Chapter 28 James Picks Her Up After Work

The day flew by, and before Emily knew it, it was time to clock out. She gathered her stuff and got ready to leave the rehab center.

Just as she was about to pass by David's room to say goodbye, the door swung open. David stepped out, looking all tough but clearly uneasy, sneaking glances at her. "Emily, where you headed?"

David was so cute that Emily had to fight the urge to pinch his cheeks. She grinned and said, "Just heading home. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Really?" A flicker of worry crossed David's eyes. Dropping his tough act, he grabbed the corner of Emily's coat, his voice shaky. "You're not lying, right? You'll be back tomorrow?"

David's scared look tugged at Emily's heartstrings. She wondered what kind of treatment David had endured from his parents before ending up at the rehab center, leaving him so insecure.

She crouched down, took his hand, and looked him in the eye. "Don't worry, David. This is my job, and you're my patient. I'll definitely be back tomorrow. Be a good boy and get some sleep. When you wake up, I'll be here, okay?"

David was still a kid, and his emotions were written all over his face. He stared into Emily's eyes, trying to see if she was telling the truth. Finally, reassured by her words, he let go of her hand, gave a small smile, and nodded.

After saying goodbye to David, Emily walked out of the rehab center. As she reached the entrance, a black car pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing James's stern face.

"Get in," James said in that low, commanding voice of his.

Emily hesitated for a moment but got in the car. James was always so bossy and hated being told no. She didn't want to argue with him right outside her workplace.

As soon as she sat down, James started the car and drove off.

"Where are we going?" Emily asked, buckling her seatbelt.

After a long pause, James spoke, his voice tinged with frustration, "Why didn't you go to the place I set up for you?"

Emily took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "James, I've told you, I don't need it. I can make my own choices. I can find my own job."

James's eyebrows knitted together. He couldn't understand why Emily was so stubborn. "Do you know how good that job is? It's at a publicly traded company, high salary, easy work. Why do you insist on staying at that rehab center?"

Just because others thought it was good, did she have to think so too? Did she have to accept James's so-called good intentions? Emily clenched her fists. She turned and looked James square in the eye.

"Because I like it there. I like helping people who need it. I don't need you to arrange anything for me. I can make my own choices. Besides, we're divorced now, James. I don't need you to set things up for me!"

"You."

They stared each other down for a while, but eventually, James backed down. He was at a loss for words. After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "Alright, if that's what you want. I'll take you home."

What right did James have to question her job? She had finally found a job she liked and could support herself without relying on anyone, only to be belittled by James. Did people like him, who were high and mighty, think everything could be measured by benefits?

The more Emily thought about it, the more upset she got. She snapped, "No need, I can get home on my own."

James suddenly slammed on the brakes, thinking, 'Emily's really pissed. But she's not blameless. Her actions abroad led to Olivia's situation. Why can't she just be a bit more obedient?'

He felt a mix of irritation and confusion, wondering why he rushed over as soon as he found out Emily hadn't taken the job he arranged but came here instead.

"Let me take you home. At least let me know you got home safe."

Emily couldn't figure out what James wanted. He was the one who wanted her gone, the one who didn't trust her, and now he wanted to meddle in her life again. She wondered if he just had to mess with her emotions when she was about to stand on her own.

Emily didn't want to think about it anymore. She opened the car door to get out, but James grabbed her wrist tightly. "Don't go!"

"What are you doing?" she shouted.

James pulled Emily into his arms. Emily was caught off guard, his well-defined face suddenly inches from hers, his warm breath on her skin.

James cupped her face and kissed her. Emily was stunned, her whole body flushing. This wasn't how things should be between them!

She struggled in panic, but he held her tightly, her wrists pinned behind her back, her head forced up to endure James's kiss.

"Don't move!" James bit her lip hard, his forceful action hiding his anger.

James kissed her deeply, not giving her a moment to breathe. Unable to break free, Emily was forced against the car window, her head tilted back to endure the almost suffocating kiss.

Emily's alluring appearance was irresistible to James. One of his hands slipped under her clothes. Emily was wearing a front-clasp bra today. With a simple flick, her breasts popped into his hand.

"James, you bastard!" An indescribable sense of shame made Emily cry.

'This is being a bastard?' James's eyes darkened as he thought, 'I can be even more of a bastard!'

As Emily struggled, he released her lips and easily lifted her top, cupping one of her breasts and biting down.

"No, you can't do this." The pleasure from her sensitive nipple made her tremble. Emily's body went limp, collapsing into the seat, unable to push James away, only able to voice her refusal.

James ignored Emily's weak resistance. His other hand slipped under her skirt, mercilessly entering her already wet labia, moving rapidly. "Emily, your body is much more honest than your mouth."

Emily's whole body turned red, as if she were about to explode. She could only writhe with James's movements, craving more pleasure.

Her body had always been sensitive, and James knew her well, teasing her desires from her chest down to her abdomen, leaving a trail of red marks.

Seeing Emily almost lose her mind, James finally felt his irritation and anger dissipate a bit. Only when Emily trembled in his hand did he wipe his fingers with a tissue, ending the torment.