Desperate Lovers

Denise seemed to see through her abnormality, but no one is sure about it, and she just continued.

"The idea was to hold the party at the Harvey's house, but the old man was a bit mindful of your past experience in prison and said we can hold a party else where."

"I appreciate your kindness, Auntie, but I have not in a mood for a party."

Angela bent down to pick up the chopsticks on the floor and put them on the table, speaking sharply.

A servant came up and handed a pair of clean chopsticks for her and took the dirty pair away.

Denise sighed, "I am willing yet unable to help you." Angela could hardly get what she was talking about.

"Don't blame yourself, Auntie. You've done enough for me."

Angela's expression had returned to normal, and only her face was still pale, "The birthday party is just a formality, I don't care."

"Now it's not that you don't care, it's that others care.

It's your first birthday out of prison. So many pairs of eyes are watching you. If you really take it casually this time, then you'll really become an outcast in their eyes."

Denise said.

Angela took a bite of the dish and it tastes like chewing wax, "No matter what others think, I'm practically an outcast."

"I've left the birthday party to the servants, and the invitations have been sent out, so you can come with me tomorrow."

Denise didn't ask her opinion and made the dicision by herself.

The invitation had already been sent out, so Angela had no way to refuse. She bowed her head and ate without making another sound.

After eating, Jessica came and sat in the hall with Denise, talking about family matters.

After talking for a while, she smiled and said to Angela.

"I'm a little thirsty from all the talking, could you bring me that plate of fruit on the table?"

Angela didn't move.

James wasn't here, so she didn't have to pretend a show for him for fear of disrespecting James and pissing him off.

Seeing this, Jessica seemed to think of something, "Just to be clear, I just have an inconvenient leg and ask you to do me a favor. I definitely don't mean to use you as a servant."

With a sincere face she said, "Maybe you've been working at the Dream Club for so long. When you hear this kind of talk about asking you to help carry something, you feel like you're being instructed. I apologize if I offend you with the words."

She emphasized on the words 'Dream Club' and got a glimpse of Denise.

Denise took small bites of the sliced fruit, and the curve of her lips slightly retreated a bit.

"If you can't dance anymore, you can go and become a screenwriter; and if you write a TV drama, I truly think you can become a really good one."

Angela said lightly.

"Thank you for your advice. But in the two years when you were in prison, I learned something about finance, and now I'm working in the finance department of the Chante Group. I'm busy every day, and I have no time for writing."

Jessica smiled lightly.

Her every word was like a hardened sharp knife, stabbing into Angela's heart.

Jessica pursed her lips tightly and didn't make a sound.

"If you don't want to work at the Dream Club, you can actually do what I do and learn something in finance or something else and get a different job."

Jessica frowned, and said with worries, "The trouble is that you've been in jail, and any good college shouldn't take you.

But you don't have to worry too much about that. If you decide which school you want to go to, I can ask James to help you."

"Talking so much, are you thirsty?"

Angela got up and brought the fruit to Jessica.

Jessica picked up a piece of fruit and arched her eyes, "I'm sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome, I'm happy to do good deeds."

Angela handed the plate to Denise, and spoke to Jessica, "But not everyone is as kind as me. As you have inconvenient legs and are so talkative, I advise you to carry a water cup with you." Jessica bit her lip and said after serious consideration,

"My leg will be almost ready to stand in another six months, but you, on the other hand, go and see a doctor if you can. It would be bad if it deteriorates and you would really become crippled." Angela clutched the fruit plate tightly, and then let it down violently. The entire plate of fruit fell onto Jessica's clothes before rolling onto the floor. Crash!

The plate shattered instantly, the pale white shards mingling with the colorful fruits in a way that was indescribably beautiful.

"Sorry, my hand slipped."

Angela bent down, but there was little sincerity in her words, "I'm sorry."

Denise snorted and laughed, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes swirled shallowly, elegant, yet tinged with some expressions of a mature women.

She waved at the servant and said.

"Mandy, go and prepare another plate of fruit.

Oh, cut up a few more. It's hot, the kids need the fruit to cool down."

Mandy answered and left.

Jessica lowered her eyes to look at the wretchedness on her clothes, a dark color flashed under her eyes, then she tilted her head in disbelief and said, "Why did your hand slip?"

She bit her lip, and her face was a little gloomy, "It's not that you still hate Brother James for choosing me, is it?"

"You think too much. Your hands were slippery from the hot water last time, and I'm slippery from the ice of the fruit this time.

Just be glad that I don't have a pot of hot water in my hand, or I might have slipped my hand and disfigured you."

Angela's whole body tensed up, a layer of hatred clouding the bottom of her eyes.

Hearing this, watery light rose in Jessica's almond eyes, full of disbelief, "Angela, you...... really did it on purpose?"

"I'll say this for Angela." Denise took a tissue and wiped the corner of her mouth and said,

"She just come back from the hospital, and is not fully recovered. Her arms and legs are weak from time to time, and she should have a good rest instead. She turned her head to look at Angela, "Isn't that right, Angela?"

Angela clenched her hand up, loosened it, and then clenched it again, and softly murmured, "I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to my room to have a rest first." "Go ahead, Jessica is an understanding girl, she won't blame you." Denise said.

Jessica nodded her head with a worried look, "If you're not feeling well, go up and rest, I won't be as angry as Brother Greyson over this little thing."

Angela frowned and ignored her, going straight upstairs.

"She's pathetic." Jessica sighed, "One that is hated must have a sorrowful story. With her around, Auntie should......"

At this point, she stopped talking and waved her hands, "I'm not trying to speculate maliciously about angela. it's just that she has a history of attempted murder after all, and I'm too worried about you......" "I've watched Angela growing up, and I know exactly who she is."

Denise said with a light smile.

"Jessica, I'll be straight with you. No matter what you and James end up, Angela will be a delightful junior to me."

At that moment, Mandy came in with two plates of fruits and put them on the table.

"Auntie." Jessica was silent for a long time before saying with a bitter face,

"No matter what I do, you don't seem to be very happy about it. Is it because of my mother's affair with uncle?"