Chapter 281 Bryan
Seeing James leave the room, Mary shivered and chased after him.
Addison and Reese tried to hold her back, but Mary angrily pushed them away.
She was worried that once James left, he would disappear forever.
At some point, her emotions had become tied to James's every move, no longer indifferent or even relieved as before.
Rushing to the hospital entrance, Mary saw James's figure—thin, lonely, helpless—just like his current difficult situation.
"James, James!" Ignoring her injuries, she ran over and hugged James tightly,"Don't go, "I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, I was worried about you."
Mary's tears fell like rain as she clung to James, vaguely remembering a similar scene with Joseph.
But her feelings were different now. Last time, she was more indignant for her savior Joseph; this time, she was afraid James would get hurt for killing Keith.
"I know you mean well, I'm not mad at you." James sneered, turned around, and mechanically waved Mary off, walking away.
Seeing James walk away, Mary's mind went blank, and she stumbled after him.
James blocked Mary again.
"James, what do you want? Keith provoked you on purpose, he was looking for an excuse to deal with you, he really would have killed you on the spot."Mary's voice was sharp and out of control. "The power of the five families is beyond ordinary people's imagination. I saw their methods when I was seven."
James paused slightly.
"My father's old friends lived low-key for over a decade, many didn't even dare to leave their homes." Mary rushed up and hugged James again, "In the end, they were all killed one by one with trumped-up charges. My father, such a strong man, was scared out of his wits, living like a rat. You hurt Keith in public, they really would kill you."
In the past, Charles was surrounded by high-profile guests, all top-notch figures, but over the years, except for Charles's family, they were all dead.
Now, Charles only interacted with a few antique enthusiasts, with no close friends left.
Mary's fear of the five families was deeply rooted, so she really didn't want to see James clash with Keith.
Especially a public confrontation.
Mary hugged James's waist,"James, believe me, I didn't mean to hit you."
James grabbed her wrists and slowly pulled them apart, "Mary, I'm not mad at you, I just feel pathetic."
James turned to look at the miserable Mary,"It was clearly Keith's fault, but to stop him, you could only slap me."
Mary cried out, "I'm sorry, I really didn't know what to do."
James's gaze was indifferent,"It's not that you didn't know what to do, it's that you don't trust me enough, or understand me enough."
Mary shook her head, "I understand you."
James looked at Mary, "Then tell me, in the past few months, when have I ever acted recklessly and made things uncontrollable? Since the Smith Family's birthday party, when have I not handled things properly and come out unscathed? And tell me, if Keith really wanted to kill me, would he let me go just because I kicked him a few times less tonight?"
James asked repeatedly. He could see that Mary was worried about him, but he still felt pathetic inside.
Pathetic for his own weakness, pathetic for Mary's understanding.
Because of his weakness, the caring Mary could only slap him to calm him down, instead of slapping Keith to stop.
The sorrow of a small person was just like this.
But it also showed that Mary didn't care enough about him, otherwise, she wouldn't have used this method to stop him.
Mary was stunned.
In the past few months, she and James had gone through a lot—birthday parties, loans, Jesse, Joseph, and so on, each time was significant.
But each time, James seemed to handle it properly.
At least she had no trouble, and James was safe and sound.
"This shows that I have confidence in what I do. No matter how much I hate Keith, I wouldn't kill him on the spot, nor would I give him a chance to kill me." James said with a hint of loneliness, "So you don't really understand me. In your eyes, I'm still an impulsive person, someone who needs you to solve problems."
Mary was struck by lightning, realizing that her understanding might still be lacking. But thinking about Keith, she instinctively grabbed James's arm, "But he's one of the five families."
Joseph and the others could never compare to Keith.
"Do you think that if I kneel to Keith now, or if you offer yourself, he would let us go?" James said with a faint mockery, "No, he would only suppress us more ruthlessly, more unscrupulously."
Mary's body trembled instantly, and many knots in her heart were suddenly untied.
"In fact, there's a bigger problem. For you, being a little nicer to me means understanding, means liking." James's voice softened, "That's wrong."
After saying that, James smiled and walked away.
Watching James walk away, the empty feeling made Mary extremely uncomfortable. She cried out, "James, I was wrong, don't go,I like you. I really like you! When I rushed out of the Red Maple Club with an umbrella, I already liked you."
In Mary's scream, James stopped and turned to look at the familiar Mary.
Like?
This was the first time in a year that Mary had said she liked him?
He looked at Mary with a complicated expression.
"Don't go." Mary squatted down trembling, covering her mouth tightly, afraid that her crying would disturb others. Her pretty face was full of tears, soaking her clothes.
Her crying was mixed with rapid breathing, and she looked very uncomfortable.
James walked over, reached out, and felt her forehead burning.
Mary's tears fell like rain, "Weren't you leaving? Why did you come back?"
James didn't say anything, he just picked her up and got into the Mercedes, heading back to the Smith Family villa.
Leaning in the car, before James could react, Mary slapped herself, "Don't be so petty, I slapped you, I gave it back to you. If you're still not happy, you can come back and hit me."
She grabbed James's hand, "You can hit me."
James's hand retracted as soon as it touched her face, he sighed softly and brushed her fallen hair aside.
"I knew you couldn't bear to." Mary drowsily hugged James, "You like me too."
Such an embarrassing act of coquettishness, she found it particularly comfortable and enjoyable.
She had sworn never to act coquettishly in front of a man, but at this moment, some words and actions came naturally.
"When JZL Medical Clinic opens, I'll be there with you." she said.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away in Los Angeles, a middle-aged man stood in a garden, facing a map of Rosewood City.
His features were sharp, his gaze piercing, giving off an intimidating aura.
He stared at the JZL Medical Clinic on the map, his eyes flashing with a sharp cold light, as if he wanted to see through it.
Suddenly, he punched out.
With a loud bang, the JZL Medical Clinic was shattered, and a hole appeared in the wall.
Unstoppable!
As he retracted his fist filled with murderous intent, a phone on the table vibrated.
The middle-aged man picked it up and answered, hearing a hoarse voice on the other end, "Bryan, cancel the trip to Rosewood City."
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