A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 331

"Let's go home now and have hotpot again next time," James said, not even bothering to glance at the untouched food.

"Wasting food is a big crime, and you'll be struck by lightning, you know?” Maria asked, shifting away from him.

"I'm not afraid of death."

"But I am. If I'm dead, I won't be able to see you again." She gave him a pitiful doe-eyed look.

Looking at her indifferently, he asked, "What are your plans after this?"

Maria shrugged. "After finishing the hotpot, I'll go with you wherever you take me."

Satisfied by her answer, James sunk back into his seat and continued eating. The two of them peacefully finished the remaining food.

When they got back to his villa, the first thing James did was to take a shower. He couldn't stand the smell of greasy food on him for even a second.

Maria didn't want to go to bed smelling like hotpot either, so she went to the guest room to take a shower.

Once she was done, she walked back into James' bedroom, wrapped only in a bath towel.

The moment James saw her, he pulled her onto the bed and kissed her hard on the lips.

He was about to unwrap the towel around her when his phone vibrated on the night table.

Maria opened her eyes and nudged her nose against his. "You're getting a call," she said softly.

He didn't want to bother with it at all, but she pulled away from his embrace and grabbed the phone. "Come on, answer it. It's your grandfather."

It was already late in the night. Augustine wouldn't call them at such a late hour unless there was something wrong.

With a frown, James took the phone and said in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa."

"James, Bob is having a fever. Dr. Yang said that he needs to be taken to the hospital. Are you free now? Come and take him to the hospital!" Even through the receiver, Augustine's voice was loud and clear in the quiet night.

As soon as Maria heard that Bob had a fever, her breath tightened, and the passion that James had stirred up in her just now vanished into thin air.

James closed his eyes for a while and took a deep breath, as if trying not to get annoyed. "I'm not free right now. I'll ask the driver to take the baby to the hospital."

Augustine seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying, "Okay."

But Maria immediately grabbed the phone and spoke hurriedly into it, pushing James away. "Grandpa, I'll come right now. Wait for me."

James was shocked at her agitated behavior. The baby was just having a fever. Wasn't she overreacting?

"Oh, Maria, are you with James?" Augustine asked.

"Yes, Grandpa. I'm on my way now."

"Sure."

Hanging up the call, Maria threw the phone onto the bed, glared at James, and snapped, "Bob is having a fever! Why are you acting like it doesn't concern you at all? How can you leave it up to your grandparents to take care of him? Even if he's not your child, he is still a helpless baby who deserves care and attention!"

She felt aggrieved on behalf of the poor baby. Why did he have such a cold-hearted father?

Without waiting for him to respond, she got up and stormed into the closet.

Feeling upset, James climbed out of bed as well and followed her into the closet.

Maria was putting on her clothes when he grabbed her wrist and said, "I didn't say that it didn't concern me. I told Grandpa that I'd ask the driver to take Bob to the hospital first. We can go there directly later."

She paused in the middle of putting on her blouse and glared at him. "Who do you think will carry him to the hospital? Tami is not young. How can she go back and forth to register for treatment with the child in her arms?" She irritably shook off his hand and resumed putting on her clothes.

"Why are you angry with me?"

James blinked at her innocently, with a trace of grievance in his eyes. Maria felt like shouting at him that Bob was their son. How could she not be angry after seeing how little he cared about the baby? "Why aren't you getting dressed? Put on your clothes so that we can go get Bob!" she yelled instead, walking out of the closet to brush her hair.

James pressed his lips into a thin line, frustrated by her constant demands.