Chapter 92: If You Don't Want Me to Touch You, Stay Away from Me
Before, there was no Amelia between them.
She never doubted him either.
They got along openly and honestly, so she had no reservations and often deliberately joked around in front of James.
But now.
With Amelia's appearance, she'd been constantly suspicious lately.
At this moment, the same words carried a completely different meaning.
It was like she was doubting something had happened between him and Amelia again.
She watched James's face clearly change, her lips moved, wanting to explain, "I..."
That's not what I meant.
She didn't want to make things tense between them.
She wanted to live a good life with him too.
Like before.
"Mr. James Smith, Mrs. Mia Smith, dinner is ready."
The housekeeper finished the last dish, turned off the stove, and spoke up, interrupting the strange atmosphere between the two outside.
"Wash your hands and eat."
James came to his senses first. Today, Amelia's words had left him feeling obviously guilty when facing Mia.
Avoiding her gaze, he put the dessert on the table and took her hand to wash up together.
Mia glanced sideways at James, and seeing he wasn't angry, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Lowering her eyes, she bit her lip secretly, reminding herself not to make such jokes again.
When James was home, the housekeeper would leave after finishing work.
Giving the couple their private space.
After dinner, they went downstairs to digest their food.
Back home, Mia went to shower first.
After showering, she came out wearing pajamas.
The small table on the bay window had been set up, with the dessert James brought back placed on it.
Mia happily walked over, sat down cross-legged, and opened the box.
A small portion, not much, but enough to satisfy her craving.
Her blood sugar was high in late pregnancy, so she'd been controlling her sugar intake early.
She hadn't had dessert in a long time and was dying for it.
She scooped up a spoonful and put it in her mouth.
The desserts from their place suited her taste perfectly.
Her taste buds were satisfied.
She squinted her eyes happily.
One spoonful after another.
Immersed in the joy of good food, she didn't hear James's footsteps.
He'd been alone in the study, smoking for quite a while.
Leaving the study, he was about to go downstairs to shower.
Passing by the master bedroom, he saw Mia like a little greedy cat.
Her satisfied expression caught his attention.
His feet moved toward her of their own accord, quickly reaching the bay window.
His gaze fell on Mia.
She always had a fatal attraction for him.
At this moment, watching the smile on her face, his eyes caught the bit of cream at the corner of her lips.
He didn't like sweets.
But every time, what was on her lips tasted pretty good.
Some actions had been done countless times.
James reached out to hook her chin, leaned down, and kissed her directly.
He simply wanted to kiss her.
Like before, to take away the cream on her lips and taste what flavor of dessert made her so happy.
To see if it was as sweet as her, sweet enough to reach his heart.
But before his lips could touch hers, Mia reacted strongly and pulled back.
Quickly creating distance between them, her back pressed tightly against the window glass.
Her movement was so forceful that she kicked over the small table.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The tenderness on James's face slowly faded, his expression turning cold.
He looked at Mia's intense reaction.
Emotions churned violently inside him.
Several times, they almost burst out.
Finally, he forcibly suppressed them.
Regarding Amelia, he was indeed at fault.
So even if she was really being too unreasonable, he'd been putting up with her.
From her dry heaving to this moment, he'd been tolerating it all.
Before losing control of his emotions, James turned and left.
The night fell silent.
After James slammed the door and left, he never came back.
Mia lay in bed, waiting for a long time, but he never returned to the room.
She threw off the covers and got up, going to the study to find him.
The study light was off; he wasn't there.
Mia went to look for him in the guest rooms, finding James in one of them.
He'd already gone to bed, his back to the door.
She stood in the doorway, looking at James's cold back, tears welling up in her eyes.
She knew he was really angry.
She really didn't mean it just now; she just thought of the doctor's words, telling her not to have intimate contact with him.
That's why she reacted so strongly.
Mia tried hard to suppress the sadness in her heart, took a deep breath,
Not letting herself choke up, she softly called out to James, trying to make peace, "James, I..."
"If you don't want me to touch you that badly, then stay away from me."
She knew very well in her heart the effect she had on him.
Since she found him so disgusting and rejected being close to him, then don't come over and provoke him.
Mia was shocked into silence at the doorway by James's cold rebuke.
This was the first time James had spoken to her in such a bone-chilling voice.
She just stood there, watching James who never turned around.
After a long while, she turned around with red eyes.
The moment she gently closed the door, tears streamed down her face.
She walked while wiping her tears, comforting herself, "Don't cry, it's okay, James is just angry for the moment."
Anyone would be angry in this situation.
Back in the room, Mia dried her tears.
Got into bed and wrapped herself in the blanket.
Sleep well, continue going to the doctor tomorrow.
Get better soon, and they can definitely go back to how things were before.
That night, Mia cried herself to sleep.
Waking up, she looked at the empty space beside her.
Her eyes reddened again.
Sniffling, Mia threw off the covers and got up. She used a hot towel to reduce the swelling around her eyes, not wanting James to see she'd cried them swollen.
After getting herself ready, Mia opened the door and went downstairs as if nothing had happened.
Looking at the empty dining table, James, who should have been sitting there eating at this time, wasn't there.
"Mrs. Smith, you're up. I'll prepare breakfast for you right away."
"Okay."
Mia smiled with difficulty.
She didn't ask about James.
She knew in her heart that he was angry with her and deliberately left early, not wanting to see her.
Clearly knowing James didn't know the situation and this was a very normal reaction from him, her heart still felt like it was being pricked by needles.
There was grievance, there was heartache.
More than anything, there was sadness.
...
In the afternoon, after seeing the doctor, Mia heard the doctor say she was doing very well. Encouraged by the doctor, her mood improved considerably.
Returning home, it was nearly evening.
She received a call from James saying he had to work late and wouldn't be home for dinner.
Mia wanted to ask if he was avoiding her or really had to work late.
The words reached her lips but she ultimately swallowed them back.
After hanging up, the little bit of mood she'd just recovered dropped again.
At the Smith Group, James hung up the phone, got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting a cigarette.
Quietly watching outside until night fell.
Thousands of lights lit up one by one before his eyes, his gaze falling in the direction of Luxe Haven.
It used to be his haven when tired from work, but now, thinking of going back only made him more exhausted.
He raised his hand to press his head.
Feeling somewhat powerless.
Mia was pregnant; he didn't want to lose his temper with her.
But her making such a fuss over small things really made him very tired and very angry.
Thinking of Mia, James felt irritated.
He stubbed out his cigarette, turned back to his desk, and just sat down.
A rhythmic knock sounded at the door.
James didn't speak, and after a few seconds, the person opened the door themselves.
The door opened, and Amelia appeared before him with a radiant smile.