Chapter 43

“James Marshall, don’t even think about it! I don’t like you. I really, really don’t like you. I despise you, and I hate you! You get up now,” The more Sarah thought about it, the more she felt wronged and the tearier her eyes became. She started sobbing, and her voice became hoarse.

When James saw her with no intention to stop crying, he slowly got up, took a wet wipe, and handed it to her. He comforted her with his baritone voice. “Don’t cry. I promise you, I won’t kiss you anymore.”

When Sarah heard the man’s lonely voice, her heart inexplicably choked for a second.

No, he deserved it.

Sarah sniffled and wiped her tears. She then stood up and started packing her things.

As she was packing, James stood by the bedside and watched in silence.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out from him.

Discounting the study materials she brought with her, everything in this bedroom, including the clothes she was wearing, belonged to the Marshall family so there real