He Mocked Me, I Made Him Say Sorry

Chapter 4 Cleared Out

"Everybody out!"

When James gave an order, nobody dared disobey. Everyone except Olivia scrambled for the door.

The gossip about someone slapping the Harrison heir would be all over their social circle by morning.

Olivia frowned when she saw me still standing there instead of leaving.

"Miss, please leave! Didn't you hear what James said? If you can't manage even that much basic courtesy, it really shows your upbringing."

James pressed his fingers to his temples. "I meant you. Get out."

Olivia's face went blank, then crumpled. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

She and James weren't even together, but she'd clearly already cast herself as his girlfriend.

She shot me one last wounded, accusatory glare, then ran out crying. Her retreating figure looked like a fragile little flower wilting in the wind.

Graceful, I had to admit.

Too bad James didn't spare her a single glance.

A: [What is the male lead DOING! How could he kick his wife out?? He should've told off the villainess and then comforted his woman!]

B: [It has nothing to do with the villainess. Baby girl talked to the second male lead yesterday and the male lead got jealous. That's all.]

C: [Our male lead is such a little jealousy monster! I hope he figures out his feelings soon and makes it up to baby girl!]

D: [But seeing him hang out with the villainess just to make baby girl jealous is kinda annoying. So the villainess just gets a free pass?]

A: [Relax, the male lead knows what he's doing. He'd never let the villainess lay a finger on him. It's all for show.]

After enjoying the viewers' delusional fan fiction, I sat down across from James.

"New taste in women?"

James dodged the question with a sulky non-answer. "Aren't you supposed to be leaving the country? Why are you even here?"

I raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know I was leaving?"

James froze. "I..."

"Keeping tabs on me like that? Don't tell me you still have feelings for me."

I leaned forward, letting my gaze turn predatory.

The familiar pressure hit him instantly. James flinched and looked away, the tips of his ears burning red. His mouth stayed stubborn.

"Who has feelings for you? Don't flatter yourself. It's been 1,186 days. I forgot about you ages ago!"

I stood up with the ghost of a smile.

"Suit yourself. Oh, I almost forgot. I moved my things back into the apartment we used to share. Since you're not interested, I guess I'll just live there alone."

James shot to his feet. "You never gave up the lease? In three years?"

I gave him one long, loaded look, said nothing, and walked out of the VIP room.

Behind me, James scrambled after me like a lost puppy, whining the whole way.

"Hey, hey! Slow down, let's talk! I never said I wouldn't come! You ditch me for three years and you can't even pretend to beg a little? Mia, get back here!!"

I smiled, lit a cigarette in the hallway, and leaned against the wall.

I'd picked up the habit after my foster mother passed. Just one now and then.

I watched the smoke curl upward in the quiet. Through the door, I could hear James muttering to himself, every word buzzing with excitement.

"Thank God, thank Jesus, thank every saint in heaven... she really came back for me..."

I lowered my eyes, hiding whatever was in them. What a fool.

It wasn't the heavens that answered his prayers. It was his mother's checkbook.