Chapter 579 Going to Find James
Ryan felt a loud bang in his head as if something had exploded, leaving him in a blank state. An unfamiliar electric current surged through his body.
Taking advantage of his shock, Jade boldly pried open his teeth with her tongue, slipping it inside and entwining with his slippery tongue, sucking hard.
Ryan felt a wave of softness in his heart, an indescribable sensation. Suddenly, he felt a bit feverish, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
What on earth was happening? This feeling was so foreign. But he didn't dislike it at all; in fact, he liked it.
Before he knew it, Ryan's hand reached for her waist.
A tingling sensation spread from his fingertips to his heart. A warmth within his body wanted to overflow through his pores. Soft moans escaped from their lips.
The car was like an oven, and Ryan felt like he was burning up, all reason evaporating in the heat of the moment.
Then, just as suddenly as it all started, the woman in his arms went quiet.
Ryan took a step back, looking down at Jade, who had somehow managed to fall asleep amidst the chaos.
There she was, asleep and content, occasionally smacking her lips as if savoring a sweet dream, a pleased smile on her face.
Ryan was beside himself, half-tempted to shake her awake after she'd thrown his emotions into a tailspin.
The sound of her soft snores was the only thing in the air.
Frustrated, Ryan considered moving back to his seat, but Jade's grip on his shirt held him back.
"Stay... don't leave..."
He looked down again, just in time to see Jade lick her lips, reigniting the turmoil inside him.
Ryan swallowed hard, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire, all thoughts pushed aside by the sight of Jade's unconscious gesture.
His heart was racing, loud enough to fill the silence of the car, his breaths turning shallow.
Something was shifting, quietly but unmistakably.
...
Meanwhile, Patricia was a mess in the backseat of Alan's car, her head tilted back, eyes shut, tears streaming down her face, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Why? Why? Why do you have to leave? Why won't you stay?"
Her repeated questions were a punch to Alan's gut. Unable to stand it any longer, he drove straight to James' place and rang him up.
"Ms. Watson is drunk and she's insisting on seeing you," he explained, the concern clear in his voice.
James, upon hearing this, was immediately on edge. "Is she alright?" His worry was palpable, even through the phone.
Alan caught a glimpse of Patricia through the rearview mirror, her tears flowing freely, and realized the situation was spiraling. "She's really upset, keeps crying," he informed James, hoping for some guidance.
There was a pause on the line from James, long enough that Alan thought he might not respond at all. But then James' voice came through, clear but firm. "Just take her home."
"But..." Alan started to protest, only to be cut off by the sudden grab for the phone.
Startled, Alan turned to see Patricia had taken the phone and was pouring her heart out to James. "Why do you have to leave? Can't you stay? What's so wrong with me that you're in such a hurry to get away?"
James was left speechless, at a loss for words in the face of her outburst.
Patricia's pain turned to anger. "You men are all the same. I can't stand it... I just can't."
Tossing the phone back to Alan, she didn't wait for a response before she bolted out of the car.
Alan, panicking, called out, "Ms. Watson, wait! What are you doing?"
But Patricia was beyond listening. In desperation, Alan blurted into the phone, "Boss, we're outside your place. Please, you've got to help. I can't manage this by myself."
Hanging up hastily, he scrambled out of the car to chase after Patricia.
Meanwhile, James was torn, his resolve wavering. He knew he shouldn't go down, but the thought of Patricia in distress was too much. Cursing under his breath, he grabbed his mask and rushed out.
In his hurry, a cough caught him, a sharp pain flaring in his chest. He pressed a hand against it, pushing through the discomfort to take the elevator down.
As he reached the lobby, he spotted Alan trying to coax Patricia back into the car, a scene of chaos unfolding as Patricia resisted, her cries of distress drawing the ire of the neighbors peering out their windows, shouting for quiet.
Alan was sweating bullets, and the sight of James approaching felt like a lifeline. "Over here! Quick, I can't take much more of this! We're gonna get soaked if this keeps up!"
No sooner had he spoken than a deluge of cold water came crashing down on the two from above.
James, Alan, and Patricia were all left speechless.
Alan just stood there, water cascading off him, completely taken aback.
Patricia, momentarily stunned into silence by the shock, quickly flared up, ready to take on whoever was responsible. "Who did that? Come down here. Fight me!"
Alan, at his wit's end, clamped a hand over her mouth. "Please, just stop yelling. We don't want anything else flying down at us..."
Patricia's protests were muffled into unintelligible grunts as Alan pleaded for peace.
James couldn't just stand by anymore and pulled Patricia into a hug.
Caught off guard and unsteady on her feet, Patricia stumbled into James, wincing as she bumped her head against his chest.
"You..." She was gearing up for a tirade when James' calming voice interrupted her.
"It's me."
Hearing that familiar tone and breathing in his scent, Patricia paused, then looked up, squinting into the light that cast James' face in a soft glow.
Thinking it was just a trick of her inebriated mind, she reached out to pinch his face, trying to prove to herself he was real.
James just stood there, bewildered, as Patricia felt his face, the texture confirming he was no figment of her imagination. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to sniffle, feeling wronged yet relieved.
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