Chapter 324


    James pov


    The girl who was sent from hell, who still had her mouth gapping open like a fish that was struggling to


    breathe, like it was taking her ages to process the fact that she had just ruined my outfit and that it was


    a very bad thing entirely to be on the receiving end of my anger. It was like everything snapped into


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    ces for her in the next second because she was scrambling to her feet and hurrying towards me,


    with eyes widened like saucers.


    She barely nced up at me and instead went straight to my ruined inner shirt and then she began –


    she began to scrub her hands which I noticed were trembling, against my inner shirt. A part of hands


    that was covered in dirt and also – blood?


    She was only making matters worse, my burnt brown inner white shirt was now w dirt brown and coffee


    brown, along with different smear of blood seeing as she kept on scrubbing at the shirt, like even if her


    hands were clean, it was going to be possible to get to coffee stains out of it that way.


    I was angry beyond imagination and the fact that it seems like she still hadn’t noticed that she was only


    making matters worse for my already ruined outfit, only made me angrier. And that was when I realized


    that she was speaking quietly about how sorry she was for ruining my shirt.


    As if any apology in this world was going to be enough of an apology.


    “Enough.” I muttered around a scowl. The fact that she was trembling like a leaf when it wasn’t like she


    she was being hit or something, was only getting me more irritated. I had zero time for stuff like this,


    and I hated that something like this was happening to me today of all days.


    “I said enough.” I spoke up once again, a little louder this time. She nced up at me this time as her


    hands froze on my chest and stomach, and that was when I noticed that she was also crying. Why the


    fuck would she be crying in a situation like this? I’m the distressed one here and not her for heaven’s


    sake.


    I scowled darkly at her in irritated and tried not to stare st the tears continuously sliding down her


    cheeks, and then I made to speak once again.


    “Are you freaking dumb as well as being clumsy as hell? I said to let go of my shirt.” I said loudly and


    faintly noticed that I was already attracting a little bit of unwanted attention and crowd, which was just


    great. Very great and fantastic.


    She jolted a little and to my outrage, went right back to scrubbing her hand over my shirt as more tears


    slide down her cheeks, as she spoke quietly but I was able to make out the words well. “I-I’m so sorry


    for ruining your shirt, so, so sorry, let me just clean…”


    I had no idea of how or when my anger got to this particr moment, but the next thing I knew was that


    I was thundering at her to let go off my shirt just as I wrenched it out of her hand. And it was as if


    something had happened which I wasn’t aware of, seeing as I had been staring at her throughout and


    was supposed to have known it something – anything had happened.


    What happened next had been so unexpected that it hadpletely caught me off guard. One moment


    I was thundering at her to let go of my shirt in a loud and angry voice, and in the next moment, she was


    staring at me wide eyed for a fleeting moment – before she was copsing into a faint.


    I was still yet to grasp how that was even possible, because it wasn’t like I had hit her or even shove


    her angrily – God forbid I do any of that to a woman.


    I had thankfully moved fast and had been able to catch her in my arms right before she had hit the


    grounds, and I stood there, feeling angry as hell, confused and perplexed, with aplete stranger in


    my arms who had fainted for reasons I had no idea of.


    A part of me thought of this stranger being one of those overdramstic people that could fake a faint, but


    her head only wobbled around when I tried to shake her awake and even threatened to drop her in the


    puddle of coffee still on the floor where I was still standing in, but she didn’t rouse, proving that she had


    indeed fainted.


    I nced around me and watched as people who had been previously standing around scrambled


    away like they hadn’t just be recording all that had taken ce with their eyes and brains.


    I nced around for another moment and stared back at the stranger in my arms, just as I heard a


    voice behind me that proved that it was one of the people working here. I asked if she knew who the


    stranger that was still in my arms was, and the person responded with a no, which left me with two


    options.


    To either leave her hear in the arms of the workers here, or to take her to the hospital like I knew was


    the right thing to do here – coupled with the fact that there are currently onlookers, and it won’t be cool


    if I left the stranger here and appear like a monsters to the onlookers – which I most definitely wasn’t.


    With an irritated sigh leaving my mouth and a permanent scowl marring my face, I reassured the waiter


    I was going to be taking her to the hospital. The waiter apologized on the stranger’s behalf and offered


    to make my another coffee on the house, but I declined it because I was beyond pissed and in no


    mood for a coffee any longer.


    With another sigh leaving my mouth, I turned around and existed the coffee shop, with the stranger still


    cradled in my arms.


    My day has officially been ruined and the meeting I had spent months getting readied, was definitely no


    longer going to hold today.


    Fuck my life.