Desperate Lovers
Chapter 159 She Hated him!

Angela frowned and did not realize that she drew up. She stopped looking at him and looked down.

She looked as usual, but only she herself knew that every cell in her body was tense, not because she was nervous about being watched by someone she liked, but because she thought she was a rabbit that dared not slacken in the presence of a beast like a wolf. "Angela." James suddenly called her name.

Her heart did a complete somersault when she heard his voice. She subconsciously took a few steps back in a wary stance, "Yes."

"You..."

James looked at her posture like a defending hedgehog. He did not say what he originally thought. "Pour me a cup of tea."

Angela lowered her head with a sneer expression in her eyes. She replied timidly,

"I'm sorry Mr. James. There's no tea in the hospital."

He came to the hospital just to give her an order? Interesting. He never stopped humiliating her.

"...Pour me a cup of..."

James paused for a moment before speaking, and then stopped. "Forget it."

He stood up, walked over to the table and poured a glass of water. He picked up the glass and drank a small half of the water. Then he set it down. The glass was stained with sweat from his palms. Angela glanced at him and licked her dry lips before sitting back down on the hospital bed with her head down.

She felt that James treated her...unusually these days. It was a feeling that she could not describe, like millions of ants spreading and climbing along her limbs, which made every cell in her body feel uncomfortable.

James kept looking at her after he put down the glass. He frowned for a while and then stretched the brows. His expression was complicated.

Neither of them spoke, and the ward was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard. The atmosphere was awkward and a little eerie.

"What can I do for you, Mr. James?"

Angela kept her head down, but she could feel James looking her up and down. The hair on her back prickled, but she finally could not help but ask.

James took a few steps towards the chair and sat down, opening his mouth several times before asking.

"Two years ago..."

He stopped after saying the words and frowned slightly.

He said just three words, and Angela's face suddenly became pale.

Two years ago?

Did James want to learn more about the accident that she hit Jessica and broke her legs?

Or maybe he wanted to replace out why she still contacted her brother and sister-in-law after she had break off with the Chante family?

"Do you think one should believe what he had seen?"

James put his right hand on the tabletop and knocked the table..

Not knowing what he meant by asking this, Angela said with her head bowed,

"I don't know."

"Yes or no? Answer me."

James looked up at her and asked her in a louder voice.

He ordered her again!

Angela clenched her fists tightly, and there were resentment and disgust in her eyes.

She snorted and looked up at him, "Mr. James, you are smart. You don't need me to answer such a simple question."

"...Even the smartest man is still an ordinary human being."

James paused for a moment and added meaningfully, "An ordinary person will have all sorts of questions."

Angela felt that his sentiment was simply ridiculous. She clenched her fist tightly and tried to suppress the hatred in her heart. "Mr. James, it's too modest to say you are an ordinary person. Except for living forever, you are almost able to do everything in the world." Breaking her legs, sending her to jail, forcibly keeping her at the Dream Club, asking the Chante family to cut ties with her...It was so easy for him to do these things that had changed the course of her life!

He was a human being?

No, to her, he was a ferocious ghost!

He was a devil!

"Do you hate me?"

James looked at her for a while before he asked her, tapping his fingers on the table with increased frequency.

Angela then realized that she had overreacted, so she took a deep breath, bowed her head and said,

"I dare not."

She dared not to hate him, which did not mean she did not hate him. It was totally different.

His Adam's apple moved, as he unfastened two buttons of his shirt but still felt annoyed.

He frowned slightly, opened his mouth several times but did not say anything.

Angela had never seen him so hesitant, but she did not care about why. She only cared if he was going to distress her and make her life harder.

They sat diagonally across from each other. He looked at her while she looked at the ground. Neither of them said anything for a while.

"So you do... hate me?" James felt his throat tightened. Although his tone was indifferent, his voice became hoarse.

Angela lowered her head and said nothing. She just clenched her fists tightly, and her nails pierced deeply into her hands.

She hated him very much!

If she had the strength to fight him, she would make him experience the pain and despair she had experienced and was experiencing. She wanted him to experience the sufferings that would make him only want to die! Her silence answered everything. Disappointment could be seen in James' eyes. He abruptly stood up and walked to her.

Covered by the shadow of his body, Angela's pupils shrank slightly. With hatred and fear intertwined in her heart, her hands subconsciously propped backwards on the bed, and her body leaned back. "Haven't you ever thought about your wrong doing?"

James bent over, propping his hands on the bed as she did. His upper body leaned forward slightly, almost covering her body.

His figure was reflected in Angela's pupils. Her limbs were sore and limp. She gathered herself with her remaining senses.

She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes without looking at him, "I broke Miss Jessica's leg two years ago, and now I deserve all this. I apologize for my attitude just now."

It was useless for her to argue with him, which would only make things more difficult for her. She felt herself too impulsive just now.

"Except for what happened to her, have you ever done anything else to hurt me?"

Her deliberate humility and detachment made James more annoyed, and he lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Angela was forced to look up at him and did not understand why he became angry suddenly, but she had to suppress her anger and answered, "No."

"No?" James squeezed her chin a little harder and asked her slowly and seriously,

"Then two years ago when you were in the house of Smiths, you..."

Toot--

Toot--

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Angela inclined her head to avoid his touch and moved back with her hands resting on the bed. She said, "Mr. James, your phone is ringing."

The smell of his perfume was around her. She frowned, holding her breath.

James stood up, looked at the caller ID and hung up the phone directly. He then looked at Angela, who was curling up in the corner of the hospital bed, and told her. "I went to the Smith house the day before your birthday two years ago."

"So Mr. James, you had already fallen for Miss Jessica at that time. I'm sorry. I even mentioned the proposal at the birthday party in front of you two. Forgive me." Angela tensed her spine and laughed at herself.