Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 224

James seemed not to hear the latter part of her sentence, his face alight with joy. Sophie pushed away James' hands. "I'm very tired. You should go back."

"My grandmother is here. Where do you expect me to go?"

During the time Sophie wasn't home, he had already made this bedroom his own.

In this bedroom, there were many traces of Sophie's life. She used to wait for him to return after they first got married, time and again.

James glanced at the bed, not far away, and the implication couldn't be clearer.

Sophie frowned. "I'm not used to sleeping with you."

"I won't touch you. It's just a way to fool Grandma."

Sophie glanced at the bed, then at the sofa, and frowned again. "Then you sleep on the sofa!"

A fleeting look of dejection passed through James' eyes, but he obediently placed a pillow from the bed onto the sofa and found a thin blanket as well.

Sophie returned to the bed, saying, "We'll draw a line tonight. Don't come within three steps of me."

"Okay."

"Apart from in front of Bea, we live our separate lives at all other times and don't meddle in what the other is doing."

"Okay."

James agreed to each condition.

This was the first time he and Sophie slept in the same room.

Sophie felt somewhat uneasy, tossing and turning all night. She did not sleep well. By the time dawn broke, James had already gotten up. He put the pillow back in its place and covered Sophie with the blanket.

Just as he was about to cover Sophie with the blanket, she suddenly reached out and grabbed James' hand.

James' movement halted. The wariness in Sophie's eyes momentarily stung him.

"I was just... covering you with the blanket."

Sophie withdrew from her initial tension.

After what had happened in her past life, her feelings toward James were a mix of coldness and fear.

James had once left her dying on the operating table and had all the O-type blood in the hospital moved away. It was no different from murder.

"I'm sorry, I was just..."

Sophie was thinking of an excuse, but James said, "You should get up. Grandma has already made breakfast."

Sophie was puzzled by how Bea could have made breakfast, as Marian usually won't be here so early.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

Sophie said, "Come in."

Standing at the door was a very pretty maid, looking to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a fresh and clean appearance that made her seem innocent and pure. Sophie got it. So, this was the sense of crisis Bea had organized for her.

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