Lost in You novel Chapter 74

"I'm sorry." Subconsciously, I refuse him. It is hard to say what is going on between James and me, but as for Morley, I don't want him to get involved.

"We'll still be friends."

Morley's expectant eyes dim down. "Alright. You've been refusing me all the time." He looks at me with a wry smile. "You wouldn't have fallen in love with me even without James. I know it."

"I don't want to lose you as a friend. If we are lovers, when we break up, we will be more embarrassed." This is what I want to say. I don't want to lose Morley as a friend, but if he insists on courting me, then I may never see Morley again. I don't want to hurt him.

Morley nods, "I see. Don't worry. I will control my feelings. But please let me stand by you."

I don't know what to say, looking at Morley's imploring eyes but unable to answer.

At last I say nothing, look at the starry sky and change the subject, "It's getting late. Do you want to go back?"

Morley smiles unnaturally and says, "Ok, I get it. I know what I'm going to do. We'll still be friends."

I nod.

Morley is a smart man. He knows what he's doing.

"Introduce your girlfriend to me if you have time." I get up to see Morley off.

Morley looks at me and says, "OK."

So far, we've made everything clear.

I watch Morley leave with a sigh.

Morley's family is as good as James's. In fact, I am already afraid of dealing with people of this kind. If I have known his origin from the beginning, I would never have made friends with him.

Porter calls me. He says he has everything ready except for me.

The Orlando family’s wedding ceremony will be held in three days. We can't let Isabel succeed.

As for Morton Orlando, I don’t want him to show up. I should have a more detailed plan about him. I must hurt Isabel so much that she couldn't turn over at her prime days.

I can't wait any longer.

"I'll take you to try on some clothes later." James sends me a message.

I reply, "What's up?"

"You will use it in a few days."

A few days later? It occurs to me something. Could it be because of Isabel’s wedding a few days later?

I am just wondering how to show up fair and square.

"Alright." I reply him immediately.

James comes to pick me up. As soon as we meet, he hugs me and I nudge him. "There are many people here. Stop it."

"What are you afraid of? You're my woman, and I'm making out with my woman. Who can control that?" James kisses me.

I don't know what James would think of me when the day will come. Would he hate me?

I can't help thinking of the way James looks at me in the future. His eyes will be full of anger. He must hate me so much, but I have no choice but to do so.

"I'll take you to an important wedding in a few days." James takes me by the hand and says, "I'll introduce my family to you. They might freak out."

"Because I'm like Carolina?" I say.

"Yes." When James hears me mention Carolina, his eyes dim. "But she's gone."

"But I remember you have a fiancée." I withdraw from his hand, "Then will I be the mistress? The mistress is the most hateful. Don't you think so?

"Oh?" James looks at me thoughtfully. "Is it not because of the conditions of negotiation that our relationship survives? You can't hurt me much. Do you understand?"

I understand, and smile, "In fact I am just your mistress."

"It's not right. After all, I don't know what your condition is. I'm waiting for that day."

James raises his eyebrows and examines me.

I feel like being controlled by James invisibly. But the terms of the negotiation are in my hands, why do I always feel oppressed?

"You'll know what my terms are." I smile at James gently, much like I did as Carolina.

James freezes and looks at me blankly.

“Remember, I am not Carolina." I say gently to shatter all illusions James has.

Carolina, don't you miss Carolina so much? I can see James looking so disappointed and know his helplessness when he wakes up to the reality. Why did he force my father to die when he thinks Carolina is so important?

I think of this with hatred. We will not be good.

James takes me to a bespoke dress shop, supposedly run by a famous designer, a place that no ordinary person like me would ever visit in a lifetime.

"Hello, Mr. James, what can I do for you?” The staff comes over.

James points at me and says, "Get a dress for her, and we will need it in three days, so do it quick."

"All right, don't worry." She bends over.