Chapter 74: You Are Mine
Mia bit her lip hard, not wanting to be so pathetic.
But—
It really hurt.
Watching James defend Amelia right in front of her, and then leaving her and the child behind to take Amelia home, even though he knew she didn't like it.
Didn't he know how much it hurt her when he did this?
Or did he know, but just didn't care about her feelings at all?
The more Mia thought about it, the more her heart ached, and the more wronged she felt.
She didn't know if it was because of the pregnancy, but once the sadness came over her, she couldn't hold it back anymore. Tears instantly flooded her eyes.
They quickly overflowed and rolled out from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks.
Falling to the ground.
Her vision became completely blurred.
Mia didn't dare take another step, afraid she might accidentally miss a step and hurt the baby in her belly.
She could only stand sadly alone at the stairway, tears falling more and more.
There was no bay window here. She slid down along the wall, hugged herself, cried for a while, and roughly wiped away her tears.
Sniffling, she cursed angrily, "James, you're just a lying jerk. Saying you and Amelia are just friends—it's all lies! If I believe you again, I'll—"
Mia, immersed in her sadness, didn't notice the stairwell door being pushed open from outside.
James, who had just walked in from outside, happened to hear her cursing him and interrupted her, "You'll what?"
Mia froze at first, her first reaction being that she was hearing things.
How could James possibly be here?
He should be holding Amelia right now, taking her home!
How could he abandon his beloved Amelia to come find her?
Seeing Mia sulking alone and ignoring him, James walked over, bent down halfway, and coaxed her helplessly in a low voice, "Why aren't you talking? Weren't you cursing pretty fiercely just now?"
It wasn't until she was surrounded by James's presence, his voice sounding above her head, that Mia confirmed he had really left Amelia behind to come back for her.
She suddenly looked up.
Too fast—James couldn't dodge in time.
Mia's head slammed hard into James's chin.
Mia heard a clear cracking sound, accompanied by James's cry of pain.
Mia looked up at him, saw his brows tightly furrowed, and asked anxiously, "James, are you okay?"
James wasn't like her.
He seemed to have no sense of pain.
She remembered that during their intimate moments, when he would push her beyond what she could handle, no matter how much she pleaded, it was useless.
In her anger, she would pinch him hard, bite him.
Nine times out of ten, she would make him bleed.
Then she'd be the one feeling sorry.
But he would remain unfazed.
He would only pinch her chin, wickedly and charmingly wipe away the blood on her lips.
The moment she was enchanted by his gentle gesture, he would use even more force to treat her even rougher than before.
After suffering once, her mouth never showed mercy again after that.
But he really didn't feel pain.
For someone like him to show pain, it must really hurt, and she couldn't help but care.
But as soon as she asked, Mia instantly felt useless.
She lowered her head and bit her own tongue in frustration.
To teach herself a lesson!
That's what you get for not being able to help yourself!
She was afraid of pain.
This bite, she didn't control the force well and broke the skin, drawing blood.
The pain made Mia's tears, which had just stopped, instantly flood her eyes again.
"What's wrong?"
James had just gotten a hint of a smile in his eyes from Mia's concern when he heard her cry of pain.
He immediately reached out to pinch her chin, lifted it up, and saw blood on her lips. His expression changed dramatically.
Mia still had anger in her heart and struggled, not letting him touch her.
"Why do you even care about me? Go care about your Amelia!"
Seeing her stubbornly refusing to cooperate, James was worried. He simply bent down and picked her up from the ground.
Her body suddenly lifted into the air, and Mia cried out in fright.
They had done this action too many times—Mia had developed muscle memory.
The instant she was picked up, her arms naturally wrapped around his neck, her legs hooked around his waist, hanging on him like a koala, facing James directly.
Seeing his face full of concern, Mia's struggling became noticeably weaker. She turned her face away, not wanting to forgive him so easily.
But, calming down, thinking about how he didn't take Amelia home and came after her instead.
He chose her.
He didn't lie to her. He really wanted to live a good life with her.
Seeing Mia's expression, James knew her anger had mostly subsided. He reached out to turn her face back.
He pinched her chin somewhat disapprovingly.
"Amelia is not my wife. She's just a friend. You are my wife. Of course I have to care about you."
Mia was pleased by his words that she was his wife.
She hummed softly.
Her anger mostly gone.
"Open your mouth, let me see where you're hurt."
"I'm not."
She mumbled with her chin being held.
Trying to hide it by tucking her tongue inside, not wanting him to see that she had bitten herself.
James's finger reached in and touched it. "Your tongue. Stick it out."
Mia couldn't avoid it and could only stick out her tongue for him to see.
Just as James leaned in to check, a voice that thought it was being quiet came excitedly from the second-floor corner, "Someone's having sex over here."
Mia heard the voice, looked up, and met three pairs of eyes.
She thought of their current position and James's overly suggestive words just now.
Her face turned red instantly, and like an ostrich, she buried herself in James's neck.
So embarrassing!
……
In the busy lobby, Amelia sat in her wheelchair, watching James chase after Mia as their figures disappeared behind the stairwell door.
She turned the wheels with both hands, chasing after them.
She wouldn't let Mia have her way.
When he saw her being cornered in the alley by those people, he rushed over, held her in his arms, and asked if she was okay—he was clearly so nervous, so worried.
He loved her.
So how could it be that when he knew she didn't like being touched by strangers, and he was obviously about to take her home himself, that bitch Mia fought with her for him.
Forcing James to tell her, "Amelia, you need to get used to it."
Why should she get used to it?
The wheelchair suddenly stopped. Amelia turned around and saw two caregivers, a man and a woman, who had appeared.
These were the ones James had just called.
"Ms. Martinez, I'll take you home."
After speaking, without giving Amelia time to react, he had already pushed her out.
No matter how she cursed, he turned a deaf ear. At the entrance, he directly picked her up by the waist and stuffed her into the back seat.
The private driver, having been paid, immediately raised the middle partition, locked the car doors, and drove away from the hospital.
Amelia's face turned extremely ugly with anger.
Such lowly, filthy people dared to touch her.
She was about to lose her temper when her phone rang.
Amelia looked down with dark eyes and glanced at the caller ID: Mabel.
This bitch dared to call her.
She was in a rage, her face twisted as she answered.
"Amelia, I've already gotten rid of the baby in Mia's belly. It will definitely kill them both. Why haven't you transferred the money you promised me?"
Amelia had already arranged everything for her to leave the country. All that was left was for the money to arrive and she could immediately leave Imperial City.
"Got rid of it? Will definitely kill them both?! The Mia I just saw at the hospital was a ghost? You dare to lie to me? And you dare to ask me for money? You can't even handle a small thing—don't expect to get a single cent!"
She was about to hang up.
But Mabel stopped her, "Amelia, you dare!"
"What are you to threaten me?"
Amelia laughed coldly.
She had never taken Mabel seriously. If she weren't somewhat useful, she wouldn't even spare her a glance.
"I'm not qualified to threaten you, but I wonder if the recording of our last phone call is qualified enough?"
If Amelia hadn't gone back on her word, she wouldn't want to go down together either.
After all, if James found out about this, her fate would only be worse than Amelia's.
After all, Amelia was the one he liked.
"Amelia, if I send this recording to James, what do you think—once he knows it was you who ordered me to get rid of the child he cares about most—"