Chapter 82: Can You Calm Down and Listen to Me?
At the critical moment, a large hand grabbed her waist, and their positions switched.
Water splashed as James fell into the bathtub. She was held tightly in his arms, protected from any harm.
Sitting in the bathtub together, Mia's heart nearly stopped from fright.
After recovering, she turned around in James's arms and yelled at him in frustration, "James!"
James held her and grinned at her.
A drunk man—she couldn't even get properly angry at him.
Looking at James smiling at her, Mia was so annoyed she wanted to grab his hair and push his head into the bathtub to make him drink some bathwater.
After her anger passed, she thought about how even drunk and slow to react, he had still instinctively protected her.
Mia's heart felt both sour and bitter.
They say unconscious reactions are true instincts.
He was always like this.
Again and again!
Making her indecisive, unable to be heartless toward him!
Hitting him—he wouldn't feel pain anyway.
Scolding him—he couldn't understand anything right now.
He would just grin at her.
Mia just wanted to quickly clean him up and throw him on the bed to rest on his side.
Pushing down the discomfort in her heart, she quickly helped him bathe.
After finishing, James stepped out of the bathtub, didn't put on clothes, and leaned right up to her, making her smell him, "Mia, not smelly anymore, smells good."
Mia turned around and her face went right into his chest, "...Get away!"
This was so annoying!
Finally done with the bath, she got him dressed and led him out of the bathroom, helping him to the bedside.
Finally free!
Mia roughly pushed him onto the bed.
James supported himself with his arms and didn't fall.
With good core strength, he sat up from mid-air.
"Dry my hair."
He raised his hand to touch his wet hair. Earlier, Mia had only casually rubbed it with a towel.
Seeing him get up to get the hairdryer, Mia pressed her hand on his shoulder and turned to get the hairdryer herself.
She'd endured this long already, what was a little longer?
He had dried her hair so many times. Today, it was her turn to do it for him once.
"Sit still."
At her "command," James obediently sat still again.
Mia stood in front of him and started drying his hair.
When her fingers ran through his hair, James wrapped his arms around her waist.
Just like she did every time he dried her hair, he buried his face in her chest.
His ear pressed against her belly.
She tolerated it.
She used to lean against him like this all the time!
But he didn't just rest there—he was restless.
On her belly, moving left for a bit, then right for a bit.
Mia was already angry, and with him moving around, she couldn't dry his hair properly. Annoyed, she grabbed his hair, "James, stop moving!"
When she got fierce, James finally settled down.
But after just a few seconds of being still, he started moving again in small movements.
The movements were tiny, as if he thought Mia wouldn't notice.
Mia: "...James, what are you doing?"
James didn't lift his head, still resting on her belly, looking up slightly with that smile that would soften anyone's heart.
"I'm listening for our baby's voice." His voice was very soft, murmuring as if afraid of startling the child in her belly.
Mia wanted to scold him—are you crazy? It's not even three months yet, what could you possibly hear?
But her eyes couldn't help turning red as she listened to him continue murmuring, "I'll definitely be a good dad." For a moment, she felt both heartbroken and wronged.
If she could, she wouldn't want her child to be born without a father either.
But, he and Amelia—
She would rather her child have no father than share her husband with someone else.
She couldn't do it.
She could only let down the child in her belly.
Destined to be born without a father.
It was all James's fault. Why did he hide things from her, betray her?
Making her so heartbroken.
The more Mia thought about it, the more wronged she felt, tears streaming down her face.
"Wife, don't cry." Seeing Mia cry, James immediately pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back.
This was the first time he called her wife!
That one word "wife" made Mia cry even harder.
Soon, she wouldn't be his wife anymore!
Taking advantage of his drunkenness, knowing he wouldn't remember when he woke up, Mia let her emotions run wild, sobbing uncontrollably, "James, you're such a jerk!"
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The next morning, James's fixed biological clock woke him up.
Opening his eyes to see Mia lying obediently in his arms, most of yesterday's anger had disappeared.
As usual, before getting up, he went to give her a good morning kiss.
But before the kiss could land, Mia pushed him away with her hand.
She got up from his arms with a cold face and got out of bed.
James, who had also sat up, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms.
Mia struggled, "Let go!"
Don't think that just because he was drunk last night and she couldn't bear to leave him alone, she had forgiven him.
Yesterday's incident wasn't going to be forgotten that easily.
Not only did James not let go, he held her even tighter.
Last night's obedient James seemed to have never existed.
The man before her had turned back into that domineering and forceful person.
"James, I said let go, I don't want to talk to you!"
Mia was angry inside, her tone even heavier, pushing him in frustration.
Once sober, he started bullying her again.
James grabbed her chin and turned her face toward him, "Mia, listen to me!"
"I won't listen, don't want to listen, we have nothing to talk about!"
Mia covered her ears with her hands, very resistant.
She didn't want to listen.
Didn't want to hear his lies anymore.
As long as she didn't listen, she wouldn't soften.
Not only were her hands resisting, her legs were kicking at James too.
Looking at the emotional Mia, with her like this, he had no way to talk to her properly.
James suddenly trapped her kicking legs with his long legs, flipped over and pressed down, pinning Mia into the bed.
He lowered his head and kissed her directly.
In the past, when James encountered her being angry or unhappy, he often used this silencing kiss trick.
He was a quick learner, and his technique had become increasingly skilled.
He could easily make her dizzy with desire.
After a kiss ended, she would be breathless in his arms, looking with hazy eyes at the man who was usually refined and restrained like a Buddhist monk, his incomparably handsome face now colored with worldly desire from kissing her, devastatingly beautiful.
That feeling was like she had pulled him down from his pedestal.
Her whole heart would be completely filled, how could she still think about being angry with him?
But today, when he did this, it only made her angrier.
Yet no matter how angry she was, she couldn't withstand James's persistent advances. He knew her too well, always had ways to make her unable to resist. Before long, Mia was kissed until her whole body went soft.
Having achieved his goal, James didn't continue. He looked down at Mia in his arms, who no longer had the strength to resist. Afraid of pressing on the child in her belly, he rolled over, switching their positions, and held her in his arms, "Can you calmly listen to me now?"