A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 59

A small old woman was in front of the tricycle. She was wearing a shabby raincoat that barely protected her from the rain. She was pulling the tricycle with difficulty, and Maria was helping her to make it move upward.

An elderly woman and a beautiful woman in a red dress working too hard under the heavy rain resulted in a very touching scene.

Perhaps Maria had pushed the tricycle so hard just now that when it reached the upslope, she lost control of it. Before she could know it, she had already released her hold on it, and she fell to the ground kneeling.

She felt a sharp pang on her knees, and it took a long time before she could get up.

When she raised her head, she saw that the old woman was having difficulty stopping the tricycle that was going down the slope. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to stand up, throwing away her high heels, and hobbled towards the old woman. She exerted all her remaining strength to pull the tricycle to a stop.

Maria breathed a sigh of relief when the tricycle finally stayed in place. Fortunately, it was not motorized. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to catch up with it. The old woman thanked her again and again. Maria just smiled and said, "You are welcome, Granny. Please go home now. The rain is getting heavier. You might catch a cold, and it's too dangerous for you to stay outside."

Maria cared about the old woman so much because the old woman reminded her of her maternal grandmother. Her grandmother, who was born and raised in the countryside, was also a petite woman but very capable. Her grandmother did all the housework and farm work alone.

The old woman thanked Maria one last time before she turned around and left. All of a sudden, Maria seemed to have thought of something. She opened her purse, quietly caught up with the tricycle, and slid some cash into its compartment without the old woman's knowledge. She then stopped and watched the old woman and tricycle slowly disappear from her sight.

Maria then turned back to look for her high heels. It seemed that the rain wouldn't stop until the morning. When she crouched to pick up her high heels, raindrops fell on her scraped knees. But she didn't mind the pain at all.

As she stretched out her arms, the rain suddenly stopped above her head, and a pair of shiny black shoes appeared in her sight.

She withdrew her hands and looked up.

"Teaching people to fish is better than giving them a fish," said a magnetic voice that sounded so pleasing to the ears.

Maria looked back at the old woman who had already disappeared in the dark night. It seemed that James had witnessed everything.

She wanted to give him a big hug, but she was soaking all over.

Maria glanced at the Harkim that was parked not far away and curled her lips. "Who's the assistant with you right now? How can he be so irresponsible to let you get out of the car and get wet in the rain? And are you not afraid that your shoes will dirty the road washed clean by the rain?"

James stared at Maria in silence. Her long wet hair clung to her shoulders and face. The makeup on her face was ruined, and her wet red dress tightly hugged her perfect figure.

Right now, Maria was totally out of poise.

Upon hearing what she said, his face darkened. "I'll give you a chance to take back your words just now and say something pleasant to hear." James must have been hexed by Maria. He didn't even know why he got out of his car under such heavy rain. It seemed that he had been cursed by her, and he got an incurable disease that was overwhelming his heart.

As expected, Maria just turned a deaf ear to him. She picked up her high heels and said, "I don't want to repeat my words anymore. My knees are too painful for me to keep on talking." Looking up at him, she added in a pitiful voice, "James, can you take me in and treat my wounds?"

James remained motionless as he was in a dilemma. If he picked her up and took her in, she might dare to get into his bed tonight.

However, she was the reason why he got out of his car despite the heavy rain. His efforts would only come to waste if he would just leave her alone here in the end. Thus, he decided that he would take her back to the hotel where she stayed.

James turned around to leave, thinking that Maria would stand up and follow him. But when he didn't feel any movement behind him, he frowned, turned back, and snapped, "Are you not coming?"

"My knees hurt."

"So what?"

"Come here and pick me up. I'll hold the umbrella for you."

James didn't say anything.

When they were in her hotel room, Maria wiped herself with a bath towel. James was about to leave when she stopped him. "Are you not worried that I will have a fever later? I'm all alone here. If my fever gets too high, no one can take me to the hospital. Will you let me die just like that?"