Divorce and Freedom No More Homemaker for Him novel Chapter 875

Chapter 875 A Gentle Breeze

Since they had been drinking, James called a driver.

Finished

Halle sat in the back with him. The moment they got in, he wrapped an arm around her waist and rested his whole head on her shoulder.

James grumbled, “I can’t compete with you young, sturdy types. A little alcohol and I’m dizzy. Let me borrow your shoulder.”

Halle was speechless for a moment.

“You’d be great at stand-up,” Halle said.

“If you like listening, I’ll perform just for you.” James leaned his whole body practically against her, showing exactly what “clingy” looked like.

Logically, a grown man leaning over should have felt heavy, but Halle barely felt much pressure. She knew he was holding back. He just wanted an excuse for physical contact.

If not for the accident the night Ayla’s divorce was finalized-also, the night Halle ended up sleeping with James-she would never have let him push his luck like this.

But they had already slept together, and James was no innocent boy. That night, they had been bold enough that she didn’t mind this quite as much now.

James carried a faint, lovely scent. When he came close, paired with his clean, easy presence, the fragrance wasn’t cold or sharp. It was like a gentle wind with a trace of coolness.

Being near him felt like a breeze. She liked it very much.

Soon, the car reached their neighborhood.

James suddenly came back to life. “I’ll walk you home first.”

Halle said, “Didn’t you say your son misses me? We should go to your place first and see him.

James replied, “That brat is probably snoring right now. His tiny head doesn’t have room for you. Don’t get too attached to him.”

James took Halle’s hand and started walking toward her place.

Halle went silent.

She opened the door, and James, who had claimed he was only seeing her to the door, shamelessly followed her inside.

Halle shot him a look.

James immediately went full rogue. “My lady, I drank, and now I’m so thirsty. Can you pour me a glass of water? Consider it payment for walking you home.“

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Chapter 875 A Gentle Breeze

Flushed.

The words “my lady” instantly reminded Halle of the time she got drunk and James took care of her, calling her that over and over. She suspected he was doing it off purpose, choosing a late night like this to stir up old memories.

Clearly, he really was doing it on purpose.

His eyes were gorgeous, and right now his gaze was especially deep. One extra look and she’d get zapped.

Halle looked away instinctively and went to pouhim water, even forgetting to tell him to leave.

James had used his face to seduce her. Her brain failed to keep up; she lost that round, and he smoothly talked his way into her living room.

As Halle poured the water, she silently cursed him out a few times.

She poured a glass for herself first, took several gulps, then finally poured one for James.

James was looking around. “It’s been forever since I came over. You’ve changed a lot of the soft furnishings again. Very you. Did you go exhibition-hopping again?”

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James stopped in front of a bold avant-garde painting. “This style really pops out. Is this artist still exhibiting? Take me next time.”

Halle still remembered the look of disgust on Edgar’s face the first time he came to her home. Edgar liked things gentle, harmless, obedient-and he wanted to force her to change.

Different tastes were normal. Forcing someone else to change just to satisfy your own need for control? That was inhuman.

Halle bought whatever she liked and never cared how anyone else saw it. Even if James had said he hated it, she wouldn’t have cared. This was her home. She called the shots. Her own liking was enough.

But she could tell James wasn’t just flattering her. He was genuinely interested.

Respecting each other’s tastes felt good.

And when something you loved was appreciated and loved by someone else, too, thai rappiness doubled. “Sure,” Halle said, handing him the glass.

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