Chapter 44: Vomit All Over James
Robert treated her this way, but she wasn't angry.
Naturally, she didn't need his apology either.
Now that she was no longer deceived and could see everything clearly, her heart was like a mirror.
If it weren't for James's tacit approval.
How would Robert, who was so good at reading people and only followed James's lead, dare to treat her this way?
James choked.
She really couldn't go three sentences without mentioning divorce.
He was angry but couldn't let it out.
He pressed his thin lips together.
To avoid being driven to death by anger.
He could only pretend not to hear.
……
He was very good at managing his emotions. Soon, he adjusted himself and looked back at her face.
Looking at Mia with her cold little face, clearly having misunderstood, he wanted to say something. His thin lips moved again and again, but in the end, he said nothing.
After all, it was indeed because he hadn't paid enough attention before that caused Robert's misunderstanding.
Seeing the situation wasn't right, Robert said nervously, "Mr. Smith, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to the company."
James just gave Robert a cold glance.
That one look terrified Robert.
He felt he was in danger!
After Robert left, James didn't go handle work.
He stood a few steps away from her, his eyes constantly on Mia.
……
Mia ignored James and Robert beside her.
She wasn't deliberately refusing to eat properly—she really wanted to eat.
But she truly had no appetite at all.
She felt like something was stuck in her chest.
But for the baby's sake, she had to eat!
Looking at the porridge in front of her, she tightened her grip on the spoon.
Scooped it up and fed it into her mouth.
Every bite was a struggle.
Half a small bowl of porridge took nearly twenty minutes.
She was forcing herself to forget those disgusting things that affected her emotions.
After putting something in her stomach, she took a breather and reached for the sandwich.
Just as she fed it into her mouth and took a bite.
Her expression changed slightly. She quickly threw the sandwich aside, wanting to grab the porridge to wash it down.
But before she could touch the porridge, she threw up directly.
James reacted extremely fast. The moment he saw her face change, he rushed to the bedside.
Mia threw up all over the sweater he pulled up.
"Mia."
Even though James was vomited on, not only did he not push her away, he continued holding up his sweater with one hand to catch the vomit, while gently patting her back with the other.
Mia didn't have the strength to push James away right now. She was held in his loose embrace, her face full of pain.
Her hand grabbed his arm for support as she threw up everything she had just eaten.
She didn't stop until she vomited yellow bile again, so weak that her vision kept going black.
……
When the vomiting sounds in his arms stopped, James finally loosened his embrace, stepping back slightly to avoid getting the filth on her.
Looking down at Mia, whose face looked terrible from just vomiting, her face full of pain.
He gently held her shoulders with tender movements, pushing her back a bit to lean against the pillow, then turned and strode quickly toward the bathroom.
Mia half-closed her eyes, leaning back against the headboard like a broken doll.
Already weak, this bout of vomiting left her dizzy and confused, her brain nearly shutting down.
It was really too uncomfortable.
The little bit of strength she had just recovered was completely gone after this ordeal.
……
James rushed into the bathroom, his body tense the entire time.
He was very uncomfortable, every pore in his body protesting.
He turned on the faucet and filled a basin with hot water.
He quickly took off the sweater soaked with filth and threw it on the floor.
Turned off the water, grabbed the basin, and rushed out.
……
Mia leaned there in a daze. The corners of her mouth were still stained with filth, very uncomfortable.
Bitter bile kept rising in her mouth, and her brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
She wanted to lift her hand to wipe it but had no strength.
She lifted it slightly, then it fell heavily back down.
So uncomfortable!
Just as she was suffering, a soft towel gently wiped the corners of her mouth.
The movements were gentle and slow.
The towel's temperature was just right, feeling comfortable on her face.
She didn't need to open her eyes to know it was James.
He wiped gently, and soon all the filth on her mouth was cleaned away.
She was like a lifeless doll with no ability to resist.
She was gently embraced by that familiar strength and pulled back, her back lightly resting against the arm that once made her feel so safe.
This embrace she had been so dependent on and infatuated with—his pleasant scent covered all other smells, entering her nose.
It was clearly her favorite scent, but now it made her want to vomit even more.
She felt like James's scent was mixed with Amelia's fragrance.
Leaning in James's arms like this, she was being tortured.
She felt so uncomfortable.
So much pain.
But she was too weak to say any words of refusal.
She could only lean weakly in his arms, being pulled and tortured by the pain.
Her brain seemed about to shut down. She felt like she was trapped in a fog, unable to get out.
James's low voice penetrated the fog and entered her ears, "Mia."
Mia didn't respond. She just heard his voice become even softer, "Come on, open your mouth. Rinsing will make you feel better."
She had just vomited, and the taste in her mouth was really awful.
Mia breathed lightly and opened her mouth. With the water brought to her lips, she took a sip, letting the water in her mouth move around slowly.
Then slowly spit it out.
After repeating this three times, she felt the strange taste in her mouth was gone.
When he brought the cup to her lips again, she didn't open her mouth.
James understood. He gently placed her back in position, his slender fingers brushing the damp hair stuck to her forehead aside, his tone even gentler, "You lie down and rest for a while."
When he took care of her, he was always so attentive and considerate.
The perfect boyfriend and the perfect husband.
You couldn't find a single flaw.
If it weren't like this, how could she have fallen step by step, so deeply that she couldn't pull herself out?
But this tenderness wasn't exclusively hers.
It was poisonous!
It could be fatal!
She couldn't crave it!
Mia swallowed the bitterness rising in her throat.
……
This back and forth took nearly ten minutes.
Mia had mostly recovered from that dizzy feeling.
After her senses became clear again, a foul smell also entered her nose.
She leaned against the headboard, following the smell to look at James as he stood up, her gaze falling on James's chest.
He was only wearing a shirt now, and the smell was coming from there.
She had been so dizzy from vomiting that she didn't feel much and didn't know where she had vomited.
But now seeing James's shirt, wet over most of it.
Blurry images surfaced in her mind.
She had just felt so sick she was going to vomit.
He rushed over in big strides and without thinking pulled up his own sweater.
Mia, who had just experienced a painful struggle, was hit again.
The pain in her eyes deepened.
She really hadn't expected that James, with his severe cleanliness obsession, would directly use his clothes to catch her vomit to spare her from the ordeal of getting it on herself.