Desperate Lovers
Chapter 206 He Would be a Good-for-Nothing

Roland glanced at the sparkling and clear tea, "The tea you made by yourself must be good."

After speaking, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"My girlfriend's leg is counting on you, so I dare not to neglect you," James said.

Angela frowned. She didn't want James to call her his girlfriend or his woman, but he seemed to like these two titles recently, especially in front of Dr. Roland. "Whether you neglect me or not, I will try my best to heal Miss Angela's leg." Roland put down the teacup, "But I can't guarantee whether she can recover fully." Hearing the latter sentence, Angela's lips were a little pale, and she squeezed the corners of her clothes.

"I heard that your mentor is also an expert in this area, right?" James's expression darkened.

Roland glanced at him, "I have already consulted my mentor. If she hadn't been in the rain on the rooftop that night, both the mentor and I can promise to cure Miss Angela's leg, but now my mentor asks me to pray more to God." He paused, with a glint of sarcasm on his face, "Have you ever thought about such a day when you broke Miss Angela's leg?"

The light in James's eyes dissipated a little, and the hand holding the teacup couldn't help knocking on the teacup.

"If the tea is cold, it won't taste good." This topic made Angela feel heavy at heart, as if her heart was blocked by a lump of soggy cotton. She took Roland's teacup and poured him another cup, changing the topic. James sat with his slender legs crossed and put his hands on his knees, without making any comment.

Roland sat for a while before he got up and said, "I have something to do, so I will leave first."

"Okay." Angela got up and escorted him to the door, and James followed behind him.

After Roland started the car, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he lowered the window and said to James, "Miss Angela is not suitable for walking too much during the treatment phase. It is better to provide her with a driver." "Dr. Roland, thank you for caring about my girlfriend." James put his arm around Angela's shoulders and curled his lips at him.

Angela struggled slightly, but she didn't pull away from him since he was so strong. She could only tense her whole body.

"You're welcome." Roland slightly raised the corner of his eyes, stepped on the accelerator, and left.

The last polite smile on Angela's face disappeared. She knocked James's unhealed lower abdomen with her elbow, pulled away from him when he was in pain, and walked directly upstairs.

James followed her into the villa and spoke after her, "I said don't avoid me; otherwise, I can't guarantee what I will do."

Listening to this, Angela stopped and clenched her fists tight. She even tensed her jaw as if she was trying to suppress something.

After a pause, she took a deep breath, then went up the steps, and sat on the sofa silently.

The two sat facing each other in silence. James poured out the cold tea in her cup and poured her another cup of hot tea, but she didn't drink it. Then James pushed the fruit plate in her direction, but she still didn't plan to eat.

He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his beautiful forearms. His sharp and handsome face looked a little sad in the sun.

"A month later, I will be engaged to Jessica." James rubbed his eyebrows, looking tired.

Grandpa was in the later stages of lung cancer so he couldn't live long. If he annoyed his grandpa, his position of president and his three percent of the shares would be removed from his will.

At that time, just like his Grandpa said, he would be a good-for-nothing and couldn't protect his own woman.

Angela sneered, "So what? Did you mean that I should be ready to be a mistress?"

"I won't get married immediately after being engaged to Jessica. Before we get married, I will cancel the engagement with her." James didn't want to explain too much. Even if he explained, he felt that Angela's hatred for him would not be reduced by half. After his grandfather's death, he would cancel the engagement with Jessica. By then, the will was already in force and no one could change it.

"Well!" Angela sneered, stood up, and looked down at him, "So what if you cancel the engagement? You are engaged to Jessica but you still keep me by your side. In the eyes of others, I am a mistress!"

Seeing her face full of hatred and disgust, James found it hard to breathe as if his heart was clenched by an invisible hand, "Angela..."

"I just finished acupuncture, and I'm a little tired. I go to rest first. Don't need to call me for dinner." Angela breathed heavily and fixed her eyes on his face. Then she retracted her gaze through gritted teeth and walked upstairs.

She had just finished acupuncture so her right leg was very sore. She walked slowly with a more obvious limp than usual.

James looked at her back with the same expression as before. However, the blue veins on his bare forearm protruded, looking very hideous.

If he had another chance, he would still break her leg, so Jessica would not charge her with intentional murder even if she would hate him for it.

The Smith family did not have many offspring. Mr. Lewis had only one granddaughter and one grandson. They were Jessica and Danis. The entire Smith family would belong to them in the future.

The Harvey Group seemed to have boundless beauty. In fact, besides this enviable position, he only owned 3% of the shares.

Grandpa seemed to reuse him, but the whole Harvey family and the senior leaders of the Harvey Group knew that he would sit in this position was that his grandpa took a fancy to his ability to make money.

In other words, he was just a money-making puppet in the Harvey family. His status was very different from Jessica's. Otherwise, he would not have seen her for the past two years.

However, no matter how small his share in the Harvey Group was, the position of president was attractive enough. After his grandfather's death, he would become the chairman of the board and would have a higher chance of controlling the entire Harvey Group. Otherwise, some large families, including the Smith family, would not consider him as a good marriage partner.

James glanced at the three cups of tea that had cooled on the table, got up to put the teapot and teacups on the tray, and then brought them into the kitchen.

When Grandpa died, everything would be easy...

He poured the teacups into the sink with a splash. One teacup rolled down from the side and fell to the ground with a snap. He didn't even look at it, but lowered his head to wash the teacup in the sink.

James didn't come to knock on the door the next day. After Angela woke up at 6:00 in the morning, she sat in a daze on the bed and went downstairs at 9:30 a.m.

The dining room was clean and there was a note.

"The invitation card is ready. You can go with me on the day of the wedding. There is something for you to eat in the kitchen. Use a microwave to heat it yourself. If you don't know how to use a microwave, check it online. Two house servants who come to clean the house will arrive at ten o'clock. You can also ask them."

His style in writing was vigorous and powerful, with a sweeping impact, just like him, always giving people an aura of aggression.