Chapter 318: Oops, Big Mistake
"Me?"
James was confused.
Yvonne nodded.
"The best and most famous private school in Tomaville, of course."
As soon as James finished speaking, he noticed that Yvonne’s expression was strange. He asked in confusion, "What’s wrong?"
At this moment, Yvonne wanted to hit him. She clenched her fists for a long time before she managed to suppress the urge to punch his face.
If she remembered correctly, she was the junior who had been sleeping and had her snacks eaten up by him!
At that time, she was so sleepy that she fell asleep as soon as she got in the car.
When she arrived at the destination, she found that all her snacks were gone. At that time, she had burst into tears.
Unexpectedly, it was him.
James Taylor!
She gritted her teeth.
James was caught off guard when he met her hateful gaze and was stunned.
"Why are you staring at me so fiercely?"
Yvonne gritted her teeth and asked, "What do you think?"
James felt confused, but he suddenly thought of something and said, "Could it be that the sleeping schoolmate was you?"
Yvonne did not say anything. She gritted her teeth and stretched her body.
James’ face was full of disbelief.
"It can’t be such a coincidence, can it?"
He wanted to make her laugh, but he didn’t expect to make the situation worse.
Oops, big mistake.
He couldn’t take back what he had just said about her sleeping like a pig.
"Don’t be angry. Back then, I was a young and stupid. I’ll punish myself with three cups of wine."
Before Yvonne took action, he quickly raised his glass to punish himself.
Yvonne let him go.
"I’m done. It’s your turn." James said, after three glasses of wine.
Yvonne frowned. After a pause, she said, "Actually, I don’t have much to say. Let’s just talk about something from university. In the last year before graduation, I was recommended by my mentor to be an exchange student abroad. At that time, all the medical students were fighting for this opportunity, but my mentor gave it to me. At that time, I was very happy and thought that I could learn advanced medical skills, but I didn’t expect that on the day I was about to leave, I would be locked in my house by someone maliciously. I couldn’t get any help and finally lost my only chance to go abroad."
As she spoke, she raised her head and closed her eyes.
James frowned.
"Who locked you in the room?"
James asked.
Yvonne simply said, "It doesn’t matter who it was. The reason why I said it is because I have been suppressing this matter in my heart for a long time and have never mentioned it to anyone. You are the first one to hear it."
"Well, I am honored to be the first."
James replied.
Yvonne let out a mournful cry.
It was this incident that caused her to lose the opportunity to go abroad.
She had thought that if she had successfully gone abroad to become an exchange student, many things would have been different today.
She hadn’t planned to come back if she went abroad that time.
Yvonne drank a lot that night and spoke of her sad past.
However, each and every one of them had a beginning but no end.
James still managed to understand the stories, and he realized that she had suffered so much in her own family.
He had never thought that Yvonne, who acted like a shrewd shrew, would have such a traumatic past.
His heart ached for her. Watching her gradually getting intoxicated, yet still forcing herself to drink non-stop, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He snatched the glass from her hand and tried to persuade her. "Don’t drink anymore. You’re drunk."
....
Yvonne struggled and denied, "I... I’m not drunk. Who said that I’m drunk? Look, I can still walk straight. If you don’t believe me, take a look."
As she spoke, she stood up unsteadily, gestured a straight line with her arms, and walked forward step by step.
However, she fell to the ground after only a few steps, and James caught her quickly.
Yvonne used his arm as a pillow and fell asleep while hugging it tightly.
James looked at the little woman who was sleeping in his arms and couldn’t help chuckling. His eyes fell on her scarred face. There were several bruises on it, which looked quite shocking.
He paused, picked her up, and laid her down on the sofa. Then he got up and went back to his flat to find a first-aid kit.
He brought the kit back to Yvonne and took out some ointment for external injuries. He carefully applied it to her wound with a cotton swab and extra gentleness, for fear she would wake up from pain.
After the ointment was applied on all her wounds, he looked at her face and he couldn’t help frowning.
Who on earth dared to hurt her?
If he were to find out the culprit, he would definitely not let that person get away with it.
Thinking of this, he slowly stood up and walked aside to make a phone call from his mobile.
"Go and investigate what happened to Yvonne White today."
The person on the other end replied with "yes", and James put away the phone.
He turned back to look at Yvonne, who was still asleep. He walked over, took a blanket, and covered her. Then, he sat down on the blanket next to her.
He supported himself with an arm and stared at her without blinking.
Yvonne did not seem to be sleeping peacefully. Her brows were tightly knitted from time to time. Was she having a bad dream?
He paused, reached out to hold her hand in his, and wrapped it tightly in his palm.
