Chapter 30 James's Masculine Side
James was taken aback. "Elena, what are you..." he asked but was unable to finish his words.
The lady's full name was Elena Martin. She wasn't much older, only two years older than James. Professionally, she was a nutritionist. She led a disciplined life and placed a significant emphasis on self-care.
As a result, despite nearing her thirties, her skin remained excellent, so delicate that it seemed it could break at the slightest touch.
Elena exuded a seductive charm, captivating those around her with an aura of sensuality. Many men in the neighborhood had thoughts about her, ranging from a few hundred to a thousand.
As Elena pulled James inside her apartment, his heart began to race. 'What was happening?' James thought.
"Close the door, quickly close the door!" Elena appeared nervous, making James feel uneasy. Was Elena up to something nefarious?
"Elena, since you don't need anything, I should head back. My wife is waiting for me to cook dinner," James said and emphasized the word 'wife,' reminding her of his marital status.
"Oh, don't leave!" Elena quickly grabbed James again. She requested, "Just stay for a moment and help me with something. It won't take long."
James felt his arm brush against her chest, causing extreme embarrassment.
"No, Elena, I really have to go back. My wife will be upset if I stay any longer," James said.
"Hey, James, I've never offended you before. Why are you acting like this? Wait, you don't think I'm trying to seduce you, do you?" Elena suddenly realized.
James awkwardly smiled, silently admitting to her assumption.
Feigning anger, she huffed, "What are you thinking? Do you see me as... Ah!" Before she could finish, she hugged James, her entire body clinging to him.
Being held like this by Elena, James tensed all his muscles, not daring to move, his breath becoming rapid.
He could feel Elena's warmth and her provocative figure stirring up his hormones.
James scolded, "Elena, please control yourself..."
She explained, "Ah, there are mice, mice! They're back again. James, help me kill them!" Elena clung to him, trembling, her face turning pale.
'Mice?' James thought.
James was surprised to see two mice scurrying around on the floor.
"Elena, you want me to help you by killing these mice?" he asked.
"Yes, otherwise what did you think... Never mind, help me kill these mice quickly. I'm going crazy!" Elena urged.
"Elena, you have to let go of me first," James said with a wry smile.
"Oh, sorry, sorry," Elena apologized.
She was a bit absent-minded and realized she had been hugging James for quite some time. Blushing, she quickly released him.
She was now dressed in a bathrobe, exuding a certain allure.
James took a deep breath, suppressing his arousal, and began to deal with the mice.
His movements were swift, and within a few minutes, he had caught and disposed of the two mice. "Alright, I've taken care of these mice. If there's nothing else, I'll head back," James said.
At that moment, Elena emerged from the room in different clothes, surprised. She praised, "You caught them so quickly, impressive."
James made a small joke, "I must be part cat."
Elena, now in shorts and a T-shirt, her hair tied up, looked refreshing and mature, exuding a captivating charm.
"Thank you. These mice have been bothering me for days, and I couldn't get rid of them. I haven't slept well for days," Elena said. "By the way, if I scared you earlier. I'm sorry."
James waved it off with a smile, saying, "It's no problem."
Elena poured James a cup of tea, forgetting she was wearing a loose top. As she bent over, her neckline revealed a bit too much, making James feel like he might start bleeding from his nose from the intense heat rising within him. He quickly turned his head, unable to look anymore.
Seeing James's reaction, Elena, noticing her slip-up, felt embarrassed. She teased, "James, you're not being honest. Where were you looking?"
"What? Elena, I didn't see anything," James hurriedly explained.
However, Elena's expression turned serious. "What? Are you laughing at my small chest?" she teased.
She then playfully adjusted her top, accentuating her already ample chest, making for a spectacular sight.
"No, no!" James denied it and quickly waved his hands.
Elena burst into laughter, her mood lifted from the recent frustration. She suggested, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. You should head back now; otherwise, your wife will really worry about you. You're too easily embarrassed, not at all like a married man. If I didn't know Jennifer, I'd think you were a virgin."
Seeing James's awkward expression, Elena widened her eyes. "Oh my, are you really a virgin?" she remarked.
James didn't answer that question, awkwardly chuckling before excusing himself.
As he walked towards the door, ready to open it, loud knocking echoed outside, accompanied by a man's voice, "Elena, open the door for me!"
Upon hearing the voice, Elena's expression immediately changed to a mix of panic and anger.
