I Only Want You novel Chapter 128

Elizabeth was already guilty and embarrassed enough today. How could she dare to disobey his order?

Although she didn't know what he was going to do, she had to sit in the car and wait.

He rushed into the house, and in less than a minute, he ran toward her with something in his hand.

When he got closer, she saw clearly that he was holding a thin blanket. In an instant, she understood — he was afraid that she might be embarrassed when noticed by others, so he ran home and brought back something to cover her.

For a moment, she was so touched, besides awkward.

James came to the front passenger seat and opened the door. Looking at her who was still sitting upright, he pouted his lips at her, "Ahem... Let's get off."

Elizabeth looked at the thin blanket in his hand. "Give me the blanket, I..."

"Get off the car first!"

"Oh, ok."

She bit her lip and took a deep breath. Then she endured the wetness of her private part and carefully went down.

When she just stood firm, he shook the thin blanket in his hand and wrapped her in. The blanket was wide enough to be wrapped from her shoulders in such a way that she would no longer feel ashamed to stand in front of him.

Before she lifted her feet to walk, James in front of her leaned down slightly, picked her up horizontally, turned around and closed the door with one foot, and then walked toward the villa.

Elizabeth's heart trembled. "I... I can go by myself..."

"Shut up!"

"..." In the end, she did not say anything else. She just bit her lower lip and tried her best to hold back the strange excitement in her heart.

He went into the room and went upstairs.

James carried her straight to the door of her room, where he dropped her. He straightened up and turned around immediately the moment he dropped her down as if to avoid awkwardness on both sides. "I'll lock the car," said James.

"Oh."

She stood there in a daze until his figure disappeared at the entrance of the stairs and, with a melancholy and irritable slap on her forehead, she slid into the room.

Standing in front of the washstand, Elizabeth, who had just dealt with the small trouble and changed into a new home suit, looked at herself in the mirror listlessly. Her small face sagging and she could not be happy.

Why did she have to run into James every time when she was in the most embarrassing situation?

She felt depressed at the thought of what he had said when he had just carried her. After the accident today, it would be hard to maintain her position as his friend, let alone her fantasy of...

While she was tortured by those thoughts, she heard a knock on the door of the room.

She panicked. She really didn't want to see James now! She couldn't help thinking about her embarrassment.

But she had to open the door. James was kind enough to help her. How come that she could refuse to open the door, right?