A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 241 Too Lazy To Charge

Ignoring her pointed question, he demanded, "Why is your phone powered off?"

It had taken him a lot of effort to find her.

"Oh, it ran out of battery. I was just too lazy to charge it.

James grew quiet. A part of him knew that her answer was just a careless remark, and probably untruthful at that.

"Hey, let's go fishing!" she said out of the blue, hugging him and kissing his cheek like a spoiled child.

"Why, is there a rich man out in the water who has caught your eye?" This was the second time that she brought up fishing.

"You're right here. Why would I go looking for another rich man? I saw someone else fishing, and I felt like giving it a try."

"Maria Song, I didn't come all this way to fish. Especially not after spending several hours on the plane."

"Aw, come on. Come fishing with me, hmm? I'll make it up to you tonight."

That made him pull away from her abruptly.

"Maria Song!"

She pretended not to hear and continued. "Although it's a little chilly at the open-air balcony, the room itself is facing the mountains. It's like a secret, hidden lair. Oh! And get this, they have an open-air bath right next to the room. We simply must try it."

James quieted down and swallowed.

Maria won in the end. At least temporarily.

The fishing house was large and connected to the lake. When they arrived at the indoor fishing hall, other people were already inside.

It wasn't crowded, though. Aside from the hotel staff, only two other couples were there. This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Maria pulled James to a spot next to one of the couples. They had a pretty good distance between them, but not so much that they would have to yell out in conversation.

As soon as James and Maria sat down, the other woman struck conversation. "Ms. Song? How did you manage to secure this man to keep you company?"

The newcomer was, after all, a hundred times more attractive than the man she had come with.

James occupied himself with assembling his chosen equipment. Maria glanced at him before turning back to the other woman, who must have gone through plastic surgery. "He's my husband. I doubt you can ever find another man who can match his looks and social standing."

That last part was unnecessary though, since her claim of being James' wife was enough to defeat the other woman. Unfortunately for the latter, she was in the middle of an inappropriate relationship with the man next to her.

Well, Maria technically didn't have an official relationship with James. But the other woman didn't know that, and she certainly wouldn't admit it!

'Her husband?' James felt his heart pick up its pace when he had heard her address him that way. Endearments were not a thing for them, and they sounded straight and foreign, even though they had been married before.

Maria had never addressed him as that before. The most intimate namesake she had for him was probably James.

Nevertheless, Maria had managed to make the other woman jealous; she snorted once and said nothing more.

Maria wasn't in the mood for inane pleasantries either. She linked her arm around James' and watched him.

And then something occurred to her. "Can you fish?" she asked in a low voice.

He glanced at her with a raised brow. "Cook for me tonight."

After adjusting the size of the float, he hung the bait on the hook and threw his line to the water.

Maria pouted. "What if you don't catch anything? Don't embarrass yourself for my sake."

"There's nothing I can't do,” he retorted.

"Well, are you capable of giving birth?"

James was rendered speechless for a moment. "You know I can't. But I can give you the baby to carry."

Maria pinched him. "Oh, I must definitely sleep with you tonight!" she declared.

"Why? Is it because you want to call me your husband in bed?"

"Stop being so shameless!" She had only said that to undermine the other woman earlier.

"I can be even more shameless, you know. I can show you when we get back to our room."

It was Maria's turn to gape. Couldn't he just concentrate on fishing?

An hour passed. The other man from the couple next to him had spent the entire time talking on his phone. Their bucket remained empty.

James had also answered calls from time to time, but their bucket already contained a considerable number of catch.

Maria was leaning her head on his shoulder. They had grown quiet and comfortable.

She yawned, then she asked a question. "James, have you missed me these past few days?"

"I have." He wasn't going to hide anything from her.

"What did you miss about me?"

"I miss how you look when you're pressed against my body." He had thought about her every night before he went to bed, and then he would miss her, and he would have to take a cold shower to calm himself.

And in the daytime, he would think about her grievances.

Maria rolled her eyes at him. As soon as she treated him even a little bit nicer, he would always start flirting with her.

"Stop trying to flirt with me. I haven't forgiven you yet." Her tone turned low and serious.

"I know, but this and that aren't mutually exclusive of each other." Just like how she kept holding him even though she hated him. Both could be true at the same time.

Maria didn't reply. But she knew, too, that he had a point, and that he was right.

Another hour passed, and the couple next to them soon rose and left arm in arm. When they walked past Maria and James, the woman scoffed and rolled her eyes after seeing how they clung to each other.

Her reaction didn't escape Maria's notice, but she didn't care.

That woman had been showing off to here for all of the three days they had been here. It was only right for her to take her sweet revenge with James tonight.

When dusk fell, James' bucket ended up being filled to the brim with several types of big fish. Maria took plucked two large ones and gave the rest to the hotel staff.

Since there wasn't a lot of ingredients at her disposal, she ended up preparing four dishes for dinner, two of which were fish.

One was steamed, while the other one was stewed.

James had never been a picky eater; he would eat whatever Maria cooked.

After dinner, an assistant brought over James' suitcase while he was in the shower.

Maria knew this man. He was one of James' assistants and rarely said anything.

He greeted her politely. "Good evening, Ms. Song."

"Hello." Maria grabbed the handle of the suitcase from his hand. "Here, I can take care of it."

"Okay, thank you."

"Not at all."

Maria closed the door as the man left and set the suitcase aside.

She glanced at her watch. It looked like she could spare some time for a good soak in the bath.

It was so cold, however, so the open-air bath was out of the question. The bathroom would have to do for now.

She called the front desk and asked for some flower petals to be brought to their room. Paying no heed to the man taking his shower, she poured the petals into the bathtub and turned on the tap. They she poured some milk into the water before leaving the bathroom without a single glance at him.

James stood under the spray of water, speechless as he watched her go about her business without a care in the world.

He hurried to finish his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Then he stood guard at the bathtub, waiting for the water to fill it completely before turning off the tap and walking out the door.

In the bedroom, Maria was lounging casually and watching TV. She turned around when she heard him step out. "Is my water ready?"

"Mm."

She turned off the television and headed to the bathroom.

At ten o'clock that evening, James, who had been working diligently, frowned.

Maria smirked slightly. She was already used to it. She leaned back against the headboard and continued to read in the midst of all the noises coming from the next room.

As far as she was considered, the hotel was an excellent establishment. The only problem was that the walls weren't soundproof. And she had the misfortune of having very loud neighbors.

And Maria had been suffering through this in the past three days.