James X Edward นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His facial expression suddenly looked like he had seen something he had never expected. "Gary Davis?" James repeated the name, as if he knew who Xylan was referring to. Xylan noticed the way James was looking at him and he casually nodded, "Yes, General Gardner. Gary Davis." James gulped, "Gary Davis ... isn't he one of your ... personal servants, Your Highness?"

I could only hope it wasn’t on my account. “See, princess,” Edward said when we arrived. “James is here and celebrating.” “You knew, didn’t you?” I asked, as my eyes found him. He was sitting at a booth, another courtesan hanging off his every word, a bottle of champagne at the table in front of him. Jack sat opposite, clearly interested in the courtesan as well. “I’d heard. Your talent scout has offered him his big break. They’ll both be leaving town together in a few days.”

“Edward James: 28 years old. He is the CEO of EJ Technology Company, a leading company in the technology field. Despite his young age, he has made many admirable achievements in the field of technology. Although Edward James has never been. Publicize his total assets, but according to experts, it is not much less than the richest person in the country. Edward James is a rather mysterious person. He has never been involved in the noisy scandals that the rich often encountered. With his handsome appearance, with the huge total assets he is keeping, Edward James is always the ideal boyfriend model for girls. However, he has never made his girlfriend public.” “Edward James is a talented and weal

"Even though I don't fucking trust myself, Because, one, I might have really fucked that woman." James stood, his silhouette casting long shadows across the study's expanse. "Her name's Anastasia Brown, a model—not that well-known. Might be a grab for publicity, or maybe there's truth to it. You don't remember a damn thing, which makes this all the more intriguing." James says. "Get to the bottom of it, then," Xavier snarled, the command inherent in his posture, even seated. "Will do, Mr. Knight," James assured, his confidence grating against Xavier's nerves as he turned to leave, steps slow and measured—the calm before the storm that Xavier knew was brewing on the horizon.

James said to me. "Then so be it; it's not as if I gave a damn, and for your information, Edward is not my father. He stopped being my father six years ago, so even if I learn that he's going to spend the rest of his life in jail or that he has passed away, I won't care," I said to James, who was staring at me without uttering a single word. "By the way, why are you even asking me this despite knowing very well what he did to me six years ago, or are you trying to get me angry or something like that?" I asked James with furrowed brows.

Keenan replies evenly. The front door opens again before anyone can respond and James steps inside, slowing when he sees the tension. He works in marine engineering. He spends most days either at the docks inspecting boats or out on the water repairing engines. He is practical, steady, hands always a little rough from real work. There is nothing flashy about him. His presence fills the room quietly. “Hi,” he says looking between them. His father studies him openly. “And you are.” “James,” he replies. “Jess’s brother.”

"You have finally decided to be a man." "I have always been a man, James," Edward said with a small laugh. He collected his glass of rum and took a small sip before dropping it on his lap. "I have just been holding back on the things that I was meant to do..." he turned to James, "...but I have finally decided to do all of them and that happens to be the first one my list." "That, my friend, is the only good news that I have heard this morning and I think we should toast to that," James said with a chuckle that sounded more like a cough to Edward. He stretched his glass towards Edward and said, "cheers."

"James, since you know so much, then I am sure you know I love her, and I want to make her happy, please don't ruin it now" "Your apology is coming late Craig, she is not going to be yours". James said, and that was when the door to the trailer opened and another person came out of it, it was Edward and one of his men, and he had a broad smile on, which says. We got you now!

He was sure that James must have had an accident that left him unable to move his legs, forcing him to use a wheelchair. “So that's it. Get well soon.” Edward turned to leave. “Do you have time, Edward? Can we talk?” "About what?" James smiled slightly, truly hoping that Edward would talk to him. “About Zia. I miss her so much,” James said honestly. Edward didn't respond immediately. Hearing James mention his sister's name, his chest tightened. His hands clenched into fists, holding back his anger. Edward didn't want the person who had caused Zia so much pain to mention her name.

“No reason. Just... asking, I guess.” He was acting strange.Edward narrowed his eyes. “You sure you’re okay?” “I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine. Actually, you look like you’ve been hit by a truck.” He turned away. “I just have a lot on my mind.” Edward was quiet for a moment, then he continued, “You've been acting funny for a while. And now, you’re asking me about children. What the hell is going on?” James inhaled deeply, then held his gaze steadily. “Edward… there are some things I can’t say.”