A Vengeful Ex-Wife

Chapter 336 Getting Back Together

Ethan shook his head and said casually, "You should maintain basic decency in public. Remember to be respectful of your marriage.

Don't hurt the woman who agreed to marry you after meeting you only twice." Lawrence was speechless. Since when did Ethan become so mature? He flashed Ethan a mocking smile and said, "A single man has no right to comment about someone else's marriage."

Waving his fist in anger, Ethan retorted, "What's wrong with being a single man? I'm still young!"

"Being single by choice and being single because you can't find a woman are totally different," James chimed in dryly, adding salt to the wound. For some reason, Ethan found James' words eerily familiar. Hadn't Maria said the same thing to him before? "No wonder you and Maria are getting back together, you have a lot of things in common," he said, scowling.

"Yes." James didn't deny, interpreting Ethan's words to mean that he and Maria were a perfect match.

Ethan glared at him dully, unwilling to admit defeat. "James, are you really going to getting back together with Maria?"

"I think so."

"Didn't you say that you would never rekindle your relationship?"

Ethan pressed. Looking at the glass of wine in his hand, James murmured, "Yeah, but what else can I do?" His words sounded helpless, but they were a stark contrast to his tone, which was filled with happiness and content.

Ethan scoffed. "Are you that eager to jump off a cliff? Not only are you getting back together with her, but you also seem to be enjoying it very much!"

James turned his head and shot him a warning glance. "Do you want to be wheeled out of here on a stretcher?"

Sure enough, those words made Ethan shut up at once.

'Humph! You always bully me because I can't defeat you,' he complained inwardly.

After quite a while, James took a sip of the wine and said, "She is Arthur's mother. Even though the child is gone, I owe her. Nothing I do will be enough for me to pay her back for it."

What was more, Maria had been pregnant twice. He would never let her down in his lifetime.

Even if the previous passion between them could not be restored, he would get back together with her.

His friends didn't know whether he was talking to himself or telling them.

Lawrence and Ethan silently exchanged a glance. They were both thinking the same thing—James had fallen.

He had fallen into the abyss that was Maria, and he would never be able to get out of it again.

Less than two hours after they had met at the bar, James finished his last drink and announced that he was leaving.

Once he was gone, Lawrence and Ethan awkwardly made small talk for a while. But in the end, deciding that it was weird and boring to just have a drink alone with a man, Lawrence called for a designated driver to pick him up from the bar.

Ethan hadn't driven to the bar, so he opted to ride back home in the same car as Lawrence.

In James' villa, Bob had fallen asleep early.

When James came back home, he found Maria sitting on the bed and doing some work on the laptop.

She raised her head and greeted him with a smile. "Are you done with your work?"

"I finished it a long time ago," he answered.

It was not until he came closer that Maria smelled the trace of wine on him. "Did you go to a business party?"

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, James reached out and raised her chin. "No." After saying that, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

Maria's brows furrowed together in confusion. 'He didn't go to a party, but he drank. Did he have a drink with Ethan?' she wondered.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him moving her laptop aside to make some space. Instantly coming back to her senses, she pushed him away and said in disgust, "Go and take a shower first. You stink of smoke!"

James pursed his lips in displeasure. Staring at her intently, he grabbed her hand and whispered, "Come with me."

The implication of his invitation was obvious. Exhaling impatiently through her nose, Maria took a look at the child sleeping next to them. But James said, "If you refuse me because of him again, I will send him to Grandpa's house right now." Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"No," Maria said immediately. It was true that she had been using Bob as an excuse to refuse all his advances recently.

But she knew that if she didn't satisfy him at least now and then, the baby would definitely be sent away.

Thinking of that, she got out of bed, leaned over to him, and kissed him on the lips. "Go and take a shower. I'll put him in the cradle."

"Okay," James replied, hiding the smug smile. 'That's more like it,' he thought to himself.

At 2 am, Maria was twisting under James and biting her lower lip tightly when she heard a strange sound.

