Desperate Lovers

Chapter 81 Hiding a man in the ward?

(Including the mind blowers)

James' lips finally stopped less than 1cm away from hers, so close that she could feel the heat on her

face, "You smell of alcohol! Are you hiding a man in the ward?"

"No."

Angela's eyes blinked much faster than usual, and her palms were already sticky for sweating. "A

female friend from the club went through a bad breakup and fell asleep with a few drinks here,"she

said.

James stared at her for a moment and suddenly smiled. He let go of her, not sure whether he believed

what she said or not.

After a long time, he said to her, "Since someone's sleeping inside, I'm just gonna stay here. Go and

get a chair."

"Mmm," said Angela and opened the door slightly when she went in. But when she came out, she had

to open the door wider to move the chair.

As she closed the door, she looked in the direction where he was several times, pretending to be calm.

From the direction where he stood, he should not be able to see the person on the bed in the ward...

hopefully.

All her fidgetings were seen by James. He narrowed his eyes slightly and moved his lower lip

indecipherably.

Angela put the chair behind him and backed up a few steps, trying to create a space between herself

and him, "Mr. James, if there is nothing else, please allow me to get out of here."

For her, spending time with him was just like eating arsenic.

“Sit down.” said James.

Angela frowned and stopped frowning at once, "Keep your seat, Mr. James. I'm good with standing."

She didn't know what James meant, but it was impossible that he was actually caring about her.

James tapped on the back of the chair a few times with his long and bony fingers, his voice a few

degrees lower than earlier, "Sit here."

"Ok…" Angela went to the chair reluctantly, and sat down.

But her back was stiffened and straining, and her butt was just sitting on the small edge of the chair,

her right foot pointed outward, as if she intended to stand up and leave at any time.

The hallway was very bright under the round incandescent luminaire, yet it was not as warm as the

yellow lamp light.

With the white light shining on her face, Angela looked even more pale and bloodless.

“A man who has only met you a few times speak for you. Angela, you've grown in your ways."

James stood behind her, his hands propped on the arms of the chair, which looked like he was

embracing her in his arms.

Angela couldn't see his face, but she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, which made her

inexplicably insecure, her bone icy with scares.

Every nerve of her body was straining and tense. After a moment or two, she realized who he was

talking about, "Mr. James, you just give me too much honour. Mr. Sage would speak for me purely for

the sake of Miss Raya, it has nothing to do with me."

"That girl did have a lot of enthusiasm for you."

James let go of the armrest and straightened up, his voice less cold than before, "But I’ve told you a

long time ago, no one can help you."

Angela gripped her hands tightly and closed her eyes in pain, "Mr. James, thank you for reminding me,

I dare not be delusional."

"Go back, it's chilly outside."

James went through to the front of her and said, and then headed for the elevator.

Angela watched his figure casting a shallow shadow on the ground, hatred running wild and fermenting

in her blood, holding up her veins to explode, but there was nowhere for her to relieve it.

She remembered what people used to discuss that she was so lucky to be born into the Chante Family

with power and money.

She said, no matter how powerful and rich she was, she can’t have James’s love. What was the point?

As a result, reality slapped her in the face hard and painfully, his power forced her no place to go, even

death had become a luxury. She had to truckle to live every day in humiliation, struggling...

Ding!

The elevator came to a halt with “DING" and James entered the elevator.

Angela looked up and blinked. After a short pause, she carried the chair back to the ward.

In the ward, the smell of alcohol and disinfectant fluid mingled and reached her nostrils, making her

mind to be extremely clear.

"Fuck, you scheming bitch..."

Greyson grimaced and rolled over, kicking the covers to the floor, cursing about something in a low

voice, weeping and laughing at the same time.

Angela went over and picked up the quilt, tucked him in, and laid on the hospital bed.

Perhaps because it was his first time drinking, or because he drank too much, Greyson was thrashing Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

half the night, throwing up and shouting, and didn't stop until the dawn of the next day.

The influsion Angela used contain some hypnotic ingredients, and she was so tired from taking care of

her brother that fell asleep not long after lying on the bed.

The sky was blue and the clouds were white. The day was crisp and clear.

Under the sycamore at school, Jessica was standing in a white dress, her long black shoulder-length

soft hair fell on to her shoulder, fair and sweet.

People came and went, and couldn’t help looking at her from time to time.

Angela was in a crop top and hot pants, wearing a pair of limited edition headphones of Beats around

her neck. She was chewing gum, sauntered closer to Jessica slovenly, "What's up? Why do you ask

me out alone?"

Without waiting for Jessica to answer, she blew a big bubble, bit into it, and grinned, "Are you going to

send me a birthday present and yet you don’t want others to know what it is?"

"Happy birthday, may our little princess Angela be eighteen years old forever and become more and

more beautiful!"

Jessica smiled, her eyes looked like a crescent moon, and handed her a beautifully wrapped gift box.

“What is it?”

Angela took the gift box and was about to open it, "I'm beautiful enough, if I get more beautiful, even

god will be jealous of me, so you could wish me getting married with James and have a healthy boy!"

The light in Jessica's eyes grew dark, and she put her hands on Angela’s hand, "Open it when you get

home."

"All right!"

Angela clutched the gift box under her arm and winked at her, "Don't get too dressed up and steal my

thunder tonight, James is going to propose to me tonight!"

When she finished, she put on her headphones and hummed as she walked back.

Jessica trotted a few steps and grabbed Angela’s hand from behind, "Angela, there was something I

wanted to tell you."

"What?"

Angela took off her headphones, leaned against the tree, and blew a big bubble.

Jessica bit her lips, her eyes twinkling, "I've also had a crush for James for years!"

The bubble burst with a bang, covering half of Angela’s face with gum, which made her look a bit funny.

Jessica, her best friend, now told her that she liked James?

And she liked him very much?

"I wanted to keep my love for James hidden in my heart forever and kept it a secret to myself.

However, two months ago, from the moment I found out that you two were going to be engaged on

your birthday party, I've had trouble sleeping at night and spent every second in pain and suffering

through."

The dark eye circles around Jessica’s eyes weren't very obvious, but it was enough to see that she was

tired.

With the gift box under her arm, Angela expressionlessly used her other hand to pick the gum stuck to

her face, her fingertips trembling slightly, "Why do you tell me if you decidrs to keep it a secret to

yourself?"

"I love James as much as you do, even more than you do."

Jessica locked at Angela’s eyes and pointed to her own heart and said,

"That love has been hidden inside for so long that it can't be hidden anymore."

The gum stuck too tightly to her face, she couldn’t take all of it off. It instead turned into a dark mass,

which made Angela’s face look more pale, and a bit funny.

She simply gave up trying to take the gum off and looked at Jessica and said,

"So?"