Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
Chapter 69

"Creak"

Sophie heard the sound of the door opening, a dim light illuminating the room.

"Sophie." James' voice was deep.

Sophie pretended not to hear.

James raised his voice a bit, "Sophie!"

Sophie frowned but still didn't open her eyes, "What are you doing waking me up in the middle of the night?"

"Get up." James' tone was filled with uncontrollable anger.

Sophie got out of bed, equally furious. Staring at James standing at the door, she snapped, "James, have you lost your mind?"

Suddenly, James rushed forward. Sophie was startled, and the next second, she was pinned down on the bed. The dim light at the door cast an ambiguous shadow over James. Sophie's breathing hitched, but she eventually calmed down, "What on earth do you want?"

"Where were you tonight?"

"I was having dinner with a friend."

"Which friend?"

Sophie frowned, "I don't think I'm obliged to tell you that. Don't forget, we are just using each other for mutual benefits."

"Is that so?" James suddenly sneered.

Sophie realized something was wrong, and soon James yanked open her nightgown. "Legally, you are my wife. Shouldn't you fulfill the duties of a wife?" "James! You're crazy!"

James was overpowering, and he was about to completely tear her clothes off when Sophie, unable to bear it any longer, slapped him across the face.

'Smack!' A crisp slap echoed, and the room fell silent.

Sophie coldly said, "James, I am not your sextoy."

James' body, pressing down on Sophie, stiffened, and his chest heaved violently due to his recent actions.

"Get out!" Sophie pointed to the door, her eyes slightly red, perhaps from anger.

James came to his senses a bit, then got up and left Sophie's room.

As the door closed, James rubbed his temples. He must have been crazy to have done what he just did.

After a moment, James turned around, his hand reaching for the doorknob. He hesitated before ultimately deciding not to enter.

Inside the room, Sophie, because of the recent incident, quietly locked the door.

It seemed that tonight's events had truly angered James; she would have to be more cautious in the future.

The next morning, Marian, who usually woke her up, was nowhere to be seen. Sophie went downstairs, "Marian? Marian?"

After calling 'Marian' several times with no response, Sophie then noticed James sitting on the couch.

He was wearing a crisp white shirt, drinking coffee, his expression cool and distant, as if nothing had happened the night before. Sophie asked, "Where's Marian?"

"I gave her the day off," James replied.

Sophie asked irritably, "Then what am I supposed to have for breakfast?"

James glanced up nonchalantly, "Can't you cook for yourself?"

Sophie's face fell.

"If you can't cook, you could ask me nicely."

What a jerk! Sophie cursed in her mind.

James was clearly messing with her because of the incident last night.

Sophie marched straight to the kitchen, took out some eggs and bread from the fridge.