Desperate Lovers
Chapter 128 Death as a Relief

Angela looked out into the distance. The city in front of her was colorful and prosperous, mesmerizing to countless people; however, it made her feel exhausted and disgusted. She squeezed her sore calves and walked over to the pool, pull out the trash inside and put it into garbage bags, then she drained the pool and dragged her tired body to clean it.

It was cool at night and a little chilly cleaning here in her uniform, so she leaned against the mop and folded her hands together, blowing hot air into her palms.

Ta-da-da. The sound of high heels came, which was especially clear in the silent rooftop.

As soon as Angela turned around, she saw a woman closing the rooftop door.

The light was so dim that she couldn't see that woman clearly, only her general figure.

She frowned and shouted at her, "Don't lock the door, I'm still outside"

However, the woman just ignored her and closed it.

It was only then that Angela noticed something was wrong, she dropped the mop in her hand and ran towards the woman, "What are you doing?"

Seeing her, the woman speeded up and quickly locked the door, then she ran away.

Angela frowned and ran to the door, pushing hard, but couldn't open it, "Is anyone there?

Can anyone hear me?"

"Is there anyone out there?"

"Is there anyone out there?!"

Angela shouted for a long time, but there was no response.

As the staff was off duty now, who would be here on the rooftop except her and the woman?

The worst thing was that her phone ran off power, and she left it in the dorm and didn't bring it with her.

A gust of wind blew, a little chilly. Angela sneezed, and wrapped her clothes tightly around her body.

The pool hadn't been cleaned yet, but she was not in the mood to clean it.

She was so tired that she felt like she was a car running out of gas, then she pulled up a chair and sat down.

The wind was fiercer and more urgent than ever, and there was a faint sound of thunder in the distance, as if it was going to rain.

The clock pointed exactly at 1:30 a.m., but James was lying on bed with a clear head.

He stared at the ceiling. The words that Sean and his mother said flashed through his mind since last night.

"If you still have Angela in your mind, you should consider things thoroughly in the future.

If you keep on offending her like this, you'll regret it sooner or later!"

"James, I don't know what's going on between you and Angela, but if you have done such a thing to Angela, all her dignity is gone, will you regret it in the future?"

Why do both Sean and his mother say he'll regret it?

In their opinions, did he like Angela so much?

But he didn't think he liked her; to him, she was just a suitor who adored him.

When he got angry with her because she betrayed him, it wasn't because he liked her, but because he hated to be tricked by others, just like his mother was being tricked by his father.

Why did he feel nothing for other women, but he just wanted to have sex with her madly when he saw her sexy figure by chance? James sat up, and his irritable feelings made him sweat. He took off his pajamas, revealing his strong, lean waist and broad back, and went to the bathroom.

After taking a cold shower, James was still sleepless. However, because of that thought just now, his mind was filled with mixed feelings.

He frowned, went into his study, and pulled out a document. However, after staring at it for a long time, he didn't read a word, his mind was full of things related to Angela.

James tossed the file onto the desk and picked up his phone to dial a number that he had called countless times in two years.

Woken up in the midnight, the person on the other side sounded very aggressive, "Who's that?

Calling me at such a time, are you..."

"It's me..." James interrupted him.

The man on the other side froze for a long time, seemingly sobered up, "James?"

"Hmm."

James's eyes were dark, his fingers lightly snapping the desktop, "Do you have any clues for that car accident?"

BOOM! Heavy thunder rang in all directions, silver lightning tore through the sky, and beans of rain crackled down. The autumn rain comes heavy and fast.

There was no place to hide from the rain on the rooftop, so Angela could only crouch on the ground and hide under the table.

At first the condition was fine, only her shoes were soaked. However, the wind blew up and the wind mixed with the rain pounded straight to her.

The rain hit her face heavily. After her clothes were soaked, the cold wind made her chill.

Angela was freezing and shivering all over, sneezing several times.

She looked out at the roiling rain, draped herself in a large garbage bag, and rushed out to pull over a table, setting it down and blocking it from the windy side.

It was much better that before, but there was still constant rain falling on her body.

Angela's hair and clothes were soaking, and the rain dripped down her cheek and poured over her clothes.

In the autumn breeze, she wrapped around her knees, her teeth chattering up and down, her face unusually pale.

Her leg had been broken by James, and now she had been drenched in cold water and blown, her leg was vaguely sore.

But she was used to this kind of pain. Gritting her teeth, she could barely bear it.

It took about half an hour for the rain to weaken, but it didn't stop.

Angela's face changed from pale to gray, her lip became blue and purple at some point, and cold sweat and rain mixed together on her forehead and flowed downward.

She felt a soaked sponge was pressed against her chest, so stuffy that she could barely breath.

"Cough... cough..."

Angela covered her mouth and coughed several times, phlegm all over her hand.

She reached out and tried to wash her hands with the rain, but before she managed to clean it, she coughed again.

It was hard to bear. It hurt so much.

Heart beating fast, Angela breathed sharply, desperately trying to draw in oxygen like a fish exposed to the sun.

"Cough... cough cough cough cough!"

Angela tried her best to suppress her cough, but all her efforts were just in vain. She coughed more violently than before, and the phlegm that spurted out of her throat stuck to her palms. She opened her hands and found it was pink.

The pulmonary edema she caught in prison relapsed.

Angela covered her heart, knowing that she might die, but not feeling any hint of fear.

She got out from the table and stumbled to the door to open it, "Is there..."

She stopped after opening her mouth, and then she sat beside the door and let the rain pouring down on her head.

God gave her a chance of natural death. So why should she waste it?

She was really stupid to hide under the table, she should have gotten wet in the first place, freezing to death, or dying from her illness. Death was better for her than living and suffering from James and Jessica. "James... you... cough cough... would regret..."

Angela tilted her head and looked at the sparkling night, smiling brightly even though her body was hurting like hell.

If she died out of illness, she wouldn't have to stay in this world and suffer, and James wouldn't be able to replace an excuse to make things difficult for her brother.

Well, it seemed that God was helping her this time.

She didn't know whether there was reincarnation after death, but if there was, she never wanted to be a human being again.

Born in this world was a suffering.00000000