A Vengeful Ex-Wife
Chapter 462 Skin And Bones

Maria could tell that Coy was unhappy, but she ignored it. This little boy was naturally cheery, and he would soon feel better later. Upon Norman and Bob's arrival at the urban area, it began raining in H City.

There were frequent power outages in the mountain, and tonight was no different. Once it started raining, the electricity was soon cut off. Maria sat quietly at the table, fiddling with the Buddhist beads. The sound of rustling leaves and falling rain calmed her heart; she felt tranquil.

Halfway through the white candle's embers, she looked back at the bed, where her child was currently sleeping soundly.

He fell asleep the second he lay on the bed. But he had moved around during his sleep and occupied some of the space where she was supposed to sleep in. Maria quietly got up and walked to the bedside. She bent and gave Coy's forehead a kiss. As soon as her lips touched his forehead, happiness filled her heart.

It would be even better if Bob was also here with her.

Two months passed by in the blink of an eye.

Lately, the weather in H City was mostly cloudy and rainy. It was always so gloomy, and it seemed like it would rain any second.

At this time, a tiny monk was performing several barrel rolls in a row in the yard, attracting many pilgrims' attention.

"He's so cute!"

"Indeed. I want to take photos of him and post them online! Maybe I can get a lot of post likes and shares."

"I heard that he's not even two years old yet. He's so awesome!"

Meanwhile, a black Harkim pulled over at the gate of the nunnery inconspicuously.

In order to make things more convenient for Bob and Coy to see each other, Cooper built this road more than a year ago. Consequently, other people could use it to drive up and down the mountain. James, in a dark suit, got out of the car, looking noble and aloof. As soon as he got out of the car, he attracted many people's attention. He became just as popular as the tiny monk of the nunnery. He looked thin and pale, but it didn't affect his good looks at all.

He was followed by an assistant and two bodyguards. He stood beside the car, looking around for something. With his assistant's guidance, he entered the nunnery through the side door.

In there, the little monk was playing with other children. James passed him by without even glancing. He then heard a young nun calling out from afar. "Coy, come here. We're going to pick cherries!" The boy immediately rushed forward, surpassing the man's footsteps, and threw himself into the nun's arms. "Lucille, I like cherries."

Lucille held him in her arms and walked in a different direction. "You want to eat some cherries, do you?

Which part of you wants to eat them?"

The boy pointed at his mouth. "My mouth!"

Lucille couldn't resist the urge to giggle.

Coy adjusted his position in her arms and put his head on her shoulder. At this time, he happened to see a man heading towards the backyard, followed by several others.

And this man looked like his father!

He knew what his father looked like because his brother had shown him photos of their father.

"Dad!" Coy muttered.

Lucille didn't hear him clearly. "What did you say?"

James opened the door of the backyard, disappearing from Coy's sight. Casting that thought aside, the boy thought of the cherries again and started drooling.

He really wanted to have some cherries.

The backyard was where the nuns were located. Additionally, this was where pilgrims would temporarily reside. At this moment, they had just returned from the Buddhist prayer room and were busy doing their own things.

The assistant led James to the door of a room. They then exchanged glances, and then the assistant nodded.

James' eyes was laden with complicated emotions. After a while, he raised his bony hand and knocked on the wooden door.

Before long, footsteps could be heard from inside.

Creak! The door was opened from inside.

A familiar face appeared before James, leaving both of them frozen in shock.

The assistant nodded at the woman inside the room, and led the bodyguards away from James and Maria.

When Maria heard the knocking at the door, she thought that it was just one of the nuns.

But to her great surprise, James appeared before her; her pupils gradually dilated.

They hadn't seen each other for over two years. His body was skinny, pale, and bony. But despite all of that, he was still handsome.

She was too shocked to say anything for a long time. His eyes were overcame with mixed emotions. He then took a step forward, entering the room.

The moment he approached, the scent of disinfectant wafted into her nose.

As he took one more step forward, Maria staggered back. Her breathing sped up, and her lips trembled. She still couldn't utter a word.

"Mia." The sound of his familiar voice rang in her ears, and it echoed throughout the furthest reaches of her psyche.

Maria clenched her Buddhist beads, trying to regain her sanity and composure. She bit her lower lip, bypassed the man, and walked to the door. She beckoned at him and said, "Please... I implore you to leave."

'Leave?'

James turned around, looking at her. Despite her resistance, he closed the door and pressed her against it.

As their bodies clung to each other, he lowered his head and whispered, "It's been two years and three months."

Maria could feel the warmth of his breath on her ear and cheek. Her heart which had been mostly asleep for the past two years was now awakened by him.

She tried her best to calm down and push him away. However, the seemingly frail man didn't move at all. Left with no other choice, she said, "This is a sacred place. Please don't mess around!" James stretched out his arms, embracing her and exerting some hidden strength. "Mia, come home with me. Please?" He hadn't realized that she had lost a lot of weight until he hugged her like this. While Maria was struggling to break away from him, she accidentally nudged his wound. He moved away from him and started coughing violently.

She looked at him in panic. Never had she seen him this week. In her eyes, James was a man who looked slender in clothes but was actually muscular and well -built. But now, it seemed as though a strong gust of wind could blow him away.

When she thought of her current identity and the environment she was living in, Maria bit back all of her words of concern.

After coughing for nearly a minute with his hand over his chest, James finally felt better.

The second Maria tried to move, he stretched out his arm to bar her path.

He lowered his head, panting. After giving her forehead a gentle kiss, he repeated what he said earlier. "Mia, come home with me."

His kiss was tender, but his lips felt a bit cold.

After saying that, he turned his face aside and started coughing again.

Seeing him like this, Maria thought that it was better to end things with him once and for all. She took a deep breath, regaining her composure. "James, you and I are from completely different worlds now. I won't go back, and you don't have to come here again. Everything in H City has nothing to do with me, and we no longer have any ties together."

"But what about Bob? Doesn't he have anything to do with you?" he asked with difficulty.

"He's an exception. I'm satisfied that I get to see him from time to time."

He grabbed her hand and said, "Please, come home with me. You'll be able to see your child every single day."

His hands were so cold that Maria was startled. "Mr. Xi, please leave as soon as possible. You don't have to say anything to me. Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine now. From now on, please don't visit me again."

After saying that, she struggled to break free from his grip, opened the door and said to James' assistant, "Please take him away!"