Lost in You novel Chapter 75

"James, let's go home together. Mrs. Orlando wants us to go home for dinner." Salome says ingratiatingly.

James no longer hides his impatience. He stares at me and then says to Salome, "Just go by yourself. Tell her I have something else to do.”

"But..." Salome also looks at me, and says unwillingly, "They are waiting for you."

James pushes Salome away and stands up. "I'm leaving now." Then he comes up to me and takes my hand.

"James!" Salome stands in front of me, blocking our way, "The lady looks familiar."

She looks at me aggressively. Miss Salome must know Carolina. She must have thought that I did not know that I was Carolina’s substitute.

Before James speaks, I smile at Salome and say, "Are you talking about Carolina? We look much alike, right? As for who is Carolina, I think you have known her, right?"

Salome is speechless. "When I saw you, I was shocked. I thought you had come back."

James's face grows worse. "How can the dead come back?"

We both know that the woman James cares about is not me or Salome, but the dead Carolina.

The three of us are like a strange circle. I envy Salome, and Salome envies me because I'm like Carolina. I envy Salome because Salome's background matches James's.

And James no longer loves anyone, he loves a dead woman.

I take James's arm and say, "James, let's go."

Maybe everyone around us is watching the play, but no one dares to show up, only secretly watching us.

Salome turns pale and grabs James. "Mrs. Orlando says you must come home today."

She's using Wendy to force James.

But she doesn't know that that is James's pet peeves.

Sure enough, James pushes away Salome and says, "I have something to do today. I have to accompany Carl.”

I give her a smirk. Now I'm competing with her like the jealous concubine in the harem, and James is the emperor. It seems like we are competing with each other without dignity.

Instantly, the atmosphere gets quiet. No one has ever seen the mistress would be so aggressive to challenge the fiancé.

Salome loses face and turns blue.

I get out holding James's arm

As soon as we get outside, I let go of James, and walk to the car alone.

James frowns and follows.

The car starts and I don't know where James is taking me to.

I keep silent to show that I am angry now.

James rejoiced. "What would you like to have later?"

"Whatever." I say angrily.

"Why loses temper?" James rubs my hair. "You are like a child."

"Isn't that what you want to see?" I smile coldly.

Jams is shocked and takes back his hand, saying," Let's go eat some Japanese food.”

I don't like Japanese food the least. I didn't like Japanese food before and I don't like it now.

But I am happy to say, "Yes."

I wonder what James is trying to test.

At the Izakaya, James takes me to the VIP lounge.

"We have salmon just flown from Hokkaido. Would you like some, Sir?" The waiter recommends.

I frown, but James says, "Yes."

He turns to look at me, and asks, "Do you like Japanese food?"

"Yes." I gently say, "I like the Japanese food the most."

I don't like it, but I have to say I do, as I couldn't make James suspicious. He tests me all the time.

The food is ready, and I gulp joyfully, looking like I like it.

But that fishy smell makes me want to vomit, I repress my dislike, forcing myself to eat it.

James doesn't move his chopsticks. He looks at me intently and says, "Take it slowly. No one grabs it with you.”

I almost ate all the dish. Finally, I put down my chopsticks and say, "I really can't eat any more."

I'll throw up if I eat any more.

I feel sick in my stomach, but there is a smile on my face and I pretend nothing is wrong.

He looks disappointed. James isn't just testing me, but he is trying to make me look just like Carolina.

Oh, how could two people be so alike in the world?

I sneer in my heart.

Then he picks up his chopsticks and eats sushi slowly. He doesn't like Japanese food either.

He chooses in the plate, not knowing what to eat. Finally, he picks one piece of sushi in the mouth.

"Is it delicious?" I ask.

James frowns and says, "Yes." He says unwillingly.

"If you don't like it, don't eat it. I won’t force you.” I say.

James raises his eyes and looks at me. "Do you think it’s funny, Miss Carl?"

"Then how about you?” I reply sarcastically.

James drops his chopsticks.

I laugh, "How can you so easily get angry?"