Desperate Lovers
Chapter 191 Because You Like It

Angela glanced at the steaming tea in front of her and said indifferently,

"I don't like drinking tea."

"I remember you used to like it."

James picked up the tea and took a sip of it. It was good tea, although it tasted a bit bitter.

Angela looked down and sneered,

"I said that because you liked it."

She had been drinking tea for quite a long time, and gradually fell in love with drinking tea.

James glanced at her without showing his emotion. He tapped his bony fingers gently on the table for a second and felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. "This villa is decorated according to the drawings you gave me before."

James said and drunk up the cup of tea. Maybe it was because the tea was so hot that he felt like flipping out.

Angela glanced at it at random and replied, "Uh-huh? I didn't notice it. I have forgotten my decoration drawings long ago."

She had noticed it the moment she walked in, but she didn't give a damn.

She was no longer the one who had longed to decorate their wedding house with James.

James looked upset and seemed to tap his fingers faster on the table. Later, he poured himself another cup of tea and enjoyed it sip by sip.

Angela didn't look at him but looked down at the table where she accidentally saw his hand which had been scaled by oil.

If it were two years ago, she would have run to bring the medicine kit for him. But at this moment, she only regretted that it was such a minor wound for him.

If a pot of hot oil was poured onto him, would he feel the same pain that she suffered when her leg was broken by him?

"Mr. James, the fish soup you cook is ready. Shall I bring it to you or you prefer to bring it to..."

A man dressed like a chef came out. He didn't finish his words at the sight of Angela. Instead, he greeted her, "Hello, Miss Angela."

Angela felt weird and said, "Hello. Have we... have we met before?"

"I'm the chef at the Imperial Kitchen. You used to enjoy dinner there. There were a few times you appointed me to cook for you."

The cook said and scratched his head in shyness.

Hearing this, Angela kind of recalled it.

Compared to two years ago, this chef had put on quite some weight. No wonder Angela felt familiar with him but failed to recognize him at once. Since the chef from the Imperial Kitchen was here, why would James cook the fish soup himself? And he had got wound on his hand from hot oil... Angela thought and glanced at James for a second. Then she looked elsewhere and licked her lips which were dry.

"That's all for today. You are off duty now." James said to the cook.

The cook nodded and said goodbye to them. Then he left happily humming some song.

When he got to the door, he answered his phone, "Hello, honey! I'm on my way home. Save dinner for me. I ..."

As the chef's voice faded away, it was extremely quiet in the spacious villa with only sound of the breath of Angela and James.

"Turn left and you will see the dining room. Sit there. I'll bring the food." James got up and said.

Angela was gonna say that she wasn't hungry, but she changed her mind. She agreed and headed to the dining room.

She was supposed to be happy with the house which was fully furnished per her decoration drawings. But she couldn't be unhappier with James around.

James brought the food and put them on the dining table. There were four dishes and one bowl of soup. After getting her a bowl of rice and the tableware, he sat down on his chair, "Have a try."

Angela glanced at the food on the table, which were her favorite dishes.

She held her chopsticks tight and picked up a piece of rib reluctantly.

The ribs were braised with white gourd and tasted not bad.

Angela had a bite of the rib and spit it on an empty plate instead of swallowing it, "It tastes nasty."

Then she put the rib in her bowl.

James reached out to pick up the unfinished rib with his chopsticks. After tasting it, he looked at her thoughtfully. Then he switched the ribs in front of her with the coke chicken wings, "Forget the ribs. Try this one." Coke chicken wings might taste greasy if it is not made properly. But the ones made by James tasted not bad, similar to the ones made by the chef from the Imperial Kitchen.

"It's too greasy." Angela put the coke chicken wing in the bowl and stood up, "Excuse me! I'm heading to my room now."

She had just taken two steps when she was held on her wrist.

She frowned and before she talked, James pulled her suddenly, which made her twirl and fall onto his laps.

Angela naturally grabbed his neck in order to avoid falling over. She turned her head away from him angrily, which happened to touch his face.

"What are you doing?" She pushed his chest with her hands and leaned backwards, trying to keep a distance with him.

She felt the warmth of his thighs coming through his pants, so she squirmed awkwardly, trying to get rid of him but failed.

Unlike Danis, James had grown up practicing Taekwondo and fencing. Although Angela had become much stronger after doing a lot of hard labor in the past two years, she was still no match to James in terms of strength. "Sit still." James looked at her with passion. His voice which had always been cold sounded hoarse.

Angela was extremely uneasy and looked troubled when she felt the physical reaction of James' body.

She flushed and said nastily, "Shame on you!"

"If I don't have such reaction facing the women I love, I should go see a doctor."

James still looked calm. Angela wouldn't have known he had got such physical reaction if she hadn't felt it.

Angela looked angry and pushed hard on the wound on his belly. She then quickly got rid of him when he felt the pain.

James' pretty face looked pale because of the pain. Cold sweat appeared on his forehead but he remained calm, "You don't want to eat just because I made them?"

Angela didn't answer his question, biting her lips.

"Just because you hate me, you don't eat anything. It's not wise."

James wiped the sweat on his forehead and said indifferently.

Angela looked down, clenching her fists slightly, and said, "It's just they are not my cup of tea now."

"I only made the fish soup, the chicken wings and the ribs. The other two dishes were made by the chef."

James used his chopsticks to pick up the rib left by Angela and ate it, "My dishes are not your cup of tea. His should be. Sit down and eat."

Angela stood still.

"You're going to have meals with me from now on. Are you gonna quit eating just because you are angry with me?" James looked up at her and continued, "Or do you want me to ask the twins to eat with you?" Angela licked her dry lips. She stopped for a second and said, "That's not necessary."

Then she pulled her chair and sat down again, having the meal in silence.

Once finishing eating, she walked out the dining room and went upstairs. But then she stopped awkwardly.

"The first room upstairs on the left is yours. The second one is mine."

James said while going over the documents on the couch in the living room.

Angela turned her head to roll her eyes at him. She bit her lips without saying anything and went upstairs.00000000