Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 935

"This is James Leng speaking. Who's on the line?" The voice that came through on the phone sounded as warm as the sounds of nature, but it stabbed into Ximena's heart violently like a piece of pointed ice, sharp and cold.

Her hand, in which the cellphone was held, was even trembling, while her throat was tight. Hearing his voice, which she had once been very familiar with, she felt her nose ache all of a sudden.

Hearing no answer on the phone, James frowned slightly and put down the scissors, which he was holding in his hand at that moment. In confusion, he asked again, "Excuse me...Who do you want to speak to?"

Hearing his voice again, Ximena's eyes turned red in an instant. She raised her head to prevent herself from shedding tears. Otherwise, she would feel she was too coward.

"Ximena? Is this you?" Out of nowhere, James guessed. While he looked at the potted plant he had just clipped, wild sadness spilled over his eyes. He could feel the unhappiness under the silence of the person on the other end of the phone. He opened his mouth slightly several times, intending to comfort her or ask her what had happened. The words were about to spill over his throat. However, what Aaron had said to him in the hospital previously kept resounding in his ears.

'James, she no longer has any relationship with you. Don't show your care for her and never come to bother her, unless you want her to go on feeling painful.'

With Aaron's words rolling in his mind, James closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and tightened his grip on the cellphone, so as to vent the bitterness in his heart. After a while, he had calmed down, in an indifferent tone, he asked, "It's so late now. Do you have anything to say to me?"

Hearing his plain and distant voice, Ximena felt her heart was shattered. All of a sudden, she felt that calling him was a ridiculous move. Regardless of the reason, she had become Aaron's commodity and she had no reason at all to be attached with James, that's Aaron's self-explanatory rule. With such an identity, how could she seek comfort from James? Besides, he no longer cared about the mutual understanding they had made under the sky in that romantic night several years ago, did he?

"James..." feeling parched, Ximena opened her mouth. She opened her eyes wide in order to prevent herself from showing her sadness, even though the person on the other end of the phone could not see that. Taking a deep breath silently, she said slowly, "The jade seal is missing!"

Hearing that, James opened his eyes. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'm sorry," Taking a deep breath, Ximena tried her best to make her voice sound calm. "I always want to find an opportunity to give it back to you, but it happens that I've lost it because of my greed."

"You need not say sorry to me," James said with an expression of bitterness at the corners of his mouth. A moment ago, he had thought about how to hold it off to her. However, hearing what she had said, he found that perhaps she had not taken the past between the two of them to heart since the day he had turned his back on her. "In fact, when I gave it to you, I had no intentions of taking it back. Something without significance or function would only be an ornament to me; it's yours, and you can feel free to toss it away," he said.

Hearing that, Ximena's heart hurt seemed to lurch out from her chest and the corners of her mouth twitched. Trying to wear a smile on her lips, she said in an indifferent tone, "If that is true, it could not be better." She paused and let out a breath of relief, yet deep inside she was shattered. "Then I'm not bothering you any longer. Bye," she said in a relaxed tone as if she didn't care a scrap about his attitude.

Without waiting for James' response, she hung up the phone as quickly as she could, just like a careless bitch, no buts, ifs and false hopes. Feeling even more desolate this time, she placed her face between her legs again. A bitter smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. Gradually, two streams of hot moist tears slid across her cheeks.

She was alone. She had always been alone.