Chapter 266 - 273 Refusal

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Chapter 266: Chapter 273 Refusal"Ah!" James Brown was in the midst of his showy moves when he suddenly let out a low cry, quickly lifting his head with one hand over his mouth, his lips now unbearably painful, and there was a salty taste - Helen Wilson had actually bitten through them. "Are you a dog or something?" James Brown was bitten quite harshly, the pain instantly wiping away all his desire, glaring at Helen Wilson angrily. Searᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. A hint of regret flickered in Helen Wilson’s eyes, but she immediately retorted with glaring eyes, "I told you I’m not playing this game, who asked you to force me, this is your lesson." "You... you... I’m really at your mercy." James Brown, frustrated, flipped out of bed and went to the bathroom to check on his wound. At that moment, Helen Wilson also tried to sit up, but pain surged up from below her belly, her mouth twitching slightly as she muttered to herself with a bitter smile, "This is really getting out of hand." Now that she had calmed down, Helen Wilson was filled with regret. How could she do such a thing just now? She was so foolish. James Brown, that guy, has a girlfriend and even has ambiguous relationships with several women; he is not at all the life partner she had in mind. And to give her first time to James Brown was just too much of a loss. "Alas, modern men and women don’t take such things too seriously, aren’t they saying if you want to find a virgin to marry, do you have to go back to junior high? I think my future husband won’t mind either." In the end, Helen Wilson could only find an excuse she could barely accept, then her mood calmed down a bit. Just then, James Brown had come out of the bathroom. He had dawdled for quite a while inside, not because of the pain on his mouth, but because he suddenly found bloody traces below his belly. He was no virgin, how could he not know where the blood came from. Having interacted with Helen Wilson for so long, he roughly knew that she should be a virgin, but having it confirmed that he was the one who broke it gave him a headache. How should he face Helen Wilson in the future, and how should he handle their relationship? Already his emotional life was a mess, with Helen Wilson added to the mix, wasn’t this just making things more troublesome for himself? He truly regretted not having resisted Helen Wilson’s dominance just now; he was entirely capable of doing so. Back in the bedroom, James Brown saw Helen Wilson still lying in bed, covered with a thin blanket, but Helen Wilson’s bra was still on the headboard, and her underwear was on the floor. Needless to say, Helen Wilson was still naked. Rubbing his nose, James Brown sat down on the bed, just about to find the words to speak to Helen Wilson when she disdainfully waved her hand and said, "Don’t act so wronged, isn’t it just that we had sex? Your manhood isn’t that precious; do you have to be as aggrieved as a little wife?" James Brown’s eyes widened, and he let out a dry laugh, saying, "I’m not aggrieved." "Then that settles it. But honestly, you’re not that great, it was quite uncomfortable for me, I’m really not interested in you anymore," Helen Wilson said, shaking her head, clearly very dissatisfied, "Just go to sleep, it’s rare to be able to sleep in, it’d be a waste not to." At this point, James Brown was somewhat at a loss on how to face Helen Wilson, but her words at least allowed him to feel less awkward. Seeing that it was still early, he simply climbed into bed, lifted the thin blanket, and snuggled in as well. "This pillow is a bit low, lend me your arm to use as a pillow," Helen Wilson faced James Brown with a very calm and natural expression. James Brown’s eyes met Helen Wilson’s, and he suddenly understood her intention, smiling faintly, extending his hand from under her neck, holding Helen Wilson in his embrace, and said, "My chest isn’t bad either, let it comfort you, you’ll sleep even better." "It’s hard and lumpy, what’s so good about it?" Helen Wilson said so, but still leaned into James Brown’s chest and closed her eyes. James Brown actually wanted to ask Helen Wilson why she did this today, but knowing her character, she definitely would not be willing to talk, so he simply played dumb, embracing this policewoman who gave him mixed feelings, and fell into a deep sleep. The two were awakened by the ringing of James Brown’s phone, a call from John Smith, asking James Brown where he was, claiming he would come to pick him up soon. James Brown yawned immediately and said, "I haven’t gotten up yet, you wait a moment." "Heh heh, Mr. Lee, with such a sister-in-law to accompany you, it’s normal to get up late, I’ll just wait for Mr. Lee’s call." John Smith naturally thought of James Brown’s alluring lover. If he had such a lover, he would certainly want to cherish every day wrapped up in her embrace. After hanging up the call, James Brown and Helen Wilson hurriedly got out of bed, and as Helen Wilson stood up, she couldn’t help but let out a cry, clutching her lower belly. James Brown immediately showed his concern and asked, "How’s it going?" Helen Wilson grinned and said, "It’s nothing, had I known it would be this uncomfortable, I wouldn’t have played along with you." James Brown, caught between laughter and tears, said, "If that’s the case, why don’t you take a break today, and I’ll handle it myself." "How could I do that? I’ve been waiting for this day for a while now. I have to go no matter what." James Brown knew Helen Wilson wouldn’t miss it for the world, but he still expressed his concern: "Are you sure you can do it?" "What could possibly go wrong? I’m perfectly fine." Helen Wilson puffed out her chest to prove her wellbeing but suddenly noticed James Brown’s gaze fixed on her bust. