Lost in You novel Chapter 27

I tug at his clothes, crying loud. The moment I see him, I let go of my alert for a long time. I know very clearly that I couldn't leave this person.

"James! James!" I couldn't say anything, checking over and over again that he is by my side at this time.

The whistle of a car and the thunder are all around me, all can’t cover his voice, "It's me, I'm here, here."

James hugs me, walking forward step by step.

I watch the rain run down his face, forming a stream of water. He grits his teeth, his eyelashes are wet, but his body is so warm.

In this rain curtain, I am completely lost. I don't want to live the previous days. I want to be with this man for a long time.

James takes me home, my clothes and I are wet and sticky to my body.

James hugs me directly into the bathtub, the warm water shrouds me, making my nervous heart relaxed all of a sudden.

"James, thank you." I look at his face through the mist.

James tightens his face. He doesn't laugh, nor does he speak, just undresses himself and goes into the bathtub, hugging me together.

His body is shaking, holding me carefully, I don't know what happens to him.

"What's wrong with you?" I hug him, stroking his back, and ask softly.

James then murmurs, "I thought you and your family have gone, and you would never see me again."

He is scare.

"I follow you, watch you come home, and watch you rush out of the house. You know, how happy I am at that moment. Do you want to see me like I want to see you? Do you want to be with me?" His voice is trembling, his body is stiff, and at this moment I know how afraid he is to lose me.

"You divorce him, okay?" James suddenly raises his head and looks at me seriously outside the river.

His eyes are wet and red, and he looks nervously at me.

My heart tightens suddenly, divorce? I don't think about it.

My thoughts are pulled a long way away. I remember a long time ago how my mother asked me to marry Neil. She said that the family ’s life is in my hands. She even had to kneel down. Her hair becomes white overnight.

I don't know what Neil has done, but I feel their fear.

Is divorce fine?

Will my mother be forced to die?

Will dad really pay the price for his life?

I do not know.

I am there, holding James's hands harder and harder.

James's hopeful eyes are gradually replaced by disappointment.

"Don't you divorce him? Do you not want to, or can't? Do you believe me? I have this ability! I will make your family all right!" James still begs me.

"James, let me think it again." I cry and hug him. There seems to be nothing I could do about my helpless life.

James stops talking and hugs me hard, as if trying to engrave our bodies into each other's soul.

It takes a long time before I hear him say, "Okay, I don't force you."

It didn’t until water get cold that James takes me out of the bathroom. I don't do anything, so I lie quietly in bed and we look at each other.

After one night, I get up and go home because there are things I couldn't escape and I am going to face it.

"Did you see him again?" Mom, dad, brother and sister are at home.

I take off my shoes and say calmly, "Yes, I've gone to see him."

"Carolina, don't you feel ashamed? Do you know what you're doing? You're doing the worst thing a woman can do! It's ashamed!" Mom cries.

Dad sighs.

She goes mad and picks up anything and throws it at me no matter what, "Your husband is still in the police station, and you still have the mood to go find that man. Why is your heart so cruel?"

I do not hide, take a deep breath and say, "I want to divorce him."

"Don’t you dare!" Dad pats the table and stands up, "Do you think you can do everything about this marriage?"

"Yeah, I don't voluntarily get married, I don't do anything voluntarily." I look at them with a sneer, "Don't you feel sorry for me? My life is destroyed by you."

"You just don't satisfy!" Mom picks up the vase and throws it at me.

My brother gets up and pushes me, and the vase passes by, "Mom, what are you doing! Do you want to kill my sister?"

Eric, my brother, is the only one standing beside me.

"Your sister wants me to die! How terrible your sister is, regardless of the life and death of her own family, do whatever she wants! It’s terrible!"

"You divorce him, unless your dad and I are dead!"

My ears are full of scolds, all kinds.

With a slam, I close the door as if everything is blocking.