Continuation of "Gone with the Wind"

Chapter 150 Four Lola's Groom ([-])

"Of course I don't mind." Her grandson-in-law said that, and James' conscience was a little disturbed.Legally speaking, he is indeed her grandson-in-law.However, it will not take long for the marriage to be annulled.Someday Laura would give her a real grandson-in-law, and he'd probably be the dead guy she hated.

James wondered for a moment. For some reason, he didn't seem to like the feeling that Laura was involved with these people.

"Yes, ma'am," the nurse replied.

After she had gone, old Mrs. O'Hara whispered to him, "It's really hard to find an obedient nurse."

James tilted his head and smiled, "Has anyone ever told you that you have the energy of a young girl?"

The old woman smiled and said, "Yes, my Jack did, though he used different words. He said I was a gun, a loaded gun."

The sandwich and the beer are now in front of her, but for the next few minutes she's basking in precious memories.

James knew that she needed someone to listen to her story, so he didn't interrupt her, just leaned back in the chair comfortably, stroking the beer bottle in his hand, listening with a smile on his face, and occasionally asking a few questions of concern.

Laura stood at the door, quietly watching the scene in front of her.No one heard her coming in, and certainly neither did the two who had been concentrating on their conversation.No, strictly speaking, "talk" is not the right word to use.James spent most of his time just listening.

He made Laura suddenly realize that she never remembered that her father had ever listened to anything her mother had to say.My father was always talking, yelling, and the whole house echoed with his rage.Therefore, he did not really listen to what she had to say.Of course, even on that rainy night, he never listened to her begging and begging him not to leave.

If she wanted to talk, would James be willing to stop and listen?

And what was she trying to say?Maybe she just wanted to say how tired and hungry she was, or how pleasant she was at the courthouse today, or maybe she wanted to say that she was tired of coming home every night with a group of Efficient but uninteresting servants.

"Oh, look, that's Laura!" cried old Mrs. O'Hara suddenly.

Startled, Lola thought she had been spotted, but she soon realized that what her grandmother was seeing was a news report on television.

James was startled too, he couldn't believe his eyes and ears, because he heard the reporter asking Laura about her client, Jimmy.This name is not only known to the locals, but even people across the country are already familiar with it.The young man killed his father because his father often abused him and his mother.But there was one thing that was very important about the man Jimmy—he was very poor.In other words, there was no way Laura would make a dime from the case.

He didn't know exactly why he had suddenly turned his attention from the TV to the door.Maybe it was because he had heard something, or maybe it was because Laura seemed to be silently accusing him of wronging her on TV.So when his blue eyes met her brown eyes, time seemed to freeze completely and they were the only ones left in the world.

"You're back!" The old lady was referring to Laura herself this time, "Look, you're on TV."

Laura's eyes met James's for another second before she walked in.

"Journalists are everywhere." She walked up to her grandmother, kissed her on the cheek, then slipped off her black high heels and settled into the sofa next to him, curled up like a contented cat.

When he vehemently accused her of only taking cases of rich people, why didn't she make it clear that she also took cases of obligations?He didn't bring up the question until the old lady had skillfully resigned, so that the young couple could have some alone time.

"I told you, don't just look at the surface of everything." She replied: "Besides, isn't this what you want? You always think that I am only willing to work for money."

Is he like this?may be!

"You can stop me and make me look like a complete fool."

Laura smiled and said, "It's like you point me out and stop me from being smart?"

Jajaim couldn't help laughing, "Good point." Then his smile faded, "Okay! Barrister, we all misunderstood each other. What's next?"

Laura also put back her smile: "I'm Laura O'Hara, I'm five foot five and I weigh 150 pounds. From what I eat, I'm a rich man, and I'm sorry about that, but I work Works hard, and sometimes takes cases for poor people for free. Plus, I'm a really good lawyer."

James said very cooperatively: "My name is James Gard. I am over six feet tall, and my weight is always more than ideal. As for the word rich, I don't know how to write it. My hobby is that I am now a law student. student. Also, I'm about to be a really good lawyer."

