Chapter 200 James Sleeps on a Sofa
After a long silence, James finally spoke, "Jessica, I'll give you some time to think about us. If you really don't want to reconcile, I'll respect that."
Jessica was surprised he left the decision to her. She couldn't look him in the eye and asked softly, "Even if it means divorce, would you agree?"
James paused, his expression unreadable. "If you've thought it through, then yes."
Jessica couldn't bring herself to divorce right away. His words gave her a flicker of hope, but memories of neglect, humiliation, and doubt held her back. She couldn't bring herself to accept him so easily.
After a moment, Jessica said, "Before I decide, can you not come see me? I'll let you know once I've figured it out."
James's face darkened. "Are you trying to push me away?"
Jessica twisted her hands, struggling with her emotions. "With you here, I can't think clearly."
"But I'm worried about you. What should I do?" James stepped closer, gently touching her forehead. "You're still running a fever. Your head is so hot."
Jessica stiffened at his unexpected concern and responded indifferently, "It's just a fever. A couple of days of antibiotics will fix it."
"How about this? I'll work in the living room and promise not to disturb you, okay?" James suggested sincerely.
Jessica hadn't expected someone as proud as James to compromise so much. She couldn't bring herself to push him away, so she nodded lightly.
A hint of joy appeared in James's eyes, and he coaxed gently, "Good girl, go rest in bed. I'll be outside. Call me if you need anything."
He went to the living room and called Sean to bring over his work materials.
That night, Jessica took a long, hot shower, hoping to relax. But as she lay in bed, she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, her mind racing with thoughts of James. Unable to rest, she slipped into her slippers and quietly peeked into the living room.
James was still on the sofa, laptop on his lap, focused on work.
Sensing her gaze, James looked up and asked, "Is the typing noise bothering you?"
Jessica shook her head, "No. You should go home to sleep. You won't rest well here."
James put the laptop on the table, walked up to her, and chuckled, "If you let me sleep in the bed inside, I would rest well."
Jessica frowned and declined, "I haven't made up my mind yet. You promised you'd give me time."
James was patient. He reached out and ruffled her hair, saying, "I was joking. I'll sleep on the sofa. You sleep well, okay?"
Jessica knew James was counting on her soft heart. But this time, she didn't fall for it. Instead, she took a blanket from the room and handed it to him, "Cover yourself, don't catch a cold."
James smiled, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. "You too."
After they said goodnight, Jessica closed the door.
With James's height, curling up on that sofa was indeed a hardship.
The next day, when Rose came over and saw this scene, she was stunned. Although she had been with James for years and he spoiled her, he had never wronged himself for her. At least, Rose had never seen James sleep on a sofa.
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