Her head reflexively turned towards the direction of the cradle. To her shock, her eyes met Bob's wide open ones.

Fortunately, the only light in the bedroom came from the bedside lamp, so it was too dim for anything to be seen clearly.

Nevertheless, Maria couldn't help but let out a small scream. She quickly pulled the thin quilt to cover herself and patted James, indicating to him to get off her. "Bob, Bob..."

Lying prone on top of her, James bemusedly followed the direction of her gaze. He was equally surprised to see that the little guy in the cradle had woken up and was staring at them quietly with his big eyes.

Bob even let out a giggle, perhaps because he saw his parents looking at him.

For a moment, James and Maria froze, not knowing what to do or how to react.

It was only yesterday that Maria had taught Bob how to turn over and raise his head by himself. And today, he had seen something that he shouldn't see!

A drop of sweat fell from James' eyebrow and onto Maria's face, snapping her back to her senses. She casually wiped it off and pushed him away. "Get up!"

When he finally got off her and stood up, she desperately felt around the bed for her pajamas, but to no avail. It was only after a few seconds that she remembered that James had discarded her clothes onto the floor just now.

Still hugging the quilt around her, she leaned down and picked up the pajamas before putting them on. Then, she fanned her hot face and kicked the man who had casually gotten out of bed to look for his clothes. "I told you that we should go to sleep, but you didn't listen to me."

James, who was already irritated by the interruption, scowled. The little guy usually woke up after three o'clock in the morning. How could he have known that Bob would open his eyes in advance tonight?

He put on his pajamas casually and patted slightly on the baby's butt. Then, he picked him up from the cradle and put him on the big bed.

Lying in the middle of the bed, Bob gurgled happily at Maria, waving his hands and feet in the air.

Maria stared back at him, on the verge of breaking down. It was a good thing that Bob was too young to understand what he had just seen.

After going to the bathroom and getting washed up, James took the feeding bottle and filled it with milk powder dissolved in water.

Having done this for the past few nights in a row, he had already become very skilled and efficient in taking care of the baby. Within two minutes, the baby was clutching the feeding bottle in his tiny hands and drinking from it.

Maria lay next to him, still tightly wrapped in the quilt. Looking up at the ceiling in a daze, she asked, "James, babies don't have memories, right?"

James glanced at her and replied, "Yes, they do. But their memories last only for seven seconds." His ridiculous response was enough to pull Maria back to reality. Wasn't it said that the memory of a goldfish only lasted seven seconds?

So, was James saying that Bob was like a goldfish? She scoffed at him. "Do you really believe in such ridiculous things?"

Of course he didn't, but he didn't want Maria to feel bad about what had just happened.

Just as he had thought, Bob had only woken up in advance because he was hungry. After drinking the milk in the feeding bottle, he soon fell asleep.

As usual, James shifted the sleeping baby to the other side of the bed, so that he could hold Maria in his arms. The three of them drifted off to sleep.

In the morning, Bob was happy and playful. It was obvious that he had fully recovered, but Maria was reluctant to send him back.

However, she still had to work, so she had no choice but to send him to Augustine's house.

Once Maria was back at the company, she took Peggy to the operations department.

There was a meeting to be held there soon.

On their way there, the two of them suddenly heard the sound of someone crying.

Maria stopped in her tracks and listened carefully before confirming that she hadn't heard wrong.

She silently exchanged a glance with Peggy before walking towards the direction of the voice.

In the fire escape staircase, a woman was sitting on the landing and crying softly.

Hearing the sound of the door swing open behind her, she immediately wiped her tears away and raised her head. Shock appeared in her tearful eyes as she hurriedly got up and greeted, "Ms. Song, Peggy!"

"Are you from the operations department?" Maria's eyes slid over her nametag.

The woman nodded slowly.

"Why are you crying here?" Maria asked.

She kept her eyes lowered and her lips pursed for a long time, not daring to say anything.

Peggy sighed helplessly. "Don't just cry. Ms. Song is asking you a question. Did someone at the company do something to you?"

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