After some slight pondering, she agreed.
James took her to the balcony, and the waiter served them two glasses of red wine.
Amelia was not allowed to drink, but the two of them being alone with each other was awkward and suffocating.
All she could do was hold onto the wine glass, lower her head, and sip the red wine to get through the heavy period.
Seeing her take several sips of wine, James stretched out to grab the wine glass from her.
"You've undergone a major operation, so drink less."
He placed the glass on the bar next to him, sizing Amelia up with his head tilted.
The dim light shone on her tiny face, making her fair skin and delicate features look even more perfect than it was.
His gaze slowly glided down. The wanton short hair stuck to her fair neck, and further down was the chest he was immersed and addicted to countless times.
With just a glance at it, he could feel the blood in his body boiling. For fear that he would lose control of himself, he rapidly averted his gaze.
He picked up the wine glass, took a sip and looked ahead, asking out of concern for Amelia standing beside him.
"Have you started working?"
Amelia gave a slight hum as response before raising her restless pair of hands to trace the edge of the bar.
Once again, James turned his head to the side to look at her back.
Seeing the exposed skin and horrifying scars, distress appeared from the fundus of his eyes.
He stretched out his slender fingers, intending to stroke the scars that were left after she took on the acid for him, but then remembered that she was married.
His hand froze in mid-air, warning himself over and over again in his heart that he was no longer qualified to touch her.
His fingers gradually curled into a first with his nails piercing his palm. It was only after a while that he asked with concern, "You have just recovered from your injury, why don't you get a break?"
Amelia lowered her head, clasped the bar, and answered his words.
"Before my sister passed away, she left some projects behind, and the progress was relatively fast."
James nodded lightly. Seeing that she was not wearing a wedding ring on her ring finger, he couldn't help asking, "How's everything going... with him?"
Amelia was stunned for a few seconds before a calm smile spread across her face.
"Everything's going fine..."
With Jessica by his side, it was better for her not to tell him about her affairs, so as not to affect his new life.
When James saw the happy smile on her face, the heart-piercing pain strangled his limbs, making it difficult for him to breathe.
She married the boy she loved most when she was young. It was only normal that she was leading a happy married life, but why was he feeling so uncomfortable...
He gripped the wine glass tightly in hand, his blood cold. He couldn't wait to leave the suffocating place, but he couldn't bear to part with her.
Amelia glanced at James who threw his head back and chugged down the wine, she subconsciously swallowed seeing his bobbing Adam's apple...
The dryness in her mouth set her entire body on fire while her tiny hands went uncontrollably reaching out to touch his sexy Adam's apple.
Coming into contact with the cool skin, the hot sensation subsided a little and it urged her to touch him more...
She let go of the other hand that was holding the edge of the bar to snake both her hands along James' neck and cheeks.
The fair hands even slid all the way down into his shirt...
James' tall and straight body was stunned in place.
A pair of dark and deep eyes stared closely at the little woman with a flushed face in front of him.
"You..."
Before he could get another word out, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips actively. In impetus, her passionate kisses came raining onto him.
When James touched her hot red lips, his heart trembled, and at the same time, he could sense something wrong with her.
With a cold gaze, his attention turned to the red wine she had just drunk before his expression grew gloomy.
He wanted to push Amelia away, but she hugged him tightly, wrapping her petite body tightly around him...
Amelia's mind at the moment was full of the scene of when James had once hugged her on the sofa and done it with her..
She obviously didn't want to think about it, but for some reason, she couldn't control her thoughts and body at all...
She grabbed his collar, stood on tiptoe, and leaned to his car, biting his earlobe as she said, "I... I want you."
When the tingling sensation like an electric current struck him, a boiling burst of lust instantly surged in his lower abdomen.
James trembled all over and subconsciously reached out to push her waist against the balcony. He wanted her badly.
She was the woman he hadn't touched for more than three years. She could easily get him to lose control with just one look, let alone her asking for him.
Yet, she was married, and her saying such words while biting his earlobe was a result of her being framed to drink what she
shouldn't have.
But... The scorching breath and kiss next to his ear numbed him all over. Within a few seconds, his reasoning was instantly controlled by desire.
He raised his slender fingers to clasp her waist, half-embracing her petite body to lean her against the bar.
The other hand was clutched at the back of her head as he lowered his to suck on her lips, desperately kissing her...
