Ignoring her pointed question, he demanded, "Why is your phone powered off?"
It had taken him a lot of effort to find her.
"Oh, it ran out of battery. I was just too lazy to charge it.
James grew quiet. A part of him knew that her answer was just a careless remark, and probably untruthful at that.
"Hey, let's go fishing!" she said out of the blue, hugging him and kissing his cheek like a spoiled child.
"Why, is there a rich man out in the water who has caught your eye?" This was the second time that she brought up fishing.
"You're right here. Why would I go looking for another rich man? I saw someone else fishing, and I felt like giving it a try."
"Maria Song, I didn't come all this way to fish. Especially not after spending several hours on the plane."
"Aw, come on. Come fishing with me, hmm? I'll make it up to you tonight."
That made him pull away from her abruptly.
"Maria Song!"
She pretended not to hear and continued. "Although it's a little chilly at the open-air balcony, the room itself is facing the mountains. It's like a secret, hidden lair. Oh! And get this, they have an open-air bath right next to the room. We simply must try it."
James quieted down and swallowed.
Maria won in the end. At least temporarily.
The fishing house was large and connected to the lake. When they arrived at the indoor fishing hall, other people were already inside.
It wasn't crowded, though. Aside from the hotel staff, only two other couples were there.
Maria pulled James to a spot next to one of the couples. They had a pretty good distance between them, but not so much that they would have to yell out in conversation.
As soon as James and Maria sat down, the other woman struck conversation. "Ms. Song? How did you manage to secure this man to keep you company?"
The newcomer was, after all, a hundred times more attractive than the man she had come with.
James occupied himself with assembling his chosen equipment. Maria glanced at him before turning back to the other woman, who must have gone through plastic surgery. "He's my husband. I doubt you can ever find another man who can match his looks and social standing."
That last part was unnecessary though, since her claim of being James' wife was enough to defeat the other woman. Unfortunately for the latter, she was in the middle of an inappropriate relationship with the man next to her.
Well, Maria technically didn't have an official relationship with James. But the other woman didn't know that, and she certainly wouldn't admit it!
'Her husband?' James felt his heart pick up its pace when he had heard her address him that way. Endearments were not a thing for them, and they sounded straight and foreign, even though they had been married before.
Maria had never addressed him as that before. The most intimate namesake she had for him was probably James.
Nevertheless, Maria had managed to make the other woman jealous; she snorted once and said nothing more.
Maria wasn't in the mood for inane pleasantries either. She linked her arm around James' and watched him.
And then something occurred to her. "Can you fish?" she asked in a low voice.
He glanced at her with a raised brow. "Cook for me tonight."
After adjusting the size of the float, he hung the bait on the hook and threw his line to the water.
Maria pouted. "What if you don't catch anything? Don't embarrass yourself for my sake."
"There's nothing I can't do,” he retorted.
"Well, are you capable of giving birth?"
James was rendered speechless for a moment. "You know I can't. But I can give you the baby to carry."
Maria pinched him. "Oh, I must definitely sleep with you tonight!" she declared.
"Why? Is it because you want to call me your husband in bed?"
"Stop being so shameless!" She had only said that to undermine the other woman earlier.
"I can be even more shameless, you know. I can show you when we get back to our room."
It was Maria's turn to gape. Couldn't he just concentrate on fishing?
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