James paused, silently asking Elena if she wanted him to open the door.
He could tell from the voice outside that the man was Elena's ex-husband.
"This scumbag. We're already divorced, yet he still comes back to harass me!" Elena said as she gritted her teeth.
James remained silent, as it wasn't his place to comment on such matters.
The ex-husband demanded, "Open the door! I know you're in there!" The knocking intensified, threatening to break the door down if left unanswered.
After a moment of consideration, Elena walked over to open the door.
"Ernest, what are you yelling about outside!" she scolded.
Standing outside was a man in his early thirties, handsome but giving off an unsavory vibe. His posture and demeanor indicated he wasn't a respectable person. With a pallid complexion and lifeless eyes, he appeared drained, likely from indulging in vices.
"Elena, why are you opening the door so late and...?" Ernest spotted James behind her, his expression darkening as he cursed, "Damn it, I've been knocking on the door forever, and you're in here with your lover! Damn it, you're having an affair behind my back!"
Elena immediately retorted, "Bullshit! He's my friend, and he came over to help me catch mice! Also, we're divorced, so what I do is none of your business! Now get out! You are not welcome here!"
Instead of leaving, Ernest strode inside. He said accusingly, "I knew you, this bitch, would be seeing other men behind my back! During my absence, you've probably brought many men here. You're a slut."
Enraged, Elena shook with anger. "Get out! Get the hell out!" she yelled at him.
Ernest didn't pay any attention to Elena. Instead, he walked up to James, his eyes burning fiercely as he said, "You got some guts, boy, messing with my girl. Do you have any idea who you're messing with? I can make a single call, and a hundred of my boys will be here, ready to cut you down!"
James scowled, retorting, "Watch your dirty mouth; my relationship with Elena is not an indecent kind."
"Oh, so you're acting all high and mighty now that you've got your pants on?" Brown smirked, his face begging for a punch, and stated, "I don't have time for your nonsense. You messed with my girl; this isn't over!
"Option one, I call my boys right now; we disassemble you and confiscate your tools.
"Option two, you hand over $200,000 to me right now, and we forget all about this. Do whatever you want in the future. Heh, Elena is a gem; I usually don't even let others touch her; $ 200,000 is a steal for you."
James had heard that Elena's ex-husband was a scoundrel, but he hadn't expected him to be this despicable. He was practically an animal.
James had heard before that Elena's husband was a scumbag, but he didn't expect him to be this terrible; he was practically a beast.
She warned, "Ernest, you beast, if you don't leave now, I'm calling the cops!" Elena's eyes were bloodshot, her chest heaving with anger.
Ernest was beyond despicable, bellowing at the top of his lungs, "Oh, so you're going to call the cops, huh? Go ahead, I dare you! If you do, I'll be here every day, making your life miserable! I'll even bring a bunch of guys with me.
"You like playing the seductress, stealing men, right? Well, I'll just have to oblige you, introduce you to a whole bunch of 'em, and they'll pay a cool grand for each encounter!"
James couldn't bear to listen anymore. He stared coldly at Ernest and said, "Apologize to Elena, or don't blame me for being rude."
James was usually a very good-tempered person, especially after five years of keeping his temper in control. However, Ernest's behavior had truly infuriated him.
James and Elena weren't close neighbors, but they had spoken a few times, and James had a favorable impression of Elena. She was a virtuous and kind woman who treated him with respect despite being aware that he was the live-in son-in-law.
If this had happened to someone else, James might have let it go. But since it was happening to Elena, he felt compelled to teach this scoundrel a lesson!
"Ha ha ha, apologize? That's hilarious! Do you think you're a big deal? I won't... Oh!" Ernest didn't finish his sentence before James punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Elena was stunned, never expecting such a masculine side from the usually refined James.
"You, motherf***er! I'll kill you!" Ernest yelled, getting up to fight James.
Seeing this, Elena urged, "James, run! He knows Taekwondo; you can't beat him..." But before she could finish her sentence, James knocked Ernest down again.
'Ernest was a Taekwondo instructor; how could he be so weak?' Elena thought in astonishment.
James didn't hold back; with a few punches and kicks, he made Ernest cry, grabbing his hair and coldly saying, "Apologize."
Shaking with fear, Ernest, intimidated by James's actions, tearfully apologized to Elena, "I'm sorry, I was wrong..."
Elena was stunned, watching the cold and ruthless James with a mix of emotions.
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