A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 132 Moon Cakes

Seeing James was about close in for a kiss, Maria resisted the impulse to close her eyes and kiss him back. She turned her head and said, "I'm Lawrence's girlfriend now. This is so not cool! Mr. Xi, please don't touch me again! I'm loyal to Lawrence!"

'Loyal to Lawrence? Screw her!' His hot breath moistened her face. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You don't love him. Stop playing these games! If you hurt him, I swear I'll—"

Maria suddenly laughed, cutting him off. "You don't want me to hurt him? So should I hurt you instead? But did you give me a chance? Are you willing to?" 'You son of bitch!' she thought to herself.

"I don't want you to hurt anyone! I won't let you!" he threatened.

He wouldn't let her get what she wanted. The woman wanted to hurt him? Keep dreaming.

Maria raised her hand and shook it in front of him. She asked again, "Do you think my hand is good looking enough?

You'd look good with my handprint on your face!" © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

James grasped her wrist and warned her fiercely, "Hit me again, I'll chop it off!"

"You touch me again, and I'll chop off your hard member!"

After saying that, the woman broke free from his grip, spun on her heel, and left, ignoring his livid face. Maria tidied her clothes and went back to the living room as if nothing had happened.

The two elders were still chatting in the living room. When they saw her coming out, they instinctively looked past her. James couldn't be far behind.

James followed her out, and he didn't look happy at all.

Seeing that, Augustine shook his head helplessly. Although he didn't know anything about the discussion those two had, he could tell it didn't go well.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening. Maria bid the elders farewell.

Augustine stared at his grandson. James had been reticent since he fought with Maria. The old man said, "Goodbye Maria. Goodbye, James." He stressed that final goodbye. It was a sign he wanted James to leave as well. He was still angry at James. And why not? He failed to protect his own son!

James quietly stood up from the sofa, put on his shoes, and followed Maria out of the villa.

There were two cars in the parking garage, a white BMW and a black limited edition Bentley Mulsanne.

Maria had come to the villa first. When she drove in, there were no other cars around, so she just parked it wherever.

The driver of the Bentley Mulsanne was careful and precise. He managed to squeeze in beside her BMW.

The two elders watched them get in their cars and bade them farewell before returning to the villa.

Maria got in the BMW and started the engine.

James' car was too close to hers. If she wanted to drive off, she had to do so carefully. She wasn't that good a driver, and it was difficult for her to park the car in the garage.

The Bentley Mulsanne didn't move at all, so Maria had to move her car forward first and then throw it in reverse to avoid clipping his car. She moved forward, right, backward... Bang!

Maria miscalculated the angle and she smacked right into the Bentley.

Thanks to the dim light, Maria couldn't see James' expression. She could imagine it, though. His car was much more expensive than hers.

He didn't get out of the car and neither did she.

She kept moving the car. Two minutes later, she was still trying to leave the parking space.

The tragedy happened again. Maria mistook the accelerator for the brake. Her car hit the Bentley Mulsanne again.

Maria was getting more and more flustered. This was annoying.

Finally, she unfastened her seat belt, emerged from the BMW, and knocked on the window of the Bentley.

The man in the car was smoking. Seeing her impatient expression, he sneered, "Are you through destroying my car yet?"

"You're the better driver. Can't you leave first?" Maria asked. She wondered why he had to wait for her to drive away first. Was he doing that on purpose?

James exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked in the rearview mirror. "I want to leave, but you are in the way."

Maria looked and found he was telling the truth. She spent so much time but she didn't reverse the car at all. All that time trying to reorient the car, and all she succeeded in doing was blocking his way out.

Realizing she was in the wrong, she tried to fix it. "Could you back the car out for me?" she whispered.

Much to her surprise, James answered, "No, I can't. It would look inappropriate. Why don't you call Lawrence?"

Maria glared at him. 'Son of bitch!' she swore at him again. Maria was about to blow up. She kicked the tire of the Bentley Mulsanne. "So yes or no?"

"No."

"Nice. You're a real human being!" Maria suddenly turned around and yelled towards the villa. "Grandpa, Grandma!"

"Fine, I'll back the car out!" The calm man was efficient and quick. No sooner had he finished speaking than he was already out of the car, cigarette between his cold lips.

Maria did not bother disguising her glee.

After casting her an icy glare, James got in her BMW and drove the car to the villa gate in a few seconds.

The woman was stunned by his skills. He did what she failed to do, and in record time.

So why didn't he just drive off first? He was waiting for her to hit him. He knew it would happen. Probably so he could charge her for repairs.

Under the woman's suspicious gaze, James went back to his own car, started the engine and left the villa.

On the second floor of the villa, Charlotte moved to the window and looked at the two cars at the gate of the villa. "Someone was yelling, Augustine," she said with uncertainty.

"No. You must be hearing things." Of course Augustine heard it as well. It was late at night, and Maria's voice carried.

It was none of their business. Instead of meddling in the young couple's matters, they should just pretend they hadn't heard a thing.

"Really?" Charlotte asked doubtfully. Did she hear imaginary voices, then?

The two cars drove into town one by one.

When they almost arrived at the hotel where Maria stayed, the Bentley Mulsanne, which had been following the BMW all the time, sped up and rode side by side with the BMW.

In the end, the Bentley passed Maria's BMW and stopped in front of it, blocking her way.

James got out of the car and knocked on her window. He had forgotten to give Maria the moon cakes he got for her.

Maria pressed the button and the window automatically rolled down. She was confused. "Why did you force me to stop? I'm going to see Lawrence. Get out of my way!"

"This late? Why?" James asked.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I'm bringing him some moon cakes. Take your car to the body shop. Get an estimate and send the bill to the cafe. See you!" Finishing her words, Maria closed the window decisively, turned the steering wheel, and left.

James was speechless, left behind, watching the car's recede in the distance. Two minutes later, he grabbed the gift box with the custom-made moon cakes from the back seat, and tossed the box in a nearby trash can.

James laughed at himself inwardly. What possessed him to get her some moon cakes?

Maria didn't have any moon cakes for Lawrence. He had tons of friends, and he'd probably have too many moon cakes to eat in one sitting.

She just said that just to piss off James.

She didn't know whether James was angry or not. Anyway, it felt really good to leave him behind without giving him a chance to speak.

In the Tang family, the family dinner for the festival was finished.

After dinner, Alina went upstairs with her phone.

She went back to her bedroom and dialed a number. Her voice was sweet and polite when she spoke. "Hi, Aunt Judy, am I interrupting?"

"Not at all. I'm shopping with Sebastian. What's up, Alina?"

"It's the Mid-Autumn Festival today. Aunt Judy, did you and Uncle Sebastian eat moon cakes tonight?"

Judy answered with a slight smile, "Yes, we have. Both James and Cooper sent some to us."

Parents were like people who planted trees. Eventually, the trees grew enough to provide you shade. Judy was extremely happy with the trees she planted.

Sebastian divorced James' biological mother when James was quite young. When Judy married Sebastian, the two boys were less than ten years old.