After this new introduction, they continued to stare at each other as if this was really their first meeting.Strangely enough, however, they all enjoyed the new experience, although they were still surprised.

When there were a few light coughs at the door, the two of them were still in deep thought.Then Laura and James looked up at the servant at the door, flustered for a moment, as if they had been caught in a deviant behavior.

"Ma'am, may I prepare dinner for you?"

"Uh," she looked at James' empty plate, "give me something like his."

"Ma'am, do you mean a big sausage sandwich?" the servant asked suspiciously.

"Yes, give her a big sausage sandwich," James said.

The servant looked at Laura for an affirmative answer.And what she said was, "That thing sounds... like interesting."

"Yes, ma'am." The servant couldn't believe it, "I only need a minute to put it in the bread."

"Hey," Jajaim called to the servant who was about to leave, "bring her a bottle of beer, and bring me a bottle too."

After a few minutes, what they asked for was delivered, and Laura, who was very hungry, immediately ate.It never occurred to James that watching someone eat could be so interesting.

They ate and talked about some legal matters, including Laura's case in court today.After a long time, the clock on the wall rang, and they were surprised that it was so late.

"My God!" said Laura, "is it already eleven o'clock?"

"Yes!"

She got up from the sofa and said, "I have some things to do before bed."

James also stood up: "Me too."

They walked out of the room and up the winding stairs.At the door of Laura's room, Jajaim stopped and said, "Good night." His room is next to Laura's.

Laura was about to say good night when she found her grandmother's door open.Laura grabbed him by the collar in a hurry and pulled him into her dark room.He leaned his back against the door, feeling Laura's warm breath on his neck.He could still feel Laura's heart beating furiously, or was it his own?

"She's suspicious," Laura whispered.

"Who? Your grandmother?"

"Correct."

"You are too sensitive."

"I thought so too, but I'm sure now. Didn't you see how she looked at us when she left the drawing room tonight?"

"I didn't see it. How was she looking at us?"

"Looks like she's suspecting something. When I came into the drawing room just now, we were supposed to kiss each other, and that's the point where we were supposed to kiss each other. Newlyweds always kiss like fish."

That's what James wanted to do, thinking back to himself at the time.This thought made his heart beat even more violently.Of course, part of the reason for this was that Laura was so close at this time, so close that their thighs even rubbed against each other.When did this room become so hot and unbearable?

"I'll say it again," he deliberately ignored the skin-to-skin scene between the two, "you are too sensitive. Also, why are we talking so quietly?"

"Otherwise she will hear."

"Newlyweds can also talk! Besides, they also turn on the lights." James leaned closer to Laura's ear, and suddenly heard himself teasing Laura inadvertently, "Sometimes they even turn on the lights when they have sex. "

Laura had heard flirting things said to her by men over the years, but none had the same impact as James's.It made her immediately aware of things she hadn't noticed before, like the masculine smell of James' cologne, like how their bodies were so close now that they were almost fused, like when he said this bold When he spoke, his sweet breath tickled her ears.

Is that how he likes to have sex?With the lights on?The thought made her feel itchy, and she suddenly noticed that his lips were only a few inches away from hers.

She wants to kiss him.It's just so clear, so simple, so ridiculous.This whole thing is fake, right?So, why is this desire so real... Laura let go of James and took a step back, as if the question burned her.

"No," she said softly, but clearly in the silence, "I mean, that's it, don't turn on the light."

Frankly, James thought Laura was trying to kiss him.God knows he wants to kiss her too.However, as soon as she backed away, his mind immediately cleared up, and his tired feeling immediately came alive.It was a long day, and frankly, he was too old to play this sex game anymore.Besides, he reminded himself, this whole marriage was nothing more than an elaborate lie. "I want to sleep," he said. "It doesn't matter if it's here or in my own room. That's it!"

"Wait a minute."

"I don't want to wait any longer."

"Oh, okay!" Laura pushed James aside, then slowly opened the door and looked out, the crisis has been resolved, "Hurry up." She pushed him out of the door and warned him: "After going back Don't turn on the lights."

"Then how can I see?" James growled softly.

"I don't know, I can't control so much. Just don't turn on the lights."