A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 251 Indeed Ugly

Just as Meagan made it to the gate of the outpatient building, Lawrence grabbed her by her collar.

Meagan gasped and tried to break free for a while, but in the end, she gave up the struggle.

Lawrence, amused by the woman's arms and legs flailing, asked her with a serious look, "Why are you running?"

"Why are you chasing me?" she retorted.

Lawrence tried to keep himself from smiling. The woman had a point. So, he set her down gently but blocked her escape. "Tell me, miss. Did you do something bad?"

Meagan's eyes widened and she averted her gaze from the tall man in front of her. He looked handsome and strong. "I... How did you know?"

Sure enough, she looked guilty. Lawrence was confident that she had done something wrong. "What did you do exactly?"

Under his gaze, Megan felt pressured to speak up. Stammering, she lowered her head dejectedly. "I...I flattened the hospital director's tires. Is that a crime?"

Flattening the tires? Seeing how guilty this woman looked over such a trivial matter, Lawrence had to stifle his laughter. "Come with me," he said after a while.

"Wait! Where are we going?"

Meagan raised her head, bringing her small face into full view. Her innocent eyes widened in confusion.

"The woman you saw just now wants to see you.

Meagan finally felt some sense of relief.

The two returned to the floor of the department of orthopedics. There, Maria was sitting on James' lap without a care in the world, her head leaning on his shoulder.

When the elevator doors slid open, Maria's gaze instantly landed on Meagan. Excitedly, she struggled to get on her feet, but seeing as she had no shoes to wear, she eventually gave up. So she resigned herself to smiling brightly at the girl who was approaching. "Hi!" she cheerily greeted once the two were within earshot.

That night she got shot, she was too consumed by the pain from her wounds and didn't get a good look at her savior. But now, she could see clearly that Meagan was actually quite beautiful.

Seeing Meagan and Lawrence walking side by side, Maria smiled to herself. They looked good together, almost naturally-as though they were husband and wife.

Meagan smiled back shyly. "Hello!" she answered timidly.

"Thank you so much for helping me back then, I don't think I would've survived without you. Sorry, I haven't had the proper chance to introduce myself-my name is Maria Song. Any chance I could buy you a midnight snack later?"

Meagan automatically shook her head without even giving it much thought. She had been pouring all her time and energy into studying Chinese medicine the past couple of years, so her social skills were a bit rusty.

Moreover, there was no way she was going to hang out with complete strangers. She didn't feel particularly at ease with these strangers, especially what with the cold gaze of the man in the suit and the firm hand of the man in the fatigues. Their auras were way too intimidating.

"I have other plans, sorry. Also, don't worry about last time, it's what anyone would've done." After all, Meagan was studying medicine to save people.

Noticing her uneasiness, Maria didn't try to force her. She pulled out her phone and said, "How about we add each other on WeChat? If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime."

"Oh...okay." Meagan hesitantly took out her cell phone from her pocket, and the two women added each other as contacts.

James stood up and carried Maria to the elevator.

When they reached the hospital lobby, Maria turned to Lawrence. "I'm leaving with James. Could you take this young lady home please?"

It only occurred to her then and there that she hadn't even asked for the girl's name. She made a quick mental note to ask her for it over WeChat later.

Before Lawrence could say anything, Meagan shook her head vigorously. "No, thanks. I can take the subway."

Maria smiled in amusement. "Please don't be afraid. I think you can tell this guy is a good man. You have nothing to worry about.”

Of course, it didn't take a genius to know what sort of business Lawrence was in, judging from his military uniform. The thing was, Meagan didn't like inconveniencing other people. "No, it's fine. I can take the subway, it's a really quick commute. Please don't bother. Anyway, I really have to go now. Bye!"

Without waiting for a response, the girl scuttled off hurriedly.

Lawrence watched her receding figure, dumbfounded. It was the first time a woman treated him like this. She acted as though he were some snake, poised to strike her. Interesting.

Maria giggled. "Lawrence, you totally scared her off! Guess you're too ugly for her, huh?"

Lawrence shook his head with a sheepish smile.

He was considered the handsomest among his troupe. Why was he suddenly the ugly one? Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

James carefully laid Maria into the car and then shut the door. Then, he looked back at Lawrence indifferently and said, "You are indeed very ugly."

Just as Lawrence was about to come up with a retort, James trotted over to the other side of the car and got in, slamming the door shut.

Then the Harkim sped away.

Lawrence watched them go, deep in thought.

He scratched his short hair and murmured to himself, "You guys don't know what you're talking about." Surely, James was just jealous. That would've explained his comment just now.

The Harkim drove into James' manor and parked neatly. James got out of the car and reached in to scoop Maria into his arms. He then carried her up the stairs to the front door, as though she weighed as much as a feather pillow.

Even when they got inside the manor, James didn't put her down. He maneuvered within the house, carrying her up to the second floor. "You will stay here until your ankle recovers," he said firmly.

Maria tilted her head and looked up into his eyes. "I'm afraid of staying here alone." Such a huge, empty manor gave her the heebie-jeebies.

James cast a glance at her., one eyebrow raised "I thought you were fearless, Ms. Song." "It depends." She was not impervious to fear; there were some things that scared her, and a big empty house was one of them.

"Don't worry, I'll come back."

"Fine." Maria sighed heavily, making it obvious she was unhappy.

James resisted the urge to drop her right then and there. Gritting his teeth in silence, he carried her into his bedroom.

The truth was, Maria's ankle wasn't in terrible shape, thanks to Lawrence's help. Even the doctor said it was nothing serious. She had only allowed James to carry her this whole time because she didn't have any shoes on.

Once James put her down, the woman limped to the bathroom and ordered the man, who was loosening his tie just then, to help her get a pair of slippers.

Her tone was very natural, as though she was ordering a servant.

James's eyebrows shot up. He watched silently as the woman went inside the bathroom.

As she was closing the door, Maria stuck her head out and said, "Thank you."

He obediently turned around and went out to get her a pair of slippers.

Just as Maria was finishing up her bath, he stepped inside the bathroom, burning with desire.

He scooped her up into his arms once more and carried her to the bed, careful not to hurt her ankle. He needed to satiate his hunger.

When they were done, he applied medicine on her wound, as though he felt a little guilty for having sex with an injured woman.

Then, Maria fell into a restless sleep. She didn't wake up until noon the following day, feeling tired from the previous night's events. Dizzily, she sat up in bed.

John knocked on her door curtly. "Lunch is ready."

When she opened the door, she greeted, "Hello, John."

"Ms. Song, lunch is ready. Shall I bring it to you now?"

'TH go downstairs to eat."

"Mr. Xi said that your ankle was injured and he isn't allowing you to move around. There is a dining room on the second floor. I'll bring the food there."

-