At the same time, he used his other hand to gently smooth out her knitted eyebrows.
"Don’t be afraid. I’m here."
He comforted her in a soft voice.
Yvonne seemed to have heard his gentle comforting words in her sleep, and her
face gradually relaxed.
Yvonne slept until the next morning. When she woke up, she felt a headache. She rubbed her eyes and was about to get up from the sofa when she saw James lying on the side, asleep.
And one of his hands was still holding her hand tightly.
She could not help but be stunned and awkward. Then, she slowly pulled her hand back.
However, this action accidentally woke James.
He slowly sat up, and in his drowsy vision, Yvonne’s face gradually became clear.
"You’re awake?" James asked.
Yvonne was a little embarrassed. "Well... you sat here all night last night."
James nodded.
"Why didn’t you go home and sleep?"
Yvonne asked tentatively.
James stood up and stretched, saying, "I was sleepy, so I slept. Don’t get me wrong. I drank too much. I didn’t mean to stay with you."
After saying that, he subconsciously looked at Yvonne for her reaction. When he saw that she did not pursue further, he was relieved.
"By the way, do you have a headache?"
Only then did Yvonne rub her temples uncomfortably. "A little."
"Wait, I’ll go back and make a drink to cure your hangover and sober you up."
As he spoke, he turned around and returned to his flat.
Yvonne did not stop him. She indeed needed to cure her hangover. She got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.
...
After a while, James came back with a drink in his hand.
"Drink it, your head won’t hurt anymore."
Yvonne reached out and took the drink. After drinking, she returned the empty glass to James.
"Thanks."
James simply said, "Let’s go and have breakfast."
After saying that, he pulled her wrist and walked towards his apartment without waiting for her to agree.
It was not until he pressed her down into the dining table chair that Yvonne realized that she seemed to be too intimate with James.
"Some food after drinking will help to settle your stomach."
James scooped up a bowl of porridge and handed it over.
Yvonne took it and seemed to have thought of something. She said, "James, you..."
"What?"
Seeing her hesitate, James asked.
However, Yvonne did not know what to say. She felt that there was something strange between them. Even as friends, they seemed too close? Or was it just her thinking too much?
Seeing that she did not speak, James frowned and asked, "What’s going on?"
When Yvonne saw his impatient look, she immediately dispelled the idea.
Perhaps she was overthinking things.
"It’s okay, just eat."
After breakfast, the two of them went to work.
Yvonne went to her research lab, while James went to his company. When he entered the office, he called his assistant in.
"Have you found out what I asked you to investigate?"
The assistant then reported, "I’ve found out. Miss White went back to her family home last night and seemed to have a quarrel. I heard from the servants inside that Miss White had an argument with her aunt that ended in a fight."
"Fight?"
James frowned.
The assistant nodded. "That’s what the servants said. I heard that the aunt was almost disfigured."
Hearing that Grace was worse than Yvonne, James felt better.
"Did you find out why?" James asked.
The assistant said, "Well... I heard that the White Family has been looking for a spouse for Miss White recently."
Hearing this, James understood.
It turned out to be because of this.
"Spouse?" He snorted coldly. "I’m afraid they’re looking to do business through marriage."
However, Grace White had dared to hit the woman James fancied, she must be tired of living.
"Go and spread the word that the Taylors are looking for a new partner to collaborate with. We welcome any one to come forward."
"Yes."
The assistant quickly understood what he meant and turned to leave.
On the same day, these words reached Grace White’s ears.
After last night’s scuffle with her niece, Grace’s face was covered in cuts and bruises. When she applied medicine on her wounds, she secretly cursed ’little bitch’ a few times.
"Go and find Jane and Lisa." Grace instructed her maid.
After the maid left, she looked at her face in the mirror. She stared at the blue and purple spots on her face, and gritted her teeth.
"Bitch, sooner or later, I will return you this injury a thousand times over." Grace knocked over the mirror hard.
At this moment, Jane and Lisa happened to walk in. When they saw the mirror fragments on the floor, they couldn’t help looking at each other.
"Hey, Grace, what’s wrong with you? Why are you so angry?" Lisa asked.
Grace rolled her eyes at her grumpily and thought, Isn’t this asking a question you already know the answer to?
Lisa saw her eye roll, but she did not dare to retort. After all, Grace had the highest status among the women in the White Family. It was no exaggeration to say that she was the matriarch figure.
However, even so, Lisa still couldn’t help murmuring in her heart.
"Don’t be so arrogant. If I hadn’t pulled you away last night, you might have beaten
by your niece to a pulp."