The Runaway Groom
Chapter 808

James's frown eased when he saw that it was Erin, and he soon appeared delighted beyond words. "You came? Missed me, didn't you? Can't bear to let my trip be wasted?"

Erin lowered her gaze and immediately saw her bite marks on his hand. Still, the look of heartache lasted briefly in her eyes before she quickly hid it.

Her fingers gradually clenching on her handbag strap, she tried to make herself sound as calm as possible. "I want to talk.”

James stood aside. "Come in first."

She did so, and then noticed the food left untouched on the table. "You didn't have lunch?"

James smiled. "I'm not hungry. Would you like a drink? I'll get it for you."

Erin sat down. "I'm not thirsty. Just sit—we need to talk."

James was about to reach for a glass but paused.

He took a deep breath, having sensed that Erin was here to break up with him.

Calming down just then, he walked over and sat opposite her.

“I'm not breaking up with you."

Erin could not help frowning, having been stopped before she could say it.

James looked at her and smiled. "I'll give you time."

"Would you wait if I asked for ten years?" Erin deliberately asked for a long time so that he would give up.

James did not flinch, however, and he replied seriously, "I'll wait for the rest of my life."

“You're crazy,” she blurted.

"Yeah, I'm crazy about you," he said, relaxed as ever. "You did not cheat on me. I have no reason to separate from you."

Erin's fingers clenched, and she looked him in the eye. "I don't like you."

“You actually liked me?" James asked. "I thought you loved me all along."

Erin was speechless—James was never like this before, since he was always serious.

She did not know how to respond as he suddenly gave up on his old routine.

James lowered his gaze then and continued quietly as he stared at her clenched fingers. "You never gave up on me when I was a vegetable, taking care of me even though I might not wake up. You must love me to bits if you could be that determined, and that's why I'll stick with you too. Do you get it?"

Erin feigned composure and snapped, "I was just being sympathetic! Love you? How did you get so thick-skinned, James Cross?"

Rising to her feet, she started to leave. "Since you don't want to talk it out, that's all I have to say!"

James did not move. "Erin."

Erin stopped wheeled on him. "What?"

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, studying her. "Would you really feel happy if you broke up with me?"

"At least I won't feel pressured,” Erin replied honestly.

“Then, how about this: I'll hook up with a couple girls tonight, get laid. Would that make you feel better?" James said, walking up to her.

Erin was quiet for a moment and bit her lip. "Do whatever you want. I don't care.”

She started towards the door, but James caught her wrist. "That's supposed to make us equal by your definition, no? What are you upset about? Because you don't want me to mess with other women?" "Nope." Erin denied it. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

“Lying is not a virtue," James told her.

“You're the liar here. I'm being serious," she said, and tried to shake him off. “Let me go."

James did not, and continued patiently, “Well, since you're serious, I'll get some girls here right now. Just sit over there and watch."

Erin glared at him. "You sicko!"

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