Chapter 73: Use Schemes to Trick Him
"Hey!"
Bianca was eagerly waiting for James.
After what felt like an eternity, he finally called. She answered quickly, "James, are you here?"
James was sitting in the police station, feeling completely speechless.
After a long pause, Bianca sensed something was wrong.
She furrowed her brow and cautiously said, "James, if you're busy, don't worry about me. It's okay if you can't make it."
James felt a slight relief in his heart.
His voice was hoarse as he spoke, "Sorry, I'm at the police station right now. I need you to come down here and bail me out, and bring a lawyer with you. I don't want anyone else to know about this, okay Bianca?"
Bianca was stunned.
She never expected this outcome.
She had a hunch it might be related to Emily.
However, he had chosen to call her, which showed he trusted her to some extent.
From James's voice, she could tell he was feeling defeated and vulnerable.
In this moment of fragility, Bianca's heart stirred, and she quickly reassured him, "James, don't worry. I won't tell anyone about this. I'll contact a lawyer and come to get you right away."
"Thanks, Bianca. You always understand."
James thanked her sincerely.
Bianca was now certain that this matter involved Emily.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken in such a comparative tone.
Thinking about how James had promised to come and handle things, but ended up dealing with Emily's issues, a flash of resentment crossed Bianca's eyes. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
She didn't seem to notice the pain, but her expression became more determined.
She quickly contacted a lawyer and headed to the police station.
An hour later.
Bianca picked up James and they got into the car to head back.
Her heart felt cold.
She had been so worried about James all this time, yet he still spent effort on that old place.
James was such a fool!
What was there to cherish about that place?
How could she be any less than Emily, who only knew how to live a miserable life?
Her face was exceptionally gentle and considerate, "James, Emily really went too far with this. She's probably trying to get your attention in an extreme way. I'll talk to her later. For now, let's just let things cool down, okay?"
James leaned back in his seat, rubbing his forehead, seemingly too tired to respond.
Bianca's cool fingers gently touched his forehead.
The cool sensation made James open his eyes and meet Bianca's gentle gaze. He was about to sit up straight.
Bianca smiled softly, "James, I know you're troubled and have a headache. Don't move, let me massage it for you."
The cool touch and gentle massage indeed eased his headache.
James relaxed again, his frustration dissipating somewhat.
"If Emily could be half as gentle as you, we wouldn't be in this mess," James murmured.
It's not like the old days when they were scavenging like desperate animals, fighting for survival.
Bianca's hand paused for a moment, then continued.
Her voice was soft, "James, you shouldn't say that in front of Emily. She has her own personality. If she hears it, she'll probably hate me even more. By the way, I figured you wouldn't want to go back today, so I booked a hotel suite for you to relax."
James felt that Bianca was incredibly considerate.
He didn't refuse her kindness.
Soon, they arrived at the hotel. Bianca personally got the room key and escorted him to his room.
After James took a shower, Bianca knocked on his door again.
James, wrapped in a bathrobe with wet hair, opened the door.
At that moment, Bianca raised the bottle of wine in her hand, along with the room service cart and waiter behind her.
She smiled at him, "James, I think you might need this right now. Can I come in?"
James's heart warmed at her smile.
He couldn't deny that she had touched his heart, and he let her in almost instinctively.
Then, Bianca stayed with James, drinking together.
Already in a bad mood, and with Bianca repeatedly urging him to drink, James soon became drunk.
Bianca, who shared some resemblance to Emily, blurred in James's eyes.
He grabbed Bianca's hand and accused, "Emily, you weren't like this before. Why have you changed? Can't you learn from Bianca? You're not the same Emily who scavenged for trash, why can't you change those habits? You're embarrassing yourself, and me too!"
Bianca's eyes flashed.
She didn't expect James to think this way.
Tears welled up in her eyes, "James, you're hurting me."
James immediately let go, "I'm sorry, Emily. I didn't mean to."
Bianca swiftly grabbed his hand, "James, I don't blame you. Don't leave!"
She leaned into his arms.
Soft and fragrant.
The drunken James felt his body heat up.
Their breaths began to intertwine.
The next morning.
James was awakened by a scream.
He opened his eyes to see Bianca's naked skin. He quickly turned his head and closed his eyes, "I'm sorry..."
Seeing James's reaction, Bianca knew he didn't remember what happened last night.
She quickly got out of bed and dressed.
The rustling sounds helped James gradually recall.
Now, he realized what had happened last night. Memories from the night started to flood his mind.
James's face turned grim.
He... had mistaken Bianca for Emily. What would he do if Emily found out?
Caught in a moral struggle, James didn't notice the flash of resentment in Bianca's eyes.
Then, sobs filled the room.
James was at a loss, "Bianca, I'm sorry. Last night I was an idiot, I drank too much..."
"James, don't say anything. I understand. I'm sorry, I just couldn't control myself. It was my first time... I don't blame you. I understand your feelings. Don't worry, once we leave this room, we'll act like nothing happened. I won't let Emily find out."
Bianca wiped her tears, but they kept falling.
Bianca's acting skills were good enough to win an Oscar; she could cry on command.
The more she cried, the more guilty James felt.
But he still had feelings for Emily.
So he was deeply conflicted, trying to comfort her while saying, "Bianca, thank you for understanding. I'll make it up to you, and no one will know. You're still a good person!"
Bianca cried, knowing James didn't want to take responsibility. A cold glint flashed in her eyes.
However, having him in her grasp meant he wouldn't easily escape her control.
Bianca played the victim, "James, I don't want anything. I have a competition to attend."
She grabbed her bag and ran out.
But after the exhaustion from last night, her legs gave way and she almost fell to the ground.