Chapter 90: Is She Sick?
As Mia listened, her face grew redder and redder. When the doctor finished, she lowered her head like an ostrich, mumbled a thank you, and rushed out the door.
She ran all the way as if someone was chasing her, straight out of the hospital, and stood in the cold wind.
The heat on her face slowly faded away.
After a moment, Mia let out a breath.
With the doctor's confirmation, she dared to carry out her plan.
To give him a surprise.
……
Some unexpected issues came up, and James didn't finish work until after six in the evening. He hurried back to the hotel.
Opening the hotel room door, it was pitch dark inside.
"Mia?"
Hadn't she just replied that she was waiting for him in the room?
James stood at the door, taking out his phone to call Mia.
Mia, who had been hiding behind the door planning to surprise him, had to come out early. She reached out to take his phone and said playfully, "I'm right here?"
In the light from the hallway, James could see Mia standing in front of him clearly. His breath caught suddenly.
She was wearing his black shirt, which just covered down to the top of her thighs, showing off her well-proportioned long legs.
An innocent face, paired with bold clothing.
The visual impact was extremely strong.
James instantly lost control.
In a whirl, Mia was lifted by James with one hand, pressed against the wall by the door, and his overwhelming kisses came down directly.
Caught off guard by the kiss, Mia hooked her arms around his waist, holding him. Thinking of the unclosed door, between their tangled lips and tongues, she reminded him unclearly, "The door..."
James kicked with his long leg, and the door slammed shut.
This sound didn't wake up Mia and James, who were lost in the pursuit of basic human instinct, but it did wake up Amelia outside the door, surrounded by jealous hatred.
Even though she had imagined what it would look like if James tore off his calm and controlled exterior and became lost in her.
Nothing compared to the visual impact right before her.
It was even more captivating than she had imagined.
Amelia's gaze fell on the door. What was happening inside was obvious.
Her heart was going crazy with jealousy!
Her nails dug deep into her palms. This should have been hers!
……
Inside the room, the two people who should have been in a romantic moment now had an atmosphere that had sunk to its lowest point.
The black shirt on Mia was half hanging on her body. Under the light, her skin was smooth—it should have been incredibly alluring, but at this moment, neither of them was in the mood.
She was leaning over the sink, dry heaving continuously.
James stood beside her, watching her with concern.
Mia couldn't throw up anything. Last time she thought it was morning sickness that made her feel nauseous.
But just now, as the atmosphere reached its peak, that scene flashed through her mind again—that time when James was drunk, and at the end, looking into her eyes, he said: Amelia, I love you.
Like a curse, it kept replaying in her mind.
Ever since that time on the sofa when he kissed her, she felt a bit uncomfortable.
At the time, she thought it was because she hadn't completely forgiven him, that she had reservations which made her not want him close.
During this time, she had worked hard to adjust, to make herself forget.
Maybe it was today's "the love of one's life" bracelet that brought those emotions buried deep in her heart back to the surface.
So, at the very end, she suddenly remembered that scene again.
And no matter what, she couldn't push it down.
The more she tried to suppress it, the more she couldn't.
At that moment, all she could think was that he was treating her as Amelia.
The person he saw wasn't her.
It was Amelia.
At that moment, she simply couldn't control herself.
She instantly felt sick to her stomach.
James was already at the point of no return and didn't notice her emotional state.
She couldn't break free, and in the end could only kick him. Only then did she escape from his arms and rush into the bathroom.
After a long while, Mia finally stopped dry heaving.
She slowly stood up, looking at the man beside her whose body was tense. There was darkness in his eyes that hadn't faded. "James, I'm sor..."
Her apology was interrupted by James, who handed her the glass of water he was holding. "Rinse your mouth first."
Mia reached out to take it. After rinsing her mouth, James picked her up and put her back on the bed. "Are you uncomfortable somewhere?"
Mia's lips moved.
The words on the tip of her tongue, she swallowed back.
She was afraid that if she said it, James would think she was being difficult.
It had already passed, and she had chosen to let it go and live a good life with him.
She didn't want to keep dwelling on it either.
But why was this happening?
Mia shook her head gently.
Seeing she was really okay.
James looked at her, the fire in his eyes that hadn't died down reignited.
It was a meaning they both understood.
He originally still had some self-control, but when he first came back to the room, Mia told him she had seen the doctor, and the doctor said it was okay.
His self-control completely collapsed.
Once the beast in the cage was let out, it was hard to put it back in.
He kissed her again.
……
Half an hour later, Mia finished dry heaving and once again took the water from James's hand. Looking at his obviously darkened expression, she said apologetically, "James, I'm sorry."
James didn't speak, just looked at her.
The first time, he thought she was suddenly feeling unwell, and his concern overshadowed everything.
But the second time, he already felt something was wrong.
When reason took over, he could clearly see that at the moment she pushed him away, the expression on her face wasn't physical discomfort, but an inability to accept him.
She was rejecting and repulsed by him.
"James..."
Mia reached out and tugged at James.
James carried her back to the bed, looking at her pale face from all the vomiting.
This time she threw up even more severely than the last time.
"Why?"
James couldn't figure it out.
Their intimate life had always been harmonious.
He liked her body, and she would equally be lost in his technique.
Mia pressed her lips together and didn't speak.
She didn't know what to say.
"Because of Amelia?"
When James asked this, his voice was already very cold.
And as his words fell, Mia's expression confirmed he had guessed right.
"I..."
I didn't mean to!
"Go to sleep."
James's desire was somewhat hard to suppress, but looking at the uncomfortable Mia, he ultimately interrupted her words.
After speaking, he stood up.
"James!"
Mia instinctively reached out to grab him.
"I'm going to take a shower."
James's voice was still somewhat cold.
Mia let go of her hand.
Watching him walk into the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Her gaze looked over. No longer with the shy feeling from last night, at this moment, looking at the frosted glass without steam.
A layer of mist appeared in her eyes.
……
The night grew quiet.
Mia lay flat on the bed, looking at James who was an arm's length away from her.
After his cold shower, he got into bed and didn't reach out to hold her.
He just said to sleep early, then lay down with his back to her.
She knew he was angry.
She was the one who took the initiative to see the doctor, she was the one who wanted to give him a surprise.
But in the end, she was also the one who got him all worked up and then threw cold water on him.
But she really didn't mean to!
She didn't know why her reaction was so strong. She had clearly forgiven him, and just now her body had responded too, and she really wanted to be with him. But why did she feel so awful?
Was she sick?