Desperate Lovers

Angela's face suddenly turned pale, "I dare not."

She hurriedly stood up by propping up her hands on the ground, her legs numb from kneeling for so long that she stumbled a bit, but she was caught by James and so she quickly stood still. The faint scent of men's perfume was all over her entire body, and Angela hurriedly took a few steps forward, out of that wide embrace.

"Thank you, Mr. James."

"Hm"

James cast his eyes down and withdrew his hand. He rubbed the thumb and middle fingers that had hugged her and then dangled the hand over his side.

And at that moment, Greyson was still kneeling on the ground.

Angela worried about his health, but she hesitated, and finally walked over to help him up, "Get up...brother."

"If James doesn't promise to let you go, I'll stay here on my knees and never get up!"

Greyson threw off her hand and stubbornly knelt on the ground.

Angela struggled to crouch down and whispered.

"He doesn't care if you live or die at all. Even if you kneel here for the rest of your life, he's not going to let go of me.

Instead, you've upset him in this way, and it may intensify his revenge against me."

Hearing this, Greyson's eyes were wide open suddenly, his blood-stained face looked extra funny. And then he grabbed her hand and stood up. Angela moved her lips at him, smiling bitterly.

She wasn't even afraid of death right now, but she was afraid that James would use her brother to coerce her.

Her brother was fearless, but he was afraid that James would torture her. She and her brother, after all, have become bound to each other.

None of them said another word, and the atmosphere in the ward was odd and depressing.

After a long time, Denise kneaded the part between her eyes, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were also more obvious than usual, "Get a doctor to treat Greyson's wound on his head, Angela. Have a good rest, James and I will go back."

Angela sent the two of them to the elevator, her head down, and only the moment the door of the elevator closed did her tense body relax to let her guard down, her limbs were already sore and weak. "Your legs hurt, don't they?"

Seeing this, Greysonu worriedly rushed over to help her.

Angela threw off his hands and walked impassively towards the ward.

Greyson wiped the blood from his head with his hand and casually rubbed the blood-stained hand on his shirt, and followed her sadly.

"What are you doing?!"

Just as Greyson was about to enter the ward, the door was closed from inside by Angela, and he hurriedly pushed open the door hard in case she locked it.

Angela stood in the doorway, licked her dry lips and said,

"Go back and don't come back again."

"Go back?

Back to where?"

With his head still bleeding, Greyson wiped it, "Dad kicked me out of the Chante family, too, so I'll follow you from now on."

Angela looked at the wound on his forehead and frowned, "You can't do anything, and the little money I earn is not enough to feed you. Go get your wound handled and then go home."

"I don't need you to feed me. I took my wallet with me when I left. There are tens of millions of dolloars in the bank card, which is totally enough for us to live for a while. Mom and Dad certainly can't bear to cancel my card."

Greyson was about to go inside as he spoke.

But Angela was still standing in the doorway, didn't move, "Brother-"

"Do you get mad because I said that I would pretend I don't have the sister of you!?"

Greyson smirked and rubbed her head, the bottom of his eyes were full of dotings, and with a few pleading, "I apologize to you. It was just something I said in the heat of the moment, let's just forget it." His care made Angela muffled, she felt she was like a fish in a dry pool, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

She avoided his pleading gaze and said harshly.

"Go back, don't come back in the future, and live a good life with my sister-in-law."

Greyson's gaze was fixed upon her, and the smile at the corner of his mouth narrowed a little.

"Remember to take care of the wound on your head before you leave, otherwise it would look ugly as I do if you also got a scar."

Angela raised her head and looked at him, moved her lips painfully, and the scar at the end of her eyebrow was extra obvious in the sunlight.

Greyson's throat moved up and down, some blood flowed into his mouth, which was sickly sweet and slightly salty, "If I went back, who is gonna protect you?

Ugh?"

He said it in a small voice at first, but when it came to the end, he almost roared it out.

"Even if you were there, you wouldn't be able to protect me."

Angela looked detached and said sharply and meanly, "You and James are not even on the same level, not to mention him, even if Jessica and Danis were about to do something, you can't scare me." Some of the blood had dried on Greyson's face, and some fresh blood had re-covered it, his mouth opened, frantic gulping.

"If you stay with me, you'll get me into trouble."

Angela's voice was calm without showing any strain, "Last time you went to the Dream Club and this farce you made today, you thought you were helping me, but in reality, you just threw two messes for me to clean up for you."

Greyson clutched his chest and leaned helplessly against the wall beside him, "Angela, I am actually... so useless in your eyes?"

"...Yes."

Angela forced herself not to be weak. She looked straight at him, "Brother, I beg you not to come back again in the future.

I'm already tired of dealing with James every day. If you come here and make matters worse, I don't think I can go much longer."

Her words were the sharpest knives in the world, stabbing into Greyson's heart and chopping his heart to pieces.

Clenching his fists tightly, he said,

"I'll go inside and get my clothes and leave."

His voice couldn't stop trembling.

"OK."

Angela stood aside.

Greyson walked over to the escort bed and picked up his suit jacket. He accidentally swept the gift box on the hospital bed as he dressed.

The gift box fell to the floor and the clothes inside fell out.

It was too late for Angela to pick it up, he had already seen it clearly.

Greyson didn't say a word and dragged his legs to the door of the ward.

After opening the door, he paused, turned to look at her, and said seriously.

"Angela, you watch, I will try my best to protect you."

"Go home."

Angela walked to the door and pushed him out, then closed the door and sadly rested her head against the door and slid down.

Her legs came together to her body and her hands covered her face tightly.

But from the beginning to the end, she didn't make a sound.

The Bentley ran quietly on the road. At this point, even the luxury car had to move at an extremely slow speed in the heavy traffic.

"Angela's birthday is 28 September, another four or five days away."

Denise said as she looked at the rear of the car in front.

There was a traffic jam, and James had to stop the car. He put one hand on the steering wheel, "Mm,"he said.

"She can't go back to the Chante family, so I want to take her to the Harvey family's house for a while after she leaves the hospital, and then let her leave after her birthday. What do you think?"

Denise asked.00