Chapter 39: Getting Rough with Amelia
In the hospital room, after Mia fell into a peaceful sleep, James carefully tucked the blanket around her before taking his clothes and heading into the bathroom attached to the room.
He quickly took a shower, washing away the smell she didn't like, and emerged feeling fresh and clean.
Standing at the bathroom door, he noticed that Mia, who had been lying flat on her back when he went in, had changed positions.
She was now curled up in a ball with her back to him.
Was Mia awake?
"Mia..."
Thinking Mia had woken up, James quickly walked over.
Standing by the hospital bed, he looked at Mia, whose eyes were still closed, breathing softly and evenly.
She wasn't awake.
James sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Mia who had started sleeping restlessly again during his brief absence.
The furrow between her brows that he had smoothed out earlier had returned.
In her sleep, she continued to curl up tighter.
She hadn't slept in this position for a long time.
The Mia before him seemed to have returned to how she was when she first moved into Luxe Haven.
He had discovered it one night when her door wasn't properly closed.
Late at night, after finishing work and passing by her room, he saw light coming through the crack in the door.
Thinking Mia was still awake, James frowned with disapproval.
With a stern face full of disapproval, he walked into her room, ready to scold her.
Mia could sleep in late, but she shouldn't stay up late.
Going in, he found she was obediently sleeping.
However, Mia lying on the small bed she had specifically requested to change to was somewhat different from the Mia he knew.
The Mia who during the day acted like nothing mattered more than being happy and eating, at night would curl up like a baby while sleeping.
Completely inconsistent with her personality.
Psychologically speaking, people who sleep in this position have an extreme lack of inner security.
He had noticed it at the time but never took it to heart.
Everyone has their own past they don't want to talk about. He wouldn't pry too much, nor did he have the interest to explore her inner world.
Seeing her asleep, he left.
At the time, his only thought was that Mia was either carefree or trusted him too much.
She dared to sleep without locking her door, not afraid he might do something to her?
Later, they became intimate.
She moved from the side bedroom to the master bedroom.
The two slept in the same bed, and gradually, she changed.
She never slept in that position again. Instead, her sleeping posture became more and more bold, not only perfectly matching her personality but even surpassing it.
He had rescued her from the abyss of darkness, only to push her back in with his own hands.
James sat gently on the edge of the bed, reaching his large hand under the blanket to hold her hand that was still clenched into a fist even in sleep.
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Silver Oak Manor
The good news from last night gave Amelia a great night's sleep.
The next morning, Amelia woke up glowing.
She didn't get up immediately, but leaned lazily against the bed in a relaxed posture.
Her perfectly manicured nails lightly played with the long curls draped over her shoulders as she reached for her phone from the nightstand, her long fingers tapping lightly to call the caregiver.
A beautiful day should naturally start with hearing that Mia had miscarried.
The call connected quickly, and Amelia got straight to the point, "How is she?"
The caregiver's cautious voice came through the line, "Ms. Martinez... the baby was saved."
"What? Saved?"
Amelia's voice instantly shot up.
The hand that had been lazily playing with her long curls lost control of its strength and pulled hard, yanking out a small tuft of her own hair.
The pain twisted her face!
The baby in Mia's belly was so lucky.
After all that trouble Mia went through, it still didn't fall out.
The caregiver on the other end clearly sensed Amelia's displeasure and, afraid the money about to be in hand would fly away, quickly added, "Ms. Martinez, it's temporary, only temporarily saved."
"What do you mean?"
Amelia's voice was cold, no longer holding the pleasure from when she first woke up.
The caregiver quickly told her all the information she had gathered in detail.
After the caregiver finished, Amelia's mood clearly warmed up.
"You did well. Ten o'clock, wait at the hospital entrance."
"Okay, okay, thank you Ms. Martinez."
The caregiver hung up the phone with a delighted expression.
Amelia tossed her phone back on the nightstand, looking at the hair still pinched in her hand.
She threw off the blanket and got up, sneering as she tossed the hair into the trash bin and walked toward the bathroom.
The child in Mia's belly shouldn't have existed in the first place.
Now, after being put through all this by Mia, its condition was very unstable and could fall out at any moment.
Then she would be kind enough to add fuel to the fire for Mia's child.
It would also free the child from suffering, saving it from being tormented again by its mother Mia, who only knew how to use it.
She wanted to see what tricks Mia could pull to hold onto James and prevent him from divorcing her once she no longer had this child as leverage.
She was really looking forward to it.
After washing up, Amelia applied subtle, natural-looking makeup.
In a good appetite, she finished breakfast before changing clothes and heading out, directly calling a car to the hospital.
Arriving at the hospital, she handed the "information fee" she had prepared to the caregiver waiting by the lobby entrance.
Because this news put her in such a good mood, the information fee was quite generous.
The caregiver accepted it with a delighted expression, thanking her repeatedly.
Amelia didn't want to waste her precious time on someone of the caregiver's lowly status. Her eyes swept over the caregiver with arrogant impatience, "Which room is she in?"
Before the caregiver finished speaking, Amelia had already started walking forward.
Eager to go add fuel to Mia's fire.
...
The morning sunlight filled the hospital room. Mia lay on the hospital bed in a curled-up position, from night until dawn.
Breathing softly, sleeping quietly.
Her body and mind had been tense for too long; she was very tired.
Without James holding her at night, she would often wake up in the middle of the night, then force herself back to sleep.
As a result, since discovering the truth, she hadn't had a good night's sleep.
Once a habit is formed, it's really hard to break.
When awake, she could still force herself.
But after falling asleep, her body's instinctive habit would still depend on James.
...
James had barely slept all night. To let Mia sleep well, he had held Mia's hand like this, maintaining this position, quietly watching over her all night.
He was afraid of disturbing her, so he deliberately kept his breathing very light.
All just to let her sleep well.
The hospital room door was suddenly knocked on.
Mia on the bed heard the sound and almost immediately responded, her brows furrowing slightly.
James, whose eyes had never left Mia, noticed immediately, and his expression instantly darkened.
Hadn't he already had Louis tell everyone last night that no one was allowed to come and disturb them until he rang the bell?
Who was so fearless as to come and interrupt Mia's rest?
James looked over with bone-chilling coldness in his eyes, and seeing Amelia appear at the hospital room door, his expression clearly froze.
Why was she here?
The next second, James suddenly stood up.