Chapter 125 A Brush With Death

• Awakened by Cynthia’s scream, James furrowed his brows and opened his eyes slowly to glance at her, only to find her standing in the corner. Currently, she was wrapped in a comforter and her expression was one of frustration. And so, he turned to his side and propped his head with his right hand, staring at her coldly without saying a word.
• She shivered, and her imposing attitude started to wear off as he gazed at her. Stubbornly, she wrapped the comforter tightly around herself.
• "What’s wrong? Why can’t I fight back when you’re being a hooligan? What did you do to me?"