar since childhood. Because of Oscar's cunning, Louis had taken the blame for all his bad deeds.

Regarding Oscar, Louis was definitely on James's side.

After receiving the message, Louis made a phone call to Lyric.

As the saying goes, there's always someone who can handle you.

After Louis made the call, he sent James a WhatsApp message.

James replied with an OK.

Not long after sending it, a woman with a sweet appearance and an even sweeter voice appeared hurriedly at the door.

She said apologetically: "I'm so sorry, I just went to the restroom and delayed you both."

Apologizing as she walked in.

The moment Oscar saw Lyric, all his authoritative air vanished, clearly flustered.

She was too beautiful, and last night he couldn't hold back and had been too rough.

He worried she'd be uncomfortable sitting there all day. After finishing his work in the morning, he set aside his so-called principles and had his secretary bring him here.

Seeing her uncomfortable, he coaxed her for a long time and made repeated promises before she obediently left her workstation to rest and lie down for a bit.

"Lyric, I..."

Before Oscar could finish, Lyric gripped his shoulders with both hands and pulled up, and his feet immediately left the ground.

The scene looked incredibly unbelievable.

A young woman easily lifting a grown man and tossing him aside.

Lyric sat down in the seat, her smile still sweet, "I'll process this for you right away."

She worked quickly, moving through the procedures rapidly.

In no time, the divorce certificate had been exchanged with a marriage certificate.

"Thank you."

James reached out to take it, putting his arm around the still-shocked Mia as they stood up.

Only then did Mia snap back to reality, "Thank you."

Before the door closed, she saw Oscar, his image completely ruined, looking at Lyric ingratiatingly, soft as silk, coaxing her gently.

At the stairway.

"Wife, wait for me a moment."

James let go of Mia and strode toward the nearby restroom. He didn't make her wait long. Soon, James came out.

In a few quick steps he was in front of her, taking her hand and heading downstairs.

Mia noticed the marriage certificate that had been in his hand was gone.

"Where's the marriage certificate?"

The moment she asked, an absurd thought popped into Mia's mind.

Because she smelled something burnt on him, he couldn't have...

"Burned it!"

James said it openly, his tone even carrying a hint of pride, "Just burned it."

He'd thought about this long ago.

Once they remarried, he'd get rid of the marriage certificate right away.

Without a marriage certificate, he and Mia could never get divorced.

Mia looked at the smug James and deliberately poured cold water on him: "Not having a marriage certificate doesn't matter, we can get a replacement!"

The two had just exited the marriage registration building.

Hearing this, James stopped in his tracks. His large hand on her waist pinched the soft flesh there—not too hard, not too softly—as he said fiercely, "Mia, we just remarried. What are you thinking about?"

His grip tightened as he pulled her into his embrace. Fingers tilting her chin up, he warned her in a low, intense voice, “I won’t even give you a chance to think about divorcing me—not even once"

This time, he would keep his promise.

For the rest of their lives, he would never let her down again.

He'd given her everything he had. Not giving her a chance to divorce wasn't because he feared having nothing.

It was because he didn't want to lose her.

Mia hugged his waist, saying seriously: "I believe you, husband."

Although she'd called him husband before remarrying.

But back then, it wasn't really official.

Now, hearing Mia call him husband, James felt every cell in his body filled with happiness.

"Wife, say it again."

"Husband!"

Mia called out sweetly.

In the sunlight, her eyes curved into a smile, brilliant and radiant—dazzling.

James's heart surged, his heart racing.

He couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her.

This time, Mia dodged.

Before James could look hurt, she whispered in his ear, "Tonight counts as our wedding night too, I booked a room on the mountaintop..."

Before Mia could finish, James had already swept her up in his arms, striding toward her car.

As soon as he got in the car, he floored the gas pedal.

Just like his mood about remarrying, he didn't want to delay even a second.

At noon, they arrived at the mountaintop.

Taking the elevator, they went straight up.

Led by a server, they entered a room with the best view on the mountaintop.

This had been newly developed in recent years, Mia hadn't been here before.

As soon as the door closed, Mia didn't immediately jump on James but was drawn to the beautiful scenery before her.

She let go of James's hand and walked cheerfully toward the floor-to-ceiling window nearby.

Standing at the window, overlooking all of Imperial City.

Dreamlike and beautiful beyond words.

Mia hadn't been this relaxed in a long time.

Looking at the beautiful view, lost in it, she couldn't help but murmur, "It's really so beautiful!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the same admiring voice behind her say, "Yes, very beautiful."

It was James.

He'd just called room service, asking them to prepare lunch and bring it in two hours.

After arranging that, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Mia naturally leaned into James's embrace, her hand resting on his hand around her waist, turning to respond to the man who shared her feelings, "Right, it's really beautiful."

Only when she turned did she realize James's gaze wasn't on the beautiful scenery at all, but on her.

After she looked at him.

His gaze was focused and affectionate, "Yes, really super beautiful."

Mia's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

They were practically an old married couple by now.

But she was still so easily charmed by him.

Falling into his affectionate eyes, seeing only him, instantly forgetting the beautiful scenery behind her.

When she opened her heart to James again, she seemed to have no resistance to the pheromones he released.

"James, you're really too good at seducing people."

Making her unable to help but indulge in his masculine charm, unable to free herself.

In her eyes, James surpassed everything in this world.

During the four years they were apart, it wasn't like she hadn't met men as excellent and handsome as James.

But even with her memory loss, her eyes still couldn't hold anyone else.

Only him.

Only him alone.

Made her heart race.

Made her unable to resist him.

Mia reached back to hook her arms around his neck, turning in his embrace.

Her back against the floor-to-ceiling window—the glass here was specially designed, no need to worry about being watched.

Mia was even bolder than during their trial period four years ago.

Her hand slid from the back of his neck, fingertips tracing over his chest before catching the end of his tie and giving it a light tug.

James was pulled close to her.

Their bodies pressed inseparably together.

She lifted one leg to hook around his calf, slowly moving up along his leg.

James's breathing grew heavier and heavier.

The way he looked at Mia, it was as if he'd already devoured her inside and out several times over.

But he didn't make the first move, just teasing her with his eyes.

He loved seeing Mia with her heart and eyes full of him.

Mia lightly bit his lip, saying softly: "How can you be so seductive? I can barely control myself, and I wanted to enjoy the view for a bit!"

Shaochen wouldn't be back until tomorrow noon, she and James still had a whole night together.

Who knew he'd come in and mess up her plans.

"What should we do then?"

James also lightly bit her lip, both their breathing completely chaotic.

"Of course... fuck you first!"

Mia nimbly jumped onto James, and he skillfully caught her, turning and striding inside.

"Close curtains, lights on!"

As James spoke, the curtains slowly closed behind them.

At the same time, the lights in the room came on.

This was a honeymoon suite.

The lighting was specially designed.

Warm-toned light, not too bright, with a hint of romance, creating a better atmosphere for couples.

James was clearly impatient, taking a few large steps toward the bedroom, tossing Mia onto the big bed.

But he didn't pounce right away. Instead, he moved his feet, walking toward the back of the bed.

Mia was slightly stunned, sat up, and turned to look.

She saw James walk to a huge glass cabinet.

Inside the glass door were different sizes and types of intimate products.

"Hurry up."

Knowing he was getting supplies in advance, Mia fearlessly urged him on.

After urging, she noticed James suddenly became extremely patient, seriously making his selection.

One box. Two boxes. Three boxes. Four boxes—he was still continuing to pick.

Mia was shocked!

Looking at James's approach, Mia, who had just been boldly saying she'd sleep with him, suddenly felt her legs go weak.