Desperate Lovers

WHAM!

Her forehead hit the window glass hard and it hurt a little.

Angela rubbed gently as she lifted her head to see what was happening.

The driver cursed and got out of the car.

As soon as he saw that it was a Bentley got hit, his face turned green.

"It's really bad luck. I was told that transporting the dregs of society from prison every day wouldn't turn out well, but it sure doesn't!"

Just getting out of the car, Angela was pushed by the grumpy driver and fell heavily into the snow.

The people around him were curious and scowling.

Her face was white and she hung her head, with shame and pain.

Until, a pair of shiny leather shoes came into her view.

She hesitated and peered up along the handmade trousers and saw the face that had appeared in her dreams so many times.

The year when Angela was born, Mrs. Chante asked someone to predict her future fortune.

The man said she'd had a good life for the first twenty years, but the rest of her life would be a rough one.

I never thought that after all these years, a prophecy would come true.

James seems to be even more handsome than two years ago.

Just that look of disgust at her was no different from two years ago.

She stared at him, half-heartedly, before suddenly realizing how ugly she was now, and lowered her head in disbelief.

She struggled to get up from the ground, but when she moved, she was pressed against his shoulder by the black umbrella in his hand.

"Are you a dumb now?

Can't even say hello?"

Her legs ached, and being pressed against him like that was like having pins stuck in her knees.

It was so cold, but she was painfully sweaty.

Gritting her teeth, she spoke in a shaky voice.

"Mr. Harvey, Long Time No See!"

James looked at her condescendingly. He couldn't see clearly in the car. Then he got out and found it was Angela lying there.

He already forgot today was her release date.

Honestly, Angela changed a lot.

She had a dry bob instead of the long, well-cared hair. It was flatly required by the detention center.

Plus a sallow face with a couple overlapped scars.

She no longer jibed with the elated lady of the Chante Family.

But he wasn't surprised.

How could you expect her to have a pretty look when she just got freed from prison?

By seeing how embarrassed Angela was, James appeared to be more frigid than the blizzard tonight. "You look different."

Angela stunned. She raised her head, and found James was lighting up a cigarette.

His charming face was silhouetted by the rising smokes, which made him more coquettish.

James chuckled lightly, "Now that he affirms himself to be unlucky today, we can just leave him like this.

Take the employee number down, Lee. And send him the compensation contract later." He told his secretary.

All at once, those words came like a thunderbolt to the driver.

Angela rooted there. She didn't know how to respond.

She was too nervous to move. James looked decisive and brutal, same as he was two years ago.

Angela didn't dare to provoke him.

"Mr. Harvey, if there's nothing else, can I leave now?"

"You want to leave?"

He caught the word and raised her chin up by his fingertips. Then a cold voice came,

"Angela, you should know that, two years wouldn't be long enough to expiate your guilt." Angela shivered with fear, despite the cold weather.

Everytime she thought of the terrible torture in prison, she began to tremble all over.

By the time she went to jail, the Chante Family abandoned her undoubtedly.

No one ever came to visit her in the past two years.

She knew it was James's command.

She was a fish on the chopping board for him, to be slaughtered with no resistance.

But now."