Chapter 827


    Finally recognizing Esther''s worth, Mobius realized the gravity of his actions. He wouldn''t me


    Esther for not forgiving him.


    "Do you think James would treat her right?" Mobius wondered aloud.


    Richard thought back to his encounter with James and nodded. "I believe he cares for Esther


    deeply."


    "You know him?" Mobius asked, feeling a pang of curiosity. Why did everyone seem to know James


    except him?


    "I met him once, and he seemed very protective of Esther."


    There were only a few who dared to oppose Mobius in Enswood. However, this neer from


    abroad didn''t seem to show him any deference, likely due to his strong connections. Mobius


    resolved to investigate this James further.


    "I feel so lost without Esther. I really love her..." Mobius confessed, his usual confidence faltering in


    the face of rejection.


    "I know, but it''s time to move forward," Richard advised gently.


    Mobius''s heart ached. "Why are you saying the same things as Pearl? Weren''t you two together


    before this?"


    Richard''s grip tightened on the steering wheel at Mobius''s words.


    "I understand your pain now. You must have been devastated after breaking up with Pearl too,"


    Mobius observed.


    Richard''s gaze turned icy. "It''s not the same."


    "Why not? We both lost the women we loved and didn''t get forgiveness. Pearl treats you like a


    stranger… But now you''re moving on. I heard you''re marrying Winona next month?"


    Richard had enough and pulled over, his re piercing. "If you say one more word, I''m going to kick


    you out."


    Mobius felt helpless. "I''ve been dumped, and you''re treating me this way?"


    Richard looked away, his jaw clenched. He didn''t want to admit that he knew this man.


    *


    The next morning, Esther woke up to find a man beside her.


    Hey on his side, propped up on his hand. Had she not been fully clothed, she might have


    assumed something untoward had happened between them.


    "Why are you in my bed?" Esther hid under the nket.


    "This is actually my bed," James replied casually.


    Esther felt the nket in her hand and noticed it was softer than the one she had. "But why am I


    here? Did you do something to me? Why did you bring me here?"


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    "Why do you have so many questions?" James teased, his tone yful.


    Blushing furiously, Esther retreated further under the covers. "Just tell me why I''m here," she


    pleaded, poking her head out cautiously.


    "I honestly don''t know. You insisted oning here and wouldn''t let go of me," James exined


    with a resigned sigh.


    "You''re lying. Why would I do that?" Esther countered skeptically. "I know myself. When I''m drunk, I


    just pass out. Why would I ask toe here?"