Betrothed To The Mafia Lord novel Chapter 324

James pov

The girl who was sent from hell, who still had her mouth gapping open like a fish that was struggling to breathe, like it was taking her ages to process the fact that she had just ruined my outfit and that it was a very bad thing entirely to be on the receiving end of my anger. It was like everything snapped into places for her in the next second because she was scrambling to her feet and hurrying towards me, with eyes widened like saucers.

She barely glanced up at me and instead went straight to my ruined inner shirt and then she began – she began to scrub her hands which I noticed were trembling, against my inner shirt. A part of hands that was covered in dirt and also – blood?

She was only making matters worse, my burnt brown inner white shirt was now w dirt brown and coffee brown, along with different smear of blood seeing as she kept on scrubbing at the shirt, like even if her hands were clean, it was going to be possible to get to coffee stains out of it that way.

I was angry beyond imagination and the fact that it seems like she still hadn’t noticed that she was only making matters worse for my already ruined outfit, only made me angrier. And that was when I realized that she was speaking quietly about how sorry she was for ruining my shirt.

As if any apology in this world was going to be enough of an apology.

“Enough.” I muttered around a scowl. The fact that she was trembling like a leaf when it wasn’t like she she was being hit or something, was only getting me more irritated. I had zero time for stuff like this, and I hated that something like this was happening to me today of all days.

“I said enough.” I spoke up once again, a little louder this time. She glanced up at me this time as her hands froze on my chest and stomach, and that was when I noticed that she was also crying. Why the fuck would she be crying in a situation like this? I’m the distressed one here and not her for heaven’s sake.

I scowled darkly at her in irritated and tried not to stare st the tears continuously sliding down her cheeks, and then I made to speak once again.

“Are you freaking dumb as well as being clumsy as hell? I said to let go of my shirt.” I said loudly and faintly noticed that I was already attracting a little bit of unwanted attention and crowd, which was just great. Very great and fantastic.

She jolted a little and to my outrage, went right back to scrubbing her hand over my shirt as more tears slide down her cheeks, as she spoke quietly but I was able to make out the words well. “I-I’m so sorry for ruining your shirt, so, so sorry, let me just clean…”

To either leave her hear in the arms of the workers here, or to take her to the hospital like I knew was the right thing to do here – coupled with the fact that there are currently onlookers, and it won’t be cool if I left the stranger here and appear like a monsters to the onlookers – which I most definitely wasn’t.

With an irritated sigh leaving my mouth and a permanent scowl marring my face, I reassured the waiter I was going to be taking her to the hospital. The waiter apologized on the stranger’s behalf and offered to make my another coffee on the house, but I declined it because I was beyond pissed and in no mood for a coffee any longer.

With another sigh leaving my mouth, I turned around and existed the coffee shop, with the stranger still cradled in my arms.

My day has officially been ruined and the meeting I had spent months getting readied, was definitely no longer going to hold today.

Fuck my life.