The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 443 - 450: Which Room Is It In?

Chapter 443: Chapter 450: Which Room Is It In?

Emily Berns didn’t enter the bathroom. The entanglement between her and James Brown, though making her resent James for many years, left even herself at a loss to explain her mindset. Sometimes, while alone, she would reflect on whether she had been too impulsive in giving birth to this child for James.

Although she occasionally reflected on this, she didn’t regret it. She was a stubborn girl—once she’d made a choice, even if it was a mistake, she wouldn’t look back. Every time she faced hardship or difficulties, she would think of James, that bastard, and vow to get her revenge on him. This belief had stayed with her all these years.

But now, faced with James again, she suddenly realized she didn’t truly hate him. It felt just like when they were together in the past, when she used to tease him or bicker with him—simply trying to attract his attention.

"Hey, hey! Do you have any men’s clothes here?" After who knows how long, Emily heard James calling her from the bathroom.

"What a joke. There’s no man in my house, so why would I have men’s clothes?" Emily walked to the bathroom door, grinning mischievously. "How about I grab a couple of my clothes for you? You can make do with them?"

"I don’t intend to cross-dress. If you don’t have anything, forget it. Lucky for me, I enjoy sleeping naked. Hey, hey, I’m coming out now."

"Come out then! It’s not like I haven’t seen it before." Emily said this, but quickly turned her head away.

The bathroom door opened, and James poked his head out. Seeing Emily with her head turned, he chuckled and said, "Why are you still here? I’m really going to come out."

Without turning back, Emily shouted, "Come out then! Stop yapping so much. The second room on the sunny side upstairs is your room."

James responded casually, "It looks like that’s not your bedroom. So after all these years apart, you’re not sleeping in the same room as me? What a buzzkill."

"Get lost!" Emily roared.

"Haha..." James laughed aloud and bounded upstairs.

Emily listened as James’ footsteps faded toward the stairs, finally unable to resist turning quickly to check. She saw him wrapped in a white bath towel, certainly not bare-bottomed.

Emily couldn’t help but laugh softly. That bastard hadn’t changed—he still loved scaring her like before.

"Ah! That’s my bath towel! How could it be wrapped around him?" Emily’s face flushed. That bath towel was her personal one; now that James had used it, it felt like an indirect touch on her own body.

Although Emily and James had only been impulsive that one time in the past, she hadn’t truly experienced the intimacy shared between a man and a woman. Couples sharing towels or personal items might be normal, but to Emily, this felt overwhelmingly intimate.

Covering her flushed face, Emily entered the bathroom. The lingering heat and steam inside gave it an ethereal quality. She could still, seemingly, catch a whiff of James’ scent, which only made her heartbeat race faster. Her fair face grew red enough to bleed.

The bathtub was full, with foam from the bath liquid still floating on top. Emily pursed her lips and muttered, "Bastard! Finished bathing but didn’t bother draining the water." She moved to let the water out.

But as soon as her hand dipped into the tub, Emily suddenly froze. Her expression shifted unpredictably, holding the pose for a full two minutes before she straightened up. She tiptoed to the bathroom door, peeking out cautiously. Seeing no sign of James, she closed the door and locked it, finally letting her clothes slip off.

Emily had an excellent figure—slim and graceful, full where it counted, trim where it didn’t. Though there was a faint scar on her slender abdomen, it didn’t detract from her beauty.

After undressing, Emily went to the door again, listening attentively for movement outside. Hearing nothing from James, she exhaled in relief. Turning her eyes toward the bathtub, she finally lifted her leg and stepped inside.

Submerging everything except her head, Emily sank her body deep into the water. She had done this countless times before, but tonight felt remarkably different.

The water was comfortably warm, wrapping her in a sensation akin to being held by James. She suddenly felt intoxicated, letting out a soft hum as a wave of indescribable contentment enveloped her.

