Chapter 208 A Fierce Woman
When she heard James’ question, Maria walked over to him and pulled him aside. He was the type
of person to throw money at his problems. She realized this from how he had dealt with the family
that time she got into a car ident.
Maria red at the woman sitting on the ground. "I''ve seen a lot of people like you, faking a road
crash to impensation."
"What are you talking about? Didn''t you see how he hit me just now?"
If it was Maria driving the car, she might''ve just believed she actually hit the woman. But it was
James who was driving. He was an exceptional driver. It was highly unlikely he hit her. "We have a
dash cam in the car, we''ll just review the footage." Then she pointed at a nearby surveince
camera. "Look there. There is a surveince camera over there. Ma''am, you must be a green hand
in doing this, aren''t you? Do you want me to teach you?"
The woman shrank under Maria''s ferocity, utterly floored.
Maria triumphantly crossed her arms over her chest. "I might be young, but I''m a pro at ckmailing
others. I have been through a lot, which made me as capable as I am today."
By then, James had had enough. He grabbed Maria by the hand and tried to pull her aside, wanting
to deal with this situation himself. Nothing was a problem if it could be solved with money. He didn''t
find it necessary to talk to that woman.
But Maria just shook off his hand and shouted, "Don''t touch me! I''m going to get her to show you
her true colors!"
Then, turning back to face the cowering woman, she continued. "If you don''t admit it now, I''ll call the
police. This man has money and power. He will put you in jail for a year or maybe more. Ma''am,
how''d you get up by yourself? I thought you said your leg was broken."
As Maria was talking, the woman had gotten to her feet and was picking up her bike.
As she wheeled her bike away, she addressed James, "Young man, it''s rare to find such a spirited
girlfriend. You should cherish her. Anyways, I''ll be leaving now!"
''Spirited?''
James was amused by the word. Taking a look at the outraged woman in front of him, he found that
the word was very apt.
When she was pissed off and determined to stand her ground, even he wasn''t able to stop her.
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"What''re you looking at?" Maria asked grumpily.
Eyes twinkling in amusement, James replied, "You are indeed spirited."
Maria rolled her eyes. They got back in the car.
As Maria was fastening her seat belt, sheined, "I don''t want to use this car anymore.
Whoever drives it will hit someone, the car''s feng shui isn''t good!"
The man nced at her from the corner of his eye. "Don''t be too superstitious."
"It''s not superstition. Ever heard of that saying? ''The end of science is mystery, and the end of
mystery is divinity.'' Get it now?"
James didn''t reply. Instead, he smiled slightly.
Once they arrived at the Fairview Vi, Maria started preparing dinner. While she was busy cooking,
James took out his tablet and started browsing through the pictures of furniture his assistant had
sent.
Maria didn''t expect that they would share taste in interiors. When the two of them poured over the
pictures of furniture, she liked whatever he picked out, and he had nodded silently at the ones she
had chosen.
Before he left on the business trip to the US, James had a special assistant purchase all the
furniture they picked and had him make sure they''d be delivered to and set up in the apartment
within the week.
When he returned from his trip, he found that Maria''s apartment was spruced up already, and that
she had actually been living there the past two nights.
When he dropped by to visit, he found that the lock on the door was installed with a face recognition
system and a password. However, Maria deliberately kept the password a secret from James.
Thus, each time he came over, she had to open the door for him personally.
One day, after they had sex, something suddenly crossed James'' mind. "Stay indoors the next two
days."
"What?" Maria stared at him nkly.
The man nced at her, eyebrow raised. "Your period," he said tly.
It wasn''t until then that Maria understood what he was talking about. To her surprise, he had been
keeping track of her menstrual cycle. Clutching a pillow tightly to her chest, she looked at him with
wide eyes. "I haven''t had an appetitetely and I''ve been feeling nauseous. Do you think I''m
pregnant?"
James was pulling on his pajamas when he heard her question. He stopped. Then he turned
around and gazed at the woman intensely. He couldn''t rule out this possibility. After all, they had
been together a lot recently. Although they had been cautious most of the time, there was one or
two instances he didn''t have the time to put on a condom.
He said decisively, "Take a pregnancy test."
Maria then burst intoughter. "Oh, I''m just kidding. You wear condoms most of the time, and those
few times you don''t, I take pills. Don''t worry." Her eyes gleamed mischievously. She was just teasing
him.
The man sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her seriously. "I''ll take you to the hospital then."
Maria gaped at him. She wondered if she had gone too far. "I really don''t need to. My period will
come the day after tomorrow at thetest. I just wanted to make fun of you, that''s all. I didn''t expect
you would take it so seriously."
"Do you not have the guts to go?"
Maria''s lips parted hesitantly. "Shut up, I''ll be there!"
She wasn''t worried in the least. Her period had arrived on schedulest month, perhaps it was just
a littlete this month.
On the morning of the second day, just when Maria thought that James had forgotten about it, he
called. "Are you awake?"
"Yes." She was having breakfast.
"I''ll pick you upter."
"What for?"
The man was silent for a moment. "To go to the hospital."
Maria was speechless. "Are we really going?" "Mhm." ''Fine. I''ll go. I''m sure I''m not pregnant
anyway. It''ll just be a check-up!'' she told herself.
An hourter, the two of them emerged from the outpatient department and got in James'' car
together.
The man was expressionless, whereas the woman was in a good mood. She hummed a happy tune
as she retouched her makeup.
On their way back to Maria''s apartment, James didn''t utter a single word. Eyeing at his strange
expression curiously, she asked, "What''s the matter with you? Are you happy or unhappy knowing
I''m not pregnant?"
She had told him she was just joking about the pregnancy, yet he had insisted on having her
checked at the hospital.
The test confirmed she was indeed not pregnant.
James answered her in a light tone, "I''m not happy that I can''t dig the baby out of your belly."
"Jesus! You freak!"
"Stop cursing me, Maria Song!"
"Why should I? You''re such a pervert!" No one would happily have a child poached, yet James
seemed to be an exception. What was wrong with this man?
James was a little annoyed at her outburst. He pulled over on the side of the road.
"What are you doing?" Maria demanded.
She didn''t think herment was that bad.
The man didn''t say anything. Instead, he took out a pack of cigarettes from a hiddenpartment
and took out one. He cracked open the window and lit it.
Maria stared at him, dumbfounded. "I''m going to quit smoking," she said icily. "Aren''t you?"
James ignored her and took a long drag from his cigarette.
Enraged, the woman snapped. "Get out of the car!"
Why was he acting so strangely?
James obediently stepped out of the car.
Maria was speechless, angry, and confused. She mbered from the passenger seat into the
driver''s seat and locked the doors.
Starting the car, she stepped on it and drove off, leaving James in the dust.
James watched the receding car. She actually left him behind.
He pulled out his phone and tried to call her. Maria knew it was him without needing to check the
phone, so she didn''t answer it.
In the end, she had no idea how James made it back to the office. Despite this, she left the Harkim
in the parking lot of the building and left the car keys with the security guard, instructing him to give
them to Summer.
The two began to give each other the silent treatment. James didn''t go to the apartment to look for
her, and Maria didn''t take the initiative to contact him, either.
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