A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 167 Fall Into Her Trap

Maria pursed her lips when she heard what James said. She stood up from her seat and went to the kitchen. There, she saw a tray on the countertop. It was full of small porcelain bowls with lids.

She curiously opened each bowl and found out that their contents were the same as what James was eating. So she surmised that these dishes must be for her breakfast.

Maria went back to the dining room with the tray of breakfast in her hands and deliberately sat next to James. "I'm done! And I'll have the same breakfast as yours. Don't you think I'm fast?"

"Women can't be too fast," James replied indifferently.

"Huh?" Holding the spoon in her hand, Maria raised her eyebrows and looked at him in confusion.

When James noticed her gaze, he met her eyes and explained calmly, "If women are too fast, men won't have a sense of conquest."

Maria was rendered speechless. She hadn't realized at first that he was cracking a dirty joke. Wasn't it still early morning? She choked. "Are you going to be my pilot this morning?" she then asked.

"You want me to take you to France personally? No way! " He wouldn't fall into her trap this time.

Maria snorted coldly. But since she would be taking his private plane later, she didn't intend to argue with him. "Do you want... Forget it. I don't think you're short anything."

There were too many people who wanted to buy gifts for James. She was just a nobody, and her gift shouldn't be that important.

"Yes, I do."

"What? What else don't you have?" Maria took a sip of bird's nest soup from her bowl. It was only then that she noticed that James didn't seem to have the same soup as he was drinking yam congee.

James had finished eating his breakfast, so he wiped his mouth and stood up. He then walked to her, bent over, and whispered something in her ear.

Maria almost choked on the bird's nest in her mouth upon hearing what he whispered to her. Fortunately, she didn't spit the soup out.

"Ahem!" She cleared her throat. James must have been restraining his sexual desire so hard during those days that she had her period. Otherwise, he wouldn't have kept telling her dirty jokes early in the morning.

She didn't expect that he would do such a thing.

Maria took a piece of tissue and wiped her red lips. She then turned around and looked at James, who was standing there, tidying up his clothes. With her eyes wide open, she pretended to be innocent and asked, "Should I buy it as a wedding gift for you and Alina?"

James’ hands that were tidying up his tie paused. He looked at her and changed his mind.

"Stop eating now."

"Huh? But why?"

Instead of answering her, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her up from the chair, and dragged her upstairs. "Go upstairs. There is something more delicious in my room."

Maria staggered. She was confused. She couldn't understand what was going on. However, he held her so tightly that she couldn't break free from his grip. Eventually, she was dragged by him all the

way up.

When Maria was pushed down to the king-sized bed, she immediately understood what he meant.

And what else could she do to retort? She just reminded herself to learn more dirty jokes after she returned from France. Otherwise, she could never win against James on this matter.

They only had one round of sex. But Maria was so tired that she couldn't even raise her hand.

Everytime they had sex, she always ended up like a fish in a frying pan, allowing him to fry her over and over again. And he seemed to be very patient doing it.

When James came out of the bathroom, Maria was still in bed, lying on her stomach. The flush on her face hadn't vanished yet. Her long hair was casually scattered on the pillow, and her eyes were closed, looking worn out totally.

James sat on the edge of the bed, took out a black card from his wallet, and put it on the nightstand next to him. "This card is unlimited. As long as you have the ability, you can bring back everything that shopping malls in France have."

"Don't worry. I won't fail in my mission," Maria answered lazily without opening her eyes.

James stretched out his arm and placed his big palm on her head. "The house cleaner will arrive in half an hour."

It meant that she only had half an hour to clean herself up.

"I don't have luggage with me." Since she was going shopping, she didn't bring anything with her. She would like to buy everything she needed there. She had not anticipated that something like this would happen before she could even set out. So how would she change her clothes now?

Upon hearing Maria's words, James stood up and went to his closet. He took out a bathrobe and threw it beside her. "Summer will be here soon. Go downstairs and get your clothes from her."

Maria opened her eyes and turned over. The thin quilt slipped from her body, but she didn't mind. Panting, she refused, "I don't want to. I'm too tired. Bring them upstairs for me."

The scene before his eyes was so beautiful that James' eyes darkened at once. His voice became hoarse when he spoke. "I'm going to the company."

Maria grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her. "Why didn't you say that when we were in bed just now? You just don't want to do it. All right. You go now." She then let go of his hand and turned over again, giving him a view of her beautiful back.

James had always known that Maria's back was a sight to behold.

He grabbed her waist with one hand, bent over, and whispered in her ear, "If you dare to order me again, I'll let you know what regret is." He then bit her ear gently.

Maria rubbed her ear with disgust and complained, "You've already bitten me twice today. James, are you a...?" She was about to say "dog." But she immediately swallowed the word back. "Are you a human being?"

James released her waist. "Go and take a shower."

Maria turned around again and winked at him. She stretched out her arms and acted like a spoiled child. "Take me to the bathroom."

"Maria, you—"

Before he could even finish his words, Maria glared at him and interrupted, "I am your woman right now, am I not? It's all your fault that I can only lie in here, and I don't have any strength to stand up.

But you don't want to take me to the bathroom. Don't you wish to have sex with me again!" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

James lost his tongue.

Indeed, he couldn't refuse both Maria's soft and hard tactics. In the end, he carried her in his arms and took her to the bathroom.

Standing in the bathroom, Maria watched James' receding back. She couldn't help but snicker when she remembered the unwilling but helpless expression on his face.

Ten minutes later, she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bath towel. James was still in the bedroom, talking with someone on his phone. James heard the sound behind him, so he turned around. He then raised his chin, hinting at her to look in the direction of the sofa.

She followed his gaze and saw several paper bags on the table not far away.

Maria walked over, took the clothes out, and changed in the bedroom without avoiding his stare.

The zipper of the dress was a bit long, and it was not convenient for her to pull it up by herself. So she came to James, flipped her long hair, and turned her back to him. Her purpose was very obvious.

But instead of zipping up her clothes, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her closer to him, and kissed her back.

Maria shivered. She patted his hand on her waist and reminded him in a low voice, "Hurry up."

James finally let go of her and zipped her dress up.

While Maria was fixing herself up, he was talking on the phone all the time.

When the two of them went downstairs together, the cleaner that James hired to particularly clean the villa had already arrived and was cleaning the kitchen and the dining room.

James stood in the living room and handed his tie to Maria naturally.

Maria took it. She glared at him and began to tie it around his neck.

Looking down at her, who was seriously tying his tie, he said, "Summer will fly with you to France. If you need anything, tell her at any time."

Maria stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. Meeting his eyes, she asked, "Does that mean you are monitoring me?"

James also stared at her. "Monitor you for what? Do you intend to betray me?"

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