I Only Want You novel Chapter 122

Because James Lu consumed wine, he didn't intend to drive his car back.

When he came out of the restaurant, he didn't call a taxi. He just strode ahead in a bad mood. Elizabeth Liang guessed that he was still angry about the encounter with Josephine Liang and didn't dare to talk to him. she followed him closely with mixed feelings.

He was tall, more than 1.8 meters, and she could only reach his shoulder at most. His back was very straight. From a distance, he looked like a tall green pine.

In fact, He had a bad temperament, childish, overbearing, arrogant, and coquettish. He would lose his temper from time to time. He would make others unhappy when he's in a good mood. But when he was in a bad mood, he would be like a bomb ready to explode. Uh... and he got a sharp tongue. If he was provoked, he will make sure to strive back.

But it's also him, who would bring her the inarticulated warmth and the revelation that even if the sky's falling down there's still him to support her

James smoked while walking. In just ten minutes, he smoked three cigarettes in a row.

The third cigarette finished, he took out his mobile phone and made a call. Although she could not hear what the other party said from a distance, she heard clearly what he said—

"Well, what I wanted you to do before, I want it done tomorrow! All the materials have been prepared?... Well, that's it."

After the call, his anger seemed to have subsided a little, and it seemed that he had only noticed that she was still following him. He stopped, turned his head, and said to her in a displeased tone, "Why are you still following me? Don't you know to go back first?"

He initiated the talk, and now she felt that it was much easier to converse with him. She ran up to him and stood next to him. "We need to go back together."

He paused for a moment and then stepped forward. "I'll wait and hang around for a while before I become sober. You can go back first."

She caught up with him. "James... Are you angry now?"

"Hmm, what?" He was a little absent-minded.

"Are you... angry because of me?"

James answered sullenly, "No."

Ha! He was indeed angry, but not with her, but himself.

He was the President of such a big company, leading tens of thousands of employees. How could he fail to know she's being bullied and rescue her immediately within arms reach?

He lingered on this matter and felt depressed. He sucked! He stopped again and turned to look at her. After some hesitation, he murmured, "Er... I..." But he can't utter the sentence "I'm sorry, I'm late,". He didn't muse out his thought.

He felt awkward to say such things. It's not his style and he didn't want to suffer from deeper guilt.

Elizabeth had to stop. "Ah?"

He waved his hand irritably. "Just now, that bi*ch said you hit her? Really?"

"Uh..." Elizabeth was surprised by his question and smiled with some embarrassment. Then she nodded, "Well... am I too rude?"

After hearing that, his gloomy mood was finally a little better. He shook his head gently. "Didn't I tell you before that if someone bullies you, you can slap him or her directly. You have my back." After that, he smiled, "good job today."

He didn't know why, at this moment, he actually had a kind of "my girl has grown up" gratitude. But the next second he felt vaguely annoyed. What? He once said that he would protect her like her father, then, failed?

Not long after they had sat down, they said the same thing spontaneously. For a moment, both were stunned.

The other party was able to understand the meaning of the three simple words at once—

Fie asked her if her hand hurt after beating Josephine, and she asked him how his hand was when he blocked her forehead with it.

James's quicker to respond, he curled his lip and snorted carelessly. "Just a piece of cake?"

Then he looked again at her forehead, which had not been reddened. He's delighted. Even if his hand was still in pain, he felt it was worth it.

"Oh." Elizabeth ducked down her head and her hands pressed her belly, where it's aching severely.

James Lu felt tired sitting, so he simply lay down on the lawn, not mind the dirt. He put his hands behind his head, one hand bent in an extremely relaxing manner.

But his heart was not as bright as it seemed. He looked up at the sky above and frowned slightly.

After struggling for a moment, he embarrassedly said, "That..."

She endured the pain and did not look at him. "Huh?"

It was a simple syllable, but there was a clear tremor in her voice.

James Lu frowned and looked at her. "What's wrong? Why is your voice so strange?"