Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 150 Lola's Groom ([-])

They didn't speak any more along the way.After entering the room, Jajaim was overwhelmed by its luxury and cost.Few people can afford such a hotel. He feels like a fish stranded on the beach. Although this beach is unique, it still doesn't change the fact that fish need water.

It was even more unbearable to see Laura acting as if she had come home naturally.

She kicked off her high heels, fingered her hair, and looked at the room, "It's very simple, we just need to divide the room into two, I live in this half, you live in the other half."

"My God, heartthrob, you are so generous! You have the bed and desk to yourself."

"Don't call me a heartthrob. It's reasonable for me to have the desk! I need to write, and you're just reading!"

"Well, what do you say about that bed?"

"I just thought you might be a little gentleman."

"You'd better reconsider," James said, throwing the cowboy hat at the adjacent chair, only to miss, and the hat flipped upside down on the floor, whether you want a bed or a table. "Speaking of tables, I have notes to take, too."

Laura looked at the fallen hat with obvious contempt for his slovenliness.Seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of picking up the hat, she walked over, picked it up with two fingers as if picking up something dirty, and put it on the chair beside her.

"Since you need the table so much, I'll give it to you." She said indifferently, "When the bed arrives, you can put the bed there." She pointed to the far side of the room.

Jajaim was furious: "Why don't we just put it in the corridor? Or in the elevator, or just throw it on another planet?"

"Stop talking crazy."

"You're the one talking crazy. Let me tell you again, miss, I'm not going to touch you, contract or not. Believe me, you're not my type."

Laura didn't know why she continued this topic, but the words had already slipped out: "And what type do you like?"

"It's not a cold person like you anyway."

She didn't expect him to have such an answer, let alone this accusation would make her so uncomfortable.Perhaps because of this moment of honesty, she couldn't help but realize that the men she'd dated in the past seemed to be cruel too—cold and lifeless.However, she also seemed lifeless to this man, which was... so sad.Very hard to pass.

Seeing that she didn't retort fiercely, he realized that he had spoken too much, "Hey, I—"

"never mind!"

They stared at each other, speechless, until they heard someone knock on the door, and they breathed a sigh of relief.It was the people from the hotel who brought the bed up.James instructed them to put the bed where Laura had just pointed out, which was far away from the original bed.After the bed, the first-class steak and champagne provided by the hotel were delivered.

When the hotel boy had retired, James said, "Hey, I'm tired and hungry, and I think you are too. And we've got a lot to do, and it's going to be a long night. So, let's take a break." ?"

Laura sighed and said, "You're right."

James found himself smiling, but he wasn't sure why.Maybe it's because I've been tossing around all day today, and I've already lost all my strength, and frowning all the time also requires physical strength to maintain.

"Do you think we're going to sign a ceasefire?"

The first time Laura saw James smile without making fun of her, she was deeply moved.Therefore, she also smiled: "How about just shaking hands?"

"No problem." He held out his hand.

Laura held out her hand too.

Their hands parted immediately after brief contact.Jajaim slowly withdrew his hand, and Laura's palm brushed against the edge of her skirt.At this time, she touched the ring in her pocket.

"Oh, yes," she said, glad to have something else to distract her. "This is your ring." She took the ring from her pocket and handed it to him.

James took it and slipped it back on his fingers deftly.

"Thank you." Laura said, "It cleared up my crisis today."

"You're welcome."

A quick smile appeared on Laura's face, and she joked, "You're not going to charge me extra, are you?"

James deliberately ignored the warmth that her smile ignited in his heart, and just smiled a little uncomfortably: "I will think about it."

Dozens of stacks of yellow paper were strewn across the floor at Laura's feet.She had just pulled a chair over to the bed a few hours earlier and started writing her opening statement.

In fact, she might as well just sit on the carpet, it would be easier to find information.She had gotten nothing so far, and now she was very upset.

She thought to herself, why does this rain keep going?She was angry with herself and with the sudden storm.The rain kept her from concentrating, or to be more precise, the rain made her think wildly, thinking about things from long ago, things that should not be remembered anymore.

Sighing, she put the legal papers aside, then stood up, walked to the window, and drew the curtains.What caught the eye was the bean-sized raindrops and dazzling lightning, and what was heard in the ears was the deafening thunder.As usual, the storm left her feeling alone and lonely.In order to drive away those annoying emotions, she put her arms around her front, but even so, she still couldn't protect herself from the past...

"I can't take it anymore!" Laura heard her father's voice over the roaring rain. "Did you hear that? Roseanne, I'm leaving. I'm done with this damn marriage."

