Desperate Lovers

Chapter 27 He Thought Her Dirty

Gabriela responded with a smile, taking out her medicine kit tobind up Angela's cut, while asking

casually.

"Do I need to prepare clothes for Angela?"

“Not necessary."

James walked over to the table and tossed his remaining cigarette into the ashtray.

The alcohol soaked into the cut and hurt a little. Angela's forehead was covered with cold sweat. She

gritted her teeth and didn’t make a sound, getting more apprehensive inside

Why did Gabriela suddenly ask if she should prepare clothes for her?

Are they going to let her accompany the guests?

"All done."

Gabriela packed up her medicine kit, and looked up at her, "It's a shame about this... scar on your

head."

"Thank you, Gabriela, I'll leave first then."

Hearing this, Angela became increasingly uneasy, and she paled as she stood up and tried to walk out.

James called her, "Did I say you're free to go?"

"Do you have something else to say?"

Angela turned around and asked with uneasiness.

James didn't make a sound, just crossed her and went outsided,. When he found she didn't come over,

he stopped and frowned.

"Still not keeping up?"

Angela clutched the corner of her coat, dragging her legs behind him as if they were filled with lead.

The sun was going down, and his shadow stretched long and overlapped hers, so heavy that she could

barely breathe.

"Mr. Harvey."

The driver was already waiting by the Bentley, and when James got in, he closed the door.

Angela went around to the other side and stepped into the car with her right foot when she heard

James speaking softly, "Get something to cover the car so it won't get dirty."

Angela stiffened and silently put her feet back up, only to feel coldness from bottom of her heart as she

stood in the winter breeze.

There were no towels or cushions in the car, so the driver ended up with a pile of tissues and lay them

under the seat where Angela was going to sit.

"Put some on the floor too."

James sat in the car, reading the paperwork, not even looking at Angela.

The driver took the tissues and smiled accostingly at Angela. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

"It's okay, my shoes are dirty, just put them on."

The sun set down completely, and the cold wind was penetrating through her clothes into her pores

and shivering Angela's body.

When the driver was done, she got in the car, her spine straight, not daring or wanting to touch the

seat.

The car went all the way.

Angela looked outside the window, the mall she used to hang out had been demolished and was now a

club.

The food court near the G University also changed and was converted into a shopping mall.

She spent two years in prison and when she got out, it was like the whole world had changed.

The car finally stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

Angela got out of the car, only to find a lot of limousines parked here, and the people coming down

were mostly dressed in formal attire. The place seemed to be hosting a party.

"Mr. Harvey,"

Angela lowered her head, her jagged bangs hiding the look under her eyes, "May I wait outside?"

"Do you think so?"

James stopped and looked at her with a seeming smile.

Angela tugged at her lip, smiling bitterly.

She followed him into the party. Her blue uniform stood out among the crowd.

From the moment she appeared, countless people looked at her with curiosity, despise or disdain.

She kept her head down all the way, trying to reduce her presence.

"Mr. Chante."

Along the way, James met a number of people who came over to greet him, but he just nodded his

head until he saw Lorenzo Chante.

"Mr. Harvey?"

With a glass of champagne in his hand, Lorenzo smiled far-fetchedly, "Long time no see."

Angela suddenly looked up, startled to see the elegant middle-aged man in front of her, and her eyes

instantly turned red.

She licked her dry lips, and before she called him dad, Lorenzo left with an excuse.

She looked straight at the back of her dad’s figure, her ears perked up, and she couldn't hear anything.

After a moment, she wiped her eyes and lowered her head, swallowing the "dad" that had reached her

throat.

"Are you happy to see your father?"

James leaned down and lifted her chin to level with her.

Tears blurred her eyes and Angela tried to keep eyes open to hold her tears.

"I'm glad, thank......"

She tried to keep down the choke, "Thank you."

James frowned when seeing her tears and squeezed her chin a little harder, "You're welcome, and

since you're happy, I'll help you meet your father more often."

"Thank you, then."

Angela tugged at her lip and took a step back, avoiding his touch.

James chuckled softly and looked at his empty, bone-jointed hand and took a sip of champagne.

"James!"

Jessica shouted.

Angela looked up and saw Danis pushing Jessica in a wheelchair.

She wore a white strapless mini dress today, her black and shiny hair was put up on her head,

revealing clear gentle features and a slender neck. She was elegant with a bit of soft beauty, like a

small white flower swaying in the wind.

And Danis was dressed in a dark blue suit with handsome features.

Seeing Angela here too, Danis looked a little sad, "What the hell are you thinking for dressing like

that?"

"Brother!"

Jessica glared at him, then looked at Angela and said softly.

"We're both about the same height and weight, and I have another dress, you can wear it now.

It's really not appropriate to dress like that during a party."

"You shouldn't have come if you knew it was inappropriate to dress like that!"

Danis walked up to Angela and took her hand, wringing his hands, "Come with me, the clothes are in

the car."

James dropped his gaze to their clasped hands and smiled softly, "She's my girl, and you don't need to

worry."

"I'm just concerned about Angela."

Jessica bit her lip, "There were a lot of people at the party who knew her and would laugh at her if they

see her dressed like that."

"Even if the world laughs at me, I won't wear your clothes. So don’t pretend to be kind in front of me."

Angela got rid of Danis' hand and stood behind James.

Jessica wanted to speak, and her eyes were bleary, with hidden tears shining.

“Pretend?

Jessica is treated you genuinely with her heart, and that's what she gets in return?"

Danis’s handsome face went dark, "If I know you are this kind of person, I should have let Jessica

charge you with attempted murder and kept you in prison for the rest of your life!"

"Brother, she used to be my friend after all, don't say that."

Jessica took Danis' arm. Her face was full of bitterness.

Danis looked distressed and touched her head, "You're always so kind, and you'll suffer, Jessica."

Every time she meet the siblings, Angela felt disgusted as if she swallowed a fly.

She clutched her hand and whispered.

"Mr. Harvey, can I leave now?"

Without waiting for James' answer, Jessica interrupted her in a soft voice.

"James, my parents just got here and have been talking about meeting you."

Angela subconsciously grabbed James' arm, almost begging, "Mr. Harvey......"

She didn't want to see them.