Desperate Lovers
Chapter 277: Relax, You Are Too Nervous

Sexual intercourse overnight.

Angela slept uncomfortably, and woke up at dawn. Her whole body was weak. She frowned, turned over slightly, and sucked in pain.

"Woke up?" James woke up a long time ago, put his right elbow on the pillow, and looked at her sideways. Seeing her awake, he moved to her side and kissed her on the lips with a smile.

Angela just opened her eyes, and was still not sober. After being kissed by him, she suddenly widened her eyes and became more awake.

She was really not used to having a man lying next to her early in the morning, and he made such intimate movements with her... She sat up abruptly and subconsciously opened the distance between them. Pain.

As if being run over by a car, she felt weak, sore, and a little tired.

Angela frowned slightly and bent over. The stress on the waist was reduced, and the soreness on the waist was also reduced a little.

"Hungry?" Seeing her movements, James's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything, "I'll go down to cook and you can lie down for a while."

He lifted the quilt, got out of the bed in front of Angela, and began to dress.

It was undeniable that James had a very good figure.

The muscles on his body were just right, not very exaggerated. His shoulders were broad and his upper body was a perfectly inverted triangle shape. Wasp waist, buttocks, and long legs all exuded a strong sexy charm.

Angela watched him put on his underwear, only to realize that she had been staring at him a little longer. Then she turned away with a blushing look.

"Come." After James got dressed, he said to her suddenly.

Angela rubbed her waist, and glanced at the distance of more than one meter between them, "I don't want to move."

"The sheets were dirty. Can you continue to sleep here?" James raised his eyebrows slightly. Before she could answer, he walked to her and took her with the quilt into his arms.

Her body suddenly hung in the air, and Angela subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck. She was facing the bed. Without the cover of the quilt, the blood stains on the sheets were particularly obvious, telling the ambiguity of last night. Angela tilted her head and didn't look again. James hugged her to his room, put her on the bed, and went downstairs to cook.

He was very careful just now. But when she returned to bed, the back that he had touched still felt sore.

Angela sat up and erected the two pillows. She leaned on it, trying to rub her waist to make herself more comfortable.

But the sitting position made her waist very uncomfortable. Moreover, her arm was so sore that she couldn't exert any effort at all.

Angela glanced at the red marks on her arms, pursed her lips, and lay back on the bed again.

She was lying on the bed where James had slept without clothes, felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't sleep at all.

After a while, James came with the meal, and Denise followed him.

When she saw Angela lying on the bed with ambiguous red marks on her naked skin, her expression was complicated, with surprises, tangles, and some inexplicable emotions.

"Aunt." Angela was a little surprised that Denise came, and then sat up slightly embarrassed. She tried to cover her body with the quilt so that Denise would not see it, otherwise it would be even more embarrassing. However, she felt that when Auntie came in, she probably saw it clearly...

"Lie down if you feel uncomfortable." Denise put her bag down, walked to the bed, and helped Angela lay down.

Angela looked at her, then lowered her eyes, and said hoarsely, "... I'm sorry, auntie."

She was now tied to James and had become a burden to him.

"You don't have to apologize." Denise rubbed her head and said, "This is James's choice. No matter what, he won't have the right to complain."

James put the meal on the table. Considering that Angela didn't wear clothes and it was inconvenient to eat, he said, "Mom, don't you have something to tell me?"

"Yeah. "Denise stood up and smiled at Angela, "Angela, don't think too much. You have to eat first, and I will go down to talk to James."

Angela nodded.

Denise went out with James. After closing the door, she sighed and whispered, "It's inappropriate for you to be with Angela now."

Mom, have you had a meal yet? Do you want to eat together? "James walked down the stairs, but did not answer.

The two went to the dining room. James brought out some home-cooked dishes, and then served two bowls of duck porridge.

Denise picked up the spoon and put it down again, really having no appetite, "You have no shares now, and you are not the president of the Harvey Group. You can't protect yourself. Why are you still implicating her? I don't know what you're thinking." "Are you afraid that I won't be able to protect Angela, or that she will hold me back?" James took a bite of the dish and chewed slowly.

Denise did not answer, but said, "No matter what the reason is, you are not suitable for being with Angela."

"Whether it's suitable is not important, but the will is." James said.

Denise frowned and took a sip of porridge, "Last night, you..."

She didn't go on.

"Yeah." James nodded.

"It's so ridiculous." Denise put the spoon in the bowl and said worriedly, "The child's birth date is two months late. How do you explain to your grandpa?"