Chapter 11

This was James's request.

I don't know why my reaction was even bigger than his.

I stormed out of the hospital room, slamming the door behind me.

Yes, I schemed endlessly, I was heartless, I was rotten to the core.

But he... couldn't he still stand by my side?

Couldn't he... no matter what kind of person I was, just stand by my side?

...

He wanted Mia, not me anymore.

When I got home, I happened to see the stuffed toy lying on the sofa.

It was a limited edition flying dragon he had won for me before we got married.

He just treated it as an ordinary gift to give me.

At that time, I didn't know that to catch this dragon, he had gone to five malls, emptied four claw machines.

In the end, he got this dragon for me at a bar.

That day he was very drunk, his earlobes were flushed red.

Dizzy from the alcohol, he took out this dragon from behind his back.

"Zoe."

He called me.

"Can you look at me?"

He hid behind that dragon, using its paw to wave at me.

"Can you let me stay by your side?"

"Even if."

"Even if..."

That was an extremely light sigh hidden beside me.

Throwing away all the dignity of being James.

"Even as a backup is fine."

...

The fact proves that reminiscing late at night really does make one's anger turn inward.

When I walked to James's hospital room door in the dead of night, that's what I was thinking.

The night was extremely quiet, the curtains barely drawn.

I stood by his bed, looking down at the man who seemed uneasy even in his sleep.

James's face, no wonder it had the capital to make the girls in his department think of him day and night.

High nose bridge, eyebrows like pines, always a person of lofty ideals and integrity.

How did he...

Get entangled with me for most of his life.

I unconsciously leaned closer, and suddenly fell into a pair of eyes as cold as a deep pool.

The man had woken up at some point, leaning against the headboard looking at me.

His eyes were so cold, cold enough that I instinctively took half a step back.

"You..."

"Finally sick of me, huh?"

I sniffled.

I don't know why, in the hazy moonlight.

I suddenly pulled up the corners of my mouth and said such a self-deprecating thing to him.

"Are you surprised?"

He said this, enunciating extremely clearly.

"Shouldn't I be sick of you?"

I felt the black edge on him magnify.

He sat up straight, serious enough to break one's heart.

"You're so selfish, utilitarian, so fond of using underhanded means."

"Shouldn't I be sick of you, Zoe."