Amelia's consciousness was blurred, nor could she see clearly who the person in front of her was. All she could feel was the source of water approaching her, so she could no longer hold herself back from sucking on it...
She responded so enthusiastically, never once before. When James could no longer control himself, he let go of her waist...
He wanted her so much, but the last bit of rationality told him that he should never take advantage of her in such a situation.
James hugged her tightly and tilted his head to give her a deep kiss before forcing himself to push her away in pain...
Amelia, who was pushed away, raised her moist and unfocused eyes to flash him a pitiful look.
"I'm suffering, help me..."
James bent over and picked up the petite girl, softly whispering in her cars, "Amelia, behave, I'll take you to the hospital."
When Amelia approached him, and as uncontrollably as before, hooked his neck to eagerly suck on it...
James put his arm around her and buried her head into his neck, allowing her to do as she wished as he sped up on his way
out.
Ryder, who had just come to the balcony in search of Skender, was shocked when he saw James carrying her out in his arms.
Seeing that James didn't take advantage of her, however, he thought James was not interested in Skender, so he braced himself to walk toward them.
"Mr. Evans."
He stopped James and offered himself.
"Ms. Clark's companion is drunk, and he requested my help in sending Ms. Clark back. Mr. Evans, please leave her to me."
Hearing so, James' icy eyes burst with gloomy and stern frost.
"You spiked her?"
Ryder was stunned for a moment before he saw the woman in James' arms restlessly tearing his clothes.
It kicked in in such a short period. No wonder James found out, but of course, he could never admit to such a thing.
"Mr. Evans, I don't understand what you're talking about, please leave..."
Halfway through Ryder saying "Please leave her to me", he was kicked to the ground by James.
Before he had time to get back up, a slender thigh stepped on his back hard.
The force was so great that his thoracic spine and ribs were under great pressure, and he almost died of suffocation.
Yet, the man wouldn't let him go. The heavy leather boots moved in the direction of the ribs, as if exhausting all his strength, crushing his ribs to the point of fracture. It was so cruel that Ryder screamed out in pain...
"Ah!!!"
The bodyguard brought by James hurried over hearing the screams coming from the direction of the balcony.
James kicked Ryder, squirming in pain, up to them and ordered in a cold voice. "Take him to the suburbs and end him!"
If James didn't come that night, Amelia would fall into Ryder's hands. Thinking that she was almost taken advantage of by such an old man. James was furious!
James could give Amelia up to Ryan but could never tolerate other men coveting her or taking a look at her!
Hearing that James was going to shoot him, Ryder was trembling with fright, and at the same time, he roared angrily, "What right do you have to shoot me?!"
James hugged Amelia as if he didn't hear Ryder's words, quickly left the terrace, passed through the banquet hall, and got into a luxury limousine.
After putting Amelia into the spacious back seat, James raised his eyes and glanced coldly at the driver.
"Put down the divider!"
The driver was startled by James' eyes and hurriedly put down the privacy divider tremblingly.
With his sight blocked, the driver heard James' order.
"Get to the hospital in ten minutes!"
The driver hurriedly agreed and drove the car to the nearest hospital.
When Neil came after them, all he saw was the puff of the exhaust left by the luxury car. Immediately, he stopped a car and followed them.
In the back seat, James laid Amelia on one side, not daring to approach her, but she groped and leaned towards him.
Her body was limp as she straddled his thighs. Hooking her arms around his neck, she couldn't help touching it for its coolness.
James raised his head and leaned against the headrest of the back seat, looking at the woman in front of him whose face was abnormally red. His sexy Adam's apple bobbed again.
Amelia was feeling hot. Sticking her face to his was not enough to suppress the heat in her body. More than feeling hot, she wanted his touch.
She couldn't help it and inserted her hands into his thick hair, held his head, and lowered her head to kiss him eagerly...
James clasped her chin, staring at those half-open eyes, and asked her, "Do you know who I am?"
Amelia, who had completely lost her rationale, was dissatisfied with him pushing her away. She pouted and shook her head angrily.
James sighed softly, raised his hand, and pulled some wet wipes to wipe her checks.
When coming into contact with something cooler than his face, Amelia rubbed desperately against the wet wipe in his hand as if she had grasped the secret recipe to quench her thirst.
Every time she did it, she wiggled her body. That scene reminded James of the scene where he let her do the job when they did it.
His eyes were stained scarlet. He raised his hand and couldn't help caressing her back and pulled her into his arms.
