A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 212

"You're like, seven or eight years older than him. How can you say you're not old?"

Maria retorted impatiently. 'So what if I'm seven or eight years older? I just celebrated my thirtieth birthday.¹

At that point, James couldn't take it anymore. He scooped the woman into his arms and strode inside the building.

In the elevator, Maria pushed him into the corner and pressed her lips against his. "Do you remember how, last time, in the hotel, I kissed you the same way?"

He eyed Maria's red lips. He remembered the poison on her lips that day.

When the elevator doors opened, James propped her up and carried her out. "The password," he demanded, referring to the passcode lock on her door.

"I won't tell you. I'll open it myself." Maria stubbornly pushed him aside and came to the door for face recognition. Soon, they heard a click and the door was unlocked.

James was not interested in a drunkard. Once they got inside the apartment, he guided Maria to the bathroom. "Take off your clothes."

"What? Fine. Help me then. My hands are too weak," she complained, pouting.

"Maria Song!" James's expression darkened.

"Haven't you already stripped my clothes off before? Why are you pretending to be prude now? Come on!

Hurry up!" She was constantly challenging his patience. She wondered when she would finally be able to drive him off the edge.

James gave in as he undressed her and sat her in the bathtub.

He wanted to take a shower too, but he didn't have the chance. Maria looked up at her and said, "I want some red wine."

"We don't have any."

"Of course we do. The wine you bought is in the wine cabinet."

James had indeed asked someone to furnish the apartment with a wine cabinet, and they even made sure it was filled with bottles of red wine and champagne. But she had drunk so much already, he didn't want her to drink anymore. "I drank all of it," he replied flatly.

"Really? Let me check." The woman in the bathtub stood up, water sloshing out.

"Maria Song!" He was on the verge of breaking down.

Maria blinked at him blankly. "I just wanted a bottle of wine. Why are you so impatient?"

James rubbed his aching temples. 'Will it always be this difficult to deal with her when she's drunk? Is she doing this on purpose?'

Whether she was driving him mad on purpose or not, he needed to put his foot down-and the sooner, the better.

The man briskly began to untie his tie. Then he strode over and grabbed the woman’s wrist. "You want a drink, you say? Okay, I'll get it for you!"

Maria's heart skipped a beat, wondering what he was going to do. Did he plan to tie her up again? She quickly got shook him off and sat back down in the bathtub. "I don't want it anymore." 'Oh? Why are you such a coward now?' James sneered. Casually throwing the tie aside and took off his clothes.

Heavy breathes, passionate moans, and affectionate words filled the bathroom as their bodies merged into one.

When he was done, he carried her back into the bedroom.

Her long hair was dripping wet. James laid her on the bed while he fetched a hairdryer and tossed it at her.

The woman didn't move.

"Get up and dry your hair!"

The woman still didn't respond. She was exhausted, yet he still wanted her to dry her hair. Dream on!

The man stood there with his hands on his waist. Finally, he picked up the hairdryer and began to dry her hair himself.