Lola, who is only 12 years old and always hides in the dark when her parents quarrel, has heard such threats from her father no less than a hundred times.Although he never really put it into practice, tonight, Luo Ji knew that he had really made up his mind.But the mother didn't know, maybe she knew, but didn't care.

However, in Laura's heart, if her father really left, she would not be able to survive.Compared with her love for her mother, her father is like the sunshine in her life.He would play games with her, sneak cookies for her before meals, leave work early to take her to the movies.

"I'll get someone to get my stuff," he yelled, forcing the door open.Laura recalled the rain pouring into the house, soaking the rugs her mother had brought from Italy.

"My God, Garry, can't you close the door?" her mother screamed. "You wet the rug."

"None of my business. You're always more interested in other things than in our marriage."

"Our marriage is nothing special because it doesn't exist anymore."

"This is the first time we have agreed."

Laura remembered the way her parents looked at each other, as if to verify the truth of the accusation they had just made.Apparently they all found that what they said was true.Laura's father was the first to recover, and as soon as he regained his composure, he walked out of the gate and walked to the porch surrounded by railings and decorated with foliage plants.

Sara came running from her hiding place and hugged her father's leg, surprising them both, especially her father.Laura completely forgot that the rain would get her wet, or that it would ruin the imported rug, and just kept begging him not to go.

"Daddy, don't go, I beg you!"

Garui bent over his daughter, eyes full of pain, "I've got to go, honey."

"no, do not want!"

"I really must go. But I promise you will understand someday."

Then, he didn't say anything, just hugged his daughter tightly in his arms: "I love you." After saying that, he let her go suddenly, and walked away without looking back.

Laura wanted to follow, but was stopped by her mother, "He'll be back. He's just putting on a show."

But her father never came back, and she saw him only a few isolated occasions after that.She will never forget the scene of watching him go that night - she stood in the rain, listening to the rumble of thunder, the dark sky flashed a blinding light, she watched his back become smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the adjacent garage.Then, his sports car pulled out quickly and sped into the rain.

Laura couldn't hold back her tears.

"Hey!"

Although the voice was very soft, it still startled Laura.She turned to the source of the voice and saw Jajaim watching her intently.

"Are you ok?"

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"I seem to hear you crying."

"I'm fine," Laura repeated, and walked away from the window, putting the memory behind her.She sat back in her chair and picked up her legal binder again.

"How's the writing going?"

"Great! If the trial can be postponed for a week." She raised her voice unconsciously.

"Feel sorry!"

"Listen, you can just worry about your exams, okay?" She scolded, "I'll take care of my own affairs!"

"Okay, it's all up to you." James took a big sip of the beer he had just ordered, and then stared at her deeply for a while.Somehow she was off, and then he turned his attention back to his exams.

Laura didn't know why she was so mean to James, he just saw her vulnerable side.But she herself showed him this vulnerability, and she was not only angry with him, but also with herself.

In fact, if she was being honest, she should know that there was no reason why she was angry with James.Storms and events of the past may have played havoc with her self-control, but Jaime was also a big factor.

As time got later and later, Jajaim's clothes took off one by one.First he took off his duffel coat, then his boots, then he unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up both sleeves.Now, he sat in a chair with his feet up on the table.His attitude can only be described by the word idle.

In fact, Laura thought, even the forensic doctor would have a hard time finding his pulse at the moment, because he hardly moved except for the occasional flipping through the book on his stomach and the occasional gulp of beer.

In fact, it was not completely so, because his chest was still rising and falling very regularly, as if he was performing some kind of hypnosis.He didn't need to use movements to attract her attention, just the hair all over his chest was like an army.She had never seen so much hair on a person's chest, and those curly black hairs seemed to beckon to her, tempting her to reach out and touch them.

Not that Laura wanted to touch herself, but she knew that there must be women who wanted to.However, the hair on his mouth was only half the hair on his body, and the other half curled and disappeared under the waistband of his jeans.Laura was by no means a prudish woman, she just had to close her eyes to see exactly where the hairs ended up in the hidden parts.

Then there was his hair, which was equally destructive, but for a completely different reason.If it is said that the hair on his mouth and other parts appeals to a woman's desire, then his hair appeals to a woman's feelings.

Because he kept combing his hair with his fingers, he looked like a little boy who had been playing outside for a long time, which made her want to reach out and brush the silky hair on his forehead.She was angry about it, and also angry that she suddenly remembered his kiss in this defenseless state.