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as she snapped, "You jerk, what are you still looking at? Haven’t you seen enough all night?" "Oh... Yeah, I’ve seen enough." James Brown quickly tried to explain, but then he noticed Helen Wilson’s complexion wasn’t looking great and realized that saying he had ’seen enough’, right after becoming intimate, was a huge insult to a woman. He quickly added, "No... I haven’t seen enough." Seeing James Brown’s reaction, Helen Wilson felt a sudden satisfaction inside her and snorted, "Haven’t seen enough? Well, you won’t get to see any more in the future. Hurry up and wash up; I still need to put makeup on you." James Brown promptly agreed and scurried to the bathroom like one fleeing for their life. Half an hour later, James Brown and Helen Wilson arrived downstairs where John Smith had been waiting in the lobby. This guy had gotten beaten up by James Brown the day before, resulting in his face scraping against the ground and several scrapes, and now he had a thin scab from the medicine applied, which made him look quite pitiful. "Brother Johnson, what happened to you?" James Brown pretended not to know and purposely exclaimed in shock. John Smith gave James Brown a scrutinizing look, noting that he did resemble the man he had seen yesterday, but since there are many people in the world who look alike, especially when there’s an age difference, he didn’t give it another thought. With an awkward laugh, he said, "Had a bit too much to drink last night and took a nasty fall." As he spoke, the gap from a missing tooth was exposed, making him look like a child losing his milk teeth – something that couldn’t help but amuse onlookers. "Geez, you even knocked out a few teeth; that was quite the fall," James Brown exaggerated with another exclamation. John Smith grew even more uncomfortable, but the embarrassing events of yesterday weren’t something he could mention in front of James Brown - that would be even more disgraceful. So, he just chuckled awkwardly and said, "Mr. Lee, let’s get ready early today. We’re dealing with cash this evening, and I’ll help you withdraw the cash." James Brown understood the other party was worried that he wouldn’t have the money ready when the goods were prepared, so he promptly replied, "No problem." The three men left the lobby, and there was already a jeep parked outside. Though not a great vehicle, it was spacious. The driver was a lean middle-aged man whose pronounced knuckles led James Brown to conclude that the driver must have been a soldier, and not your average grunt. At the bank, James Brown presented his gold card, bypassing any queue as staff from the bank were appointed to serve him exclusively. To appear financially robust, he and Helen Wilson had deliberately gotten this kind of gold card when setting up their account, especially since the bank was eager for them to have one with an existing sum of ten thousand. He withdrew six hundred thousand, placing it into a briefcase with a combination lock, and John Smith drove them back to the hotel. His mission was to keep an eye on James Brown until the money was ready; the rest would be handled by others. Back at the hotel, James Brown found himself alone with Helen Wilson again, somewhat unsure of how to act, but Helen Wilson made no mention of last night’s events, acting as if nothing had happened at all. After eating, she went out alone, instructing James Brown to stay and not go anywhere. It was only around 3 p.m. that Helen Wilson came back, bringing some items with her, and began tinkering with her purse. James Brown was quite familiar with these items; they were surveillance devices. Helen Wilson wasn’t just planning to investigate but also needed to gather solid evidence, making these devices essential. Initially, while interacting with John Smith, these items were unnecessary and could have even risked exposure, but now that the actual transaction was to take place, it was time for Helen Wilson to bring them out. James Brown started to help, and Helen Wilson, assuming he wouldn’t know much about the devices, was surprised to see him handling them even better than her. She stepped aside and watched as James Brown fiddled with them. Watching his adeptness, Helen Wilson’s eyes narrowed; this James Brown was no ordinary man. Finding that hidden camera in the club was impressive enough, and his ability to determine how to avoid being caught by the camera’s angle, knowing the field of view it captured – these weren’t skills an average person would possess. Even the specialized instructors at the police academy probably couldn’t manage this feat, and to think they hadn’t even covered such techniques – it seemed they hadn’t mastered them at all. As she watched, Helen Wilson’s gaze became increasingly intense and captivated.

Chapter 266 - 273 Refusal

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