Desperate Lovers
Chapter 323 You are The Only One I Kissed

"Is this thing I said boring... Ha, Angela, pretend you heard nothing, don't take any notice of me, I just like to have wide thought." Elva smiled embarrassedly.

Angela looked over her shoulder at her thinned face. "Now that you know it's a wide thought, don't bother it. You may have nothing to do. I remember you're interested in flower arranging. Why don't you take a class in flower arranging?" "No, they are for young people, and I will be a nuisance there. You're annoyed by me, not to mention the others." Elva immediately denied it.

Angela frowned and suggested, "If you don't want to be with young people, I can hire a teacher for you."

"No, don't worry about it." Elva looked at her wrinkled brow and said anxiously, "Did I say something to make you unhappy? I give you an apology, don't be angry!"

Angela said no, telling Elva not to think too much, but Elva still looked panic.

Both of them were not at ease staying together, so Angela found an excuse to leave. Elva walked her to the door of her room, worrying she would be angry.

Angela was depressed.

Was it her fault that her mother had become what she was? But her father was so intent on taking advantage of her, and her mother was a pushover. At that time she was really mad at her mother and didn't want to go home. She stood in the corridor for a while before going back to her room.

James had taken a bath and was sitting on the bed with his bathrobe partially open, reveaing his sexy chest and abdominal muscles.

As she came in, he looked away from the document. "Tomorrow your father's secretary will give you a document appointing you as a consultant to the Chante Group. I don't know what it is about, but it won't do you any harm. You can just sign it." Angela agreed and was to take phone from him.

James put down the document but did not immediately give the phone to her. Instead, he said, "From birth until now, I have had many pursuers."

"Yeah, I know." Angela, who had been chasing after him for so many years, naturally knew how many pursuers he had.

She reached her hand to him and motioned for him to give her the phone.

James picked up the phone and put it in her hand, then lifted it up before she grabbed it. "I have many pursuers, but I keep a certain distance from them all so as not to be misunderstood." "All?" Angela drew back her hand and looked down at him.

"You are an exception, but I didn't realize that I like you." Her figure reflected in his eyes.

"What about Jessica? Why do you keep her always around? Is it because you like her but you have not realized it yet?" She opened the closet, took out a piece of pajamas, and threw it on the bed.

James's Adam's apple rolled. "The Harvey family and the Smith family have a lot of cooperation, so I can't avoid her completely."

"My leg needs treatment, and Auntie Susan is very kind to me. Roland is her nephew, so I can't avoid him completely." Angela said in a light tone, "James, you can't have double standard."

James handed her the phone, sat up, and picked up the document again. He looked at the words on the document for a long time, but could not read a single word.

He raised the document and looked at Angela through the corner of his eyes. As she was concentrating on answering a message on her phone, he frowned slightly.

[Roland] I'm sorry, I had an operation. I just saw the message.

[Roland] I know a few good psychiatrists, but most of the competent ones are quirky. All the doctors I know are people who hate the use of privilege. If you want them to check on your mother, you have to go to the hospital in person, what is more, they are not local. [Roland] As far as I know about psychological patients, they dislike going to see a doctor. Elva will not agree to go to see a doctor in another province. Even if she agrees, if she does not cooperate, the doctor can do nothing about it.

Angela pressed her lips and replied a message saying that she knew.

Roland replied at once --

[I'll urge Dr. Watson to come back as soon as possible. You can invite some of Elva's old friends to see her, so that they can chat.].

After replying to a few more messages, Angela put her phone down.

James was too far away to see what the two were talking about, but he could see that the interface was dense and they were saying a lot.

Seeing that Angela was looking towards him, he looked down at the document at once. It was only then that he realized that the document had been twisted by his hand at some point.

"Give me the phone when someone sends messages to me." Angela gave him the phone.

James took the mobile phone, put aside, and put down the document after a moment of thinking.

He called Angela who was going to take a bath with her pajamas. "You should say I am jealous."

Angela turned to look at him. "What?"

"It's not double standard, it's jealousy." He stood up and looked directly at her. "Seeing you talking with other men makes me feel uncomfortable."

He pointed at his heart.

"And then?" Asked Angela.

He had nothing different but his ears were rosy unexpectedly, "I don't like to see you talking to other men, and I don't like to see them touching you. You are mine," he said.

"James, don't you think what you said is childish?" Angela said in a light tone, "In addition to women, there are men in this world. My colleagues, clients, friends are men or women, it is normal. Do you want me to break relationship with all men except you?" When they looked into each other's eyes, James looked away, "I don't care about the others, but you should keep a distance with Roland."

"I don't care about the others, but you should keep your distance from Jessica." Angela said with the exact same words to him. The atmosphere was tense.

James looked down at her and his eyes gradually became cold. The more she acted like this, the less he liked seeing her with Roland. "James," Angel eased her tone, "I am your lover, not your property. I respect you, but you should try to respect me."

James said in a cool voice, "What does it mean to respect you? I should remain silent when I see other men touching your leg?"

Angela was angry, thinking that he was too restrictive to her. It was not like love, but like he treated her as a pet that did not need thinking.

But when she saw him saying these things in a serious way, she wanted to laugh. "James, can you be reasonable? What do you mean a man touching my leg?"

"Am I wrong?" She was smiling? James frowned more deeply.

Perhaps he didn't even notice it. He was used to hiding his emotions from everyone, but now he was less and less willing to hide his emotions from her.

Angela sighed lightly and rubbed her eyebrows, "I'm getting treatment. If you hadn't broken my leg, would I need Roland to touch my leg?"

James clenched his lips and kept silent.

Angela licked her dry lip and walked up to him with pajamas in her arms. Looking up at him, she suddenly reached to his neck, stood on tiptoe and pecked his lips. "No matter which man I talk to or do with, you're the only one I kissed, okay?"