He clung to her car and whispered, "Amelia, how good it would be if I hadn't terminated that agreement three years ago..."
Else, he could do those things to her right then, and she wouldn't have gone through that tragic past...
Amelia didn't know what he was talking about at all. Her soft hand landed on his abdominal muscles and slowly moved down until she grabbed his member.
James' body froze, and the hot touch made him numb all over, but he endured it, not daring to break the last bottom line.
He was afraid that when she woke up and found out it was him, she would regret it...
When Amelia was about to be tortured to death by that uncomfortable feeling, the car finally stopped at the hospital
entrance.
James wrapped his suit jacket around her body to cover her exposed skin, picked her up, and walked quickly inside.
When the director of the hospital heard that it was James, he quickly put on his white coat and went to see James himself.
Although Amelia's condition did not require any medicine or any doctor being involved, James was the major shareholder behind the hospital, so the director had to attend to it.
The director gave Amelia a few injections, and she no longer felt so uncomfortable. But she was extremely tired and gradually fell into a deep slumber.
The director fetched an ice pack, intending to physically cool the patient down, but before his hands touched Amelia's face, James snatched the ice pack from his hand.
James said in a cold voice, "Get out."
Seeing this, the director immediately understood that this was James' woman.
But since Amelia was James' woman, James could have relieved her without medicine. Why did he send her to the hospital?
The director couldn't figure it out and didn't dare to ask more questions.
He told James, "If the patient has any complications, you can come to me."
Then he turned around and walked out.
Sitting in front of the hospital bed, James used an ice pack to cool Amelia down.
Her hot and rosy body gradually returned to normal.
He put down the ice pack, raised his bony fingers, and touched her cheek.
Noticing that her face was not so hot anymore, he relaxed, and his thick eyebrows were no longer furrowed.
He held her hand, quietly staring at her tiny face with nostalgia and tenderness for the woman he couldn't have.
Time passed by, and night turned into day. The person lying on the hospital bed frowned and slowly opened her eyes.
What came into view was a well defined face and those breathtaking eyes were staring at her motionlessly.
Amelia subconsciously lowered her eyelashes to avoid making eye contact with him, but the image of her actively kissing him suddenly appeared in her mind.
Her heart trembled, and then she remembered that her body had gone wrong after drinking a few sips of wine, and then...
She quietly looked at James, only to find the hickeys on his neck.
She was the one who kissed him and she did some outrageous things to him. She even touched his crotch...
Thinking of this, Amelia blushed, so embarrassed that she got up and wanted to leave. But James pushed her down to the hospital bed.
"You drank something, and you haven't fully recovered yet. You need to stay in the hospital and be observed for a while."
Hearing his words, Amelia realized that she was at the hospital.
In other words, he sent her to the hospital, and nothing happened between them...
Amelia was deeply relieved when she realized that nothing had happened.
Seeing the relaxed expression on her face, James frowned.
"Are you glad I didn't touch you?"
Amelia was already ashamed, and him saying it out loud embarrassed her even more.
She was angry and lowered her head, unwilling to look at him again, but her chin was lifted by his slender fingers.
He bent down slightly and leaned in front of her, his good-looking eyes were fixed on the red lips that were swollen from his kiss.
He lowered his voice, and whispered in her ear, "What if I couldn't hold back last night and did it with you?"
His breath was warm. Amelia felt uncomfortable and wanted to turn away, but he pinched her chin and refused to let go.
Amelia was forced to look at him.
"I don't know."
She took the initiative. If he couldn't hold back and wanted her, it seemed that he couldn't be blamed.
But it would be awkward for two separated people to have a one-night stand, right?
James thought she would say that she would never forgive him, but he didn't expect it to be a sentence of ignorance.
After a few seconds of astonishment, he let go of his fingers, hooking her chin and turned to touch her swollen red lips.
"Although we didn't do anything, it's a fact that we kissed passionately. What are you going to do?"
Amelia's face turned even redder when she was pressed like this.
She regretted being tempted by Jenny and went to the dinner party last night.
This situation did not allow Ryder to succeed, but instead made her entangled with James again.
How could it be a coincidence for two people to meet again and again?
Was it fate or karma?
When Amelia was letting her thoughts run wild, James pressed her red lips with his fingertips. "Answer me."
His tone was seductive, which made Amelia, who thought he was calm, panicked.
The slender eyelashes drooped down to cover those flustered eyes, and she asked softly, "What do you want?"