Desperate Lovers

Hmm?

Angela froze and looked at James along with the eyes of the crowd.

James walked out of the crowd with an expressionless face, the sunlight shining on him, the collar casting a shadow on his collarbone, which was ascetic but sexy.

Angela subconsciously looked at the middle of his suit pants. She couldn't tell if the injury was serious, but when she looked closely, she could find he wasn't walking as normal. "Have you seen enough?

Emm?"

James walked to Angela, bent down and asked in a low voice beside her ear.

Angela turned her eyes from him with embarrassment and said in a voice that only they could hear.

"

"I'm sorry..."

The crowd did not know what the two was saying, but they saw their intimate behavior and whispered as if no one was watching.

Then the crowd was so perplexed.

Didn't Mr. James have a bad relationship with Angela?

It didn't look like that!

Jessica bit her lip, tightening her hand on the wheelchair unconsciously.

"James, what do you mean?"

Mrs Smith asked with shock and angry after she recovered from the astonishment,

"Angela almost killed Jessica. How could you invite her to the birthday party?"

Lorenzo stared straightly at James, pondering.

James's lips curved as is he was smiling, "Mrs Smith wants to decide who will be invited to my mother's birthday party?

Your Smiths have long arms and get involved in too much."

"Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean that."

Even if James was only a junior, Mrs Smith didn't dare to pose as an elder, "I just felt......"

"That's good since you didn't mean that."

James interrupted her indifferently and turned to walk away, but he stopped after several steps.

He looked at Angela who was still standing there, and frowned, "Why not follow me?"

"I'm leaving now."

Angela said and intended to leave, but as she was leaving, she stopped.

Tugging at the evening dress she wore, Angela glanced at the crowd and sneered,

"By the way, the evening dress was prepared by Mrs. Brown, and it was not a gift from my sleeping with others.

Miss Jessica and Mrs. Smith should not speak with on evidence. If I were someone else, I'm afraid she would have to sue you for slander."

The crowd looked at each other with embarrassment.

The face of Mr. And Mrs Smith turned red and then ghastly, like a palette of colors.

"I'm sorry for misunderstanding you."

Jessica put her hands down on her knees and sincerely apologized, "I'm just worried that you've gone astray, so please don't mind."

"If I say I mind it, I'm afraid I'll be called ungrateful again by someone."

Angela glanced at Lorenzo whose face was so red. Worrying that James might get impatient, Angela followed up in a hurry.

Jessica's pupils reflected and her eyes flashed when the two left side by side.

"Remember to take a detour when you see Angela again. If we're not around you, maybe she'll do something terrible to you." Jessica's father admonished with a serious face.

Jessica sighed,

"Dad, how many times have you said that. I can even recite it."

"So why don't you do as I said?"

Jessica's mother poked her forehead and talk to Lorenzo and Elva.

"Lorenzo, Elva, should you as parents take good care of your daughter?"

Without waiting for their answer, she continued.

"To be frank, if that murderer hurts my daughter again, I'm going to sue her and put her in jail for the rest of her life!

There is no need to continue the cooperation between our companies!"

"It's our fault that we didn't teach her well and let her cause so much trouble for you. I apologize."

Lorenzo knew that he was wrong and couldn't even straighten his back, "But you also know that our family has broken up with her for a long time. Even if I want to teach her, I have no right now. I hope you can understand."

Mrs Smith was about to say something else when Mr. Smith said first,

"Come on, I can't blame Lorenzo for this.

Lorenzo, the boss of that new material company we talked about before is also here. Let's go and meet him together."

Lorenzo agreed immediately.

"Danis, come with us."

Mr. Smith said.

After the three left, Elva found an excuse and left.

"Jessica, what's going on with James?"

Since there was no one else around, Mrs Smith put on a stern expression, "Angela almost killed you. How could James invite her to the party?"

"I don't really know.

But Mrs Brown has always liked Angela and didn't like me, so maybe it was she who invited Angela."

Jessica laughed and said softly,

"Whoever invited Angela, wasn't James backing up Angela just now?"

Jessica's mother frowned, "James wouldn't have a crush on Angela, would he?"

"You're worrying too much."

Jessica said, but she was not quite sure.

Mrs Smith squatted down and stared at her, "Maybe I'm worrying too much.

If James doesn't have any interest in Angela, why is he still not engaged to you after two years?"

Jessica bit her lip, and her eyes were bleak.

"Jessica, don't ignore my admonish.

Men are the same, who always feel not satisfied with what they have and are still insatiably avaricious to get more. You must keep an eye on James, and don't let him be hooked by a vixen, while you are still calling the vixen sister!"

Mr. Smith continued.

"James isn't that kind of person, and he's not like dad."

Jessica regretted saying it and then she called cautiously, "Mom-"

"Since your companions are here too, go and play with them while I'll talk to others."

There was a flash of embarrassment on Mrs Smith's face as she left.

Jessica rubbed her aching brow and sighed gently.

At this time, on the spiral staircase.

Angela followed behind James, trying to say something.

She wanted to express her gratitude, but she was afraid that he'd say she was making a fool of herself. She also wanted to ask about his injury, but didn't dare to do it.

"Why are you still following me up?"

James suddenly stopped and asked casually.

Angela stopped her steps to avoid running into him.

Being so close to him made her feel oppressed, so she took a step back to stay away from him, and then she said,

"Just now...... thanks."

"You think I'm helping you?"

James laughed and lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, "I just don't want my mother's birthday party to be ruined by you."

The two were so close that she was the only reflection in his pupils.

Angela lowered her head and held back the sentiment in her heart, "No matter what was the reason behind your saying those words, the truth is that you helped me out, and I should say thank you."

"If I'd known it would have helped you out, I shouldn't have said anything."

There was only infatuation and adoration in her eyes two years ago, but now there were only sufferings and weariness.

James felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and his brow furrowing imperceptibly as he released her chin.

Almost at the same time, Denise teased, "Is it an inappropriate time for me to come over?"