When James had been rough with her during their first encounter, the pain had far outweighed any pleasure. To this day, Emily still didn’t know what male-female intimacy truly felt like, nor what it meant to be held by someone who loved her. But now, soaking in water James had bathed in, she felt like she might begin to understand a little of it.

Only when the water cooled did Emily reluctantly emerge, drying herself off. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks flushed again. She wondered if James, seeing her like this, would be as impulsive as he’d been that one time.

"Ugh! I’ve got a scar on my stomach. What if he finds it off-putting? I’ve heard men lose interest in women after they give birth to their children."

The thought made Emily feel nervous. Rubbing at the scar on her abdomen, her brows knitted tightly in worry.

After a long time, Emily left the bathroom, donning a silk nightgown. She looked like an ethereal lotus emerging fresh from the water, beautiful beyond comparison, befitting the admiration of her countless fans.

Tiptoeing upstairs, Emily eyed the two doors ahead. The first was hers, while James should be in the second room. Should she stay in her room tonight or go to James’?

"Humph! That bastard made me suffer all these years. Does he think I’ll forgive him so easily? No way!"

"But if I don’t, that guy might slip out tomorrow morning, and I’ll lose him for good."

"Now that he knows about our daughter, even if he doesn’t care about me, he has to care about her. He’ll definitely come looking for us."

"He disappeared after our first time together. This time, learning there’s a whole new little burden, he might run even farther away."

Emily’s inner turmoil raged as conflicting thoughts battled in her mind. Each time she took a step toward James’ room, she’d retreat before deciding. After biting her lip, she finally made a decision. She pushed open James’ door and shouted, "Hey, bastard! What are you up to? Huh..."

Only to find the room empty. There was no trace of James—not even a sign that he’d entered.

"James Brown! You bastard! You ran away!" Emily yelled angrily, storming out and rushing downstairs. But outside in the courtyard, there was only the rustle of the evening breeze—James was nowhere to be found.

"Bastard! Son of a bitch! You dare run! You dare!" Emily stomped in fury, her face turning green with rage.

After venting her anger, she had no choice but to sulk back upstairs. But as she passed the bathroom door, she suddenly had a thought. She quickly dashed inside and noticed James’ clothes still there, including his underwear. A glint of realization crossed her eyes—this house didn’t have any men’s clothes, meaning if James truly wanted to leave, he’d have to streak across town.

Emily wasn’t foolish enough to believe that. Running up the stairs again, she hesitated at her bedroom door. If James happened to be inside her room, what would she do? Chase him out? Or let him stay?

"You shameless scoundrel! Humph! Think you can fool me so easily? Do you think I’m that accessible? That you can just do whatever you want to me?" Emily steeled herself inwardly, muttering fiercely. If James was indeed in her room, he’d get no mercy—she’d chase him out without hesitation.

Taking a deep breath, Emily pushed open her room’s door and switched on the light.

But the room was empty. Emily’s face immediately darkened. If James had been there, she had already worked out how she’d confront and chastise him. But with no trace of him, she felt an inexplicable sense of loss.

Storming out of her room, Emily checked the third and fourth rooms but found no sign of James. She ran back downstairs, searching through the two rooms below, but he still remained missing.

After spinning in circles fruitlessly, Emily returned to her room in frustration. Throwing herself onto the bed, she cursed James under her breath. But there was nothing else she could do. Closing her eyes, she drifted off into a restless sleep.

She didn’t know how long she had slept when faint noises pulled her from slumber. She had never been a deep sleeper; insomnia was frequent, and seeing James had only worsened it. The faint noises outside instantly made her alert.

It was the sound of footsteps, which initially startled Emily, making her think it might be an intruder. But then her lips curled into a smile—this must be James, that bastard, sneaking back after hiding somewhere earlier.

"Humph! You slimeball! I’m going to find out which room you’re in, and when I do, I’ll make sure you regret testing my patience!"

Her smugness disappeared quickly, though, as she realized the steps weren’t coming from just one person—they sounded like several, accompanied by drawers being opened and rummaged through. It suddenly felt as though the house had been invaded... by actual thieves.