Desperate Lovers

Angela smiled reluctantly and declined politely, "I'm usually quite busy with work, let's talk about it later."

Since she said so, Luna could only agree with her.

The car soon pulled up in front of the Dream Club.

Angela grabbed the handle of the car and was about to open the door when Greyson called out to her, "Angela, wait for a moment."

He looked at Luna and pointed at a small supermarket next to the Dream Club, "I am a little thirsty, please go and get me a bottle of water."

There's water right in the car. Obviously he wanted Luna to leave and talk to Angela alone.

Luna understood him. Her face was cold and she didn't move for a long time.

"I know the owner of that supermarket well, I'll go."

Angela could understand Luna's thoughts. Luna treated her brother with heart and soul, but her brother wanted to avoid her sister-in-law and talked to her secretly. Her brother treated her sister-in-law as an outsider.

If she were her sister-in-law, she would have felt uncomfortable.

"You've had a busy day, and you're tired."

Luna pulled her back, glared at Greyson and said.

"I'll go."

After that, she opened the door and got out of the car, but instead of going to the supermarket, she stood a short distance away from the car.

Angela looked at her back and sighed, "Brother, what are you going to say? Why can't you say it in front of your wife?

Even if you're looking for an excuse, you should find one that's not so obvious... Aren you making your wife unhappy by doing that?"

Silence.

Greyson looked depressed as he pulled out a cigarette, put it to his mouth, lit it, and then looked at Angela in the rearview mirror. However, he soonput out the cigarette, lowered the car window and threw it out It was October, and the weather was fine during the day, but the nights were a bit colder, especially for Luna who was wearing an evening gown.

Angela looked at Luna whose nose was frozen red, "It's too cold outside, let my sister-in-law come in."

She lowered the window to call out, but the window rose up before she could say something.

"I can't help you with a big favor, but I can help you with a small one."

Greyson had an expression like he had eaten a fly as he gritted his teeth and said.

"I'll ask that son of a bitch, James, out in a few days, and call you when it's about time!"

"Okay." After a long time, Angela answered, and then lowered the car window and called out to Luna.

Luna walked to the car with her arms crossed, ignoring the passenger seat door that Greyson opened for her, and sat in the back.

She didn't slam the door or yell, but her face was extremely cold.

"Sister-in-law, my brother was just telling me the details of my... seduction of James."

Angela wanted to laugh, but her lips wouldn't cooperate, "He was afraid that I would be too embarrassed, so he let you out. Don't be angry with him, blame me instead."

She didn't learned anything good from her mom and dad, but she learned to maintain her dignity even if it's unnecessary from her dad. Sometimes she had to grit her teeth to get things done when she promised something beyond her ability.

But after two years in prison, she came to the Dream Club, and she had already lost her dignity, not to mention maintaining it.

Luna looked at her, going from being expressionless to surprised to heartbroken, guilty and sad in just a few seconds.

She wanted to say something to comfort Angela, but found that nothing was appropriate to say.

"It's getting late, you should go back early, and be careful on the road."

Angela opened the door and got out of the car, standing aside and watching them.

Fearing that she might feel embarrassed and awkward, Greyson didn't say anything, and started the car directly. He turned left to merge into the traffic and left.

It wasn't until the car disappeared from her sight that Angela minced her lips and turned around to head for the dormitory.

Toot-- Her phone vibrated.

It might be inconvenient for her to answer the phone, so Denise sent a message.

[Angela, I've asked someone to take your birthday presents to James's house. When are you coming over to get them? I can send someone to pick you up.] The wind was a little chilly, Angela trembled and replied,

[The gifts are too valuable. If I keep them, I can only treat them as ornaments.

If you have time, could you please help me deal with those birthday gifts and donate the money to the disabled who are in needs?]

Denise replied immediately with a "OK".

Angela put away her phone, rubbed her chilled arm, and went back to her dorm.

"Back?"

Julia was removing her makeup, and when she saw Angela entering, she smiled at her, with some guilt and ingratiation hidden in her eyes.

Angela nodded and sat down on the bed to take off her heels, rubbing her sore heels.

In the light, the diamonds on the necklace, on her gown, and on her heels were glittering and sparkling amazingly.

Julia was envious and wanted to go up and take a look, but seeing that Angela didn't look good, she didn't come close, only looking at Angela's necklace, dress and shoes from time to time. "Why am I suddenly in a bad mood?"

Timothy sat on the bed and talked on the phone, but her eyes stared at Angela, "How can I be in a fucking good mood when the most disgusting bitch is back?"

The bitch she mentioned was obviously Angela.

Julia put on her facial pack, and glanced at Angela secretly. Angela was still massaging her heels, and her expression had not changed much.

Seeing Angela acting like nothing was wrong, Timothy felt like she had hit her fist on cotton and was so angry that her words became more and more unpleasant.

"I heard the bitch was hospitalized a while back, why didn't she fucking die in the hospital?"

"Living in a room with a murderer, what a fucking bad luck!"

"Coming back in a evening gown, with plastic fake diamonds on the dress and necklace and shoes, the bitch is fucking hilarious!"

"Fuck, this bitch has the nerve to stare at me now, stare again and I'll fucking gouge her eyes out!"

"I..."

Angela walked barefoot to Timothy, grabbed her phone, and hung up the phone straight away.

"Fuck you, how dare you!" Timothy stood up on the ground, one hand on her hip and the other poking at Angela, "Why do you hang up my phone? Give my phone back to me!" Angela frowned, clutched her hand, and said coldly.

"Apologize to me and you can have your phone back."

"You want me to apologize to you?" Timothy freed herself and pointed at her head.

"Bitch, you've broken your head, haven't you?"

Almost at the same time, Angela threw the phone to the ground in front of her, and the phone screen instantly cracked, covered with a layer of dense cobwebs.

Timothy looked at the phone, with her eyes wide open, and then rushed to Angela with madness, "You son of a bitch, fucking..."

Slap!

Before the words could be finished, Angela slapped her across the face and yanked her hair, whispering.

"I told you to keep your mouth shut, and you ignore it, don't you?"

"You bitch, let go of me!"

Timothy's scalp was almost pulled off, and a cold sweat was breaking out on her head due to the pain.

But no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't escape from Angela's confinement.

Angela's face tensed, "I'll give you one more chance to apologize."

Julia had seen Angela dealing with Timothy, and the first two times she felt quite good.

But today, Angela's state was obviously not quite right. She was afraid that Angela would be in trouble with the lawsuit if she continued, so she rushed forward to persuade them. "Timothy, what happens today is your fault in the first place, so hurry up and apologize to Angela, and this is over!"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