Desperate Lovers
Chapter 38 The Pain is Nothing

Angela stood up tensely in his oppressive gaze, "I'm sorry."

The slit of her cheongsam swang back and forth as she moved.

There was an obvious scar on her leg, but it blended perfectly with the pattern on her clothes, which made Angela more attractive.

Others kept their eyes fixed on her.

James put the glass down gloomily.

He leaned back with overlapped legs, and commanded in a frosty tone,

"Get the fuck out of here!"

"The new girl was thoughtless to push her way in.

Come here, I got plenty of room for you."

Someone laughed and patted the couch.

James gave Angela a straight look with his clenched lips.

"Thanks Mr. Leon. I'm all good."

Angela swallowed down the humiliation. She tried to raised her mouth, "Now that Mr. Harvey doesn't want me to sit aside. I'll just stand here." "Mr. Leon seems to be abandoned."

Someone laughed out.

Mr. Leon smiled awkwardly,

"Never mind. Mr. Harvey is young and charming. I am sincerely convinced!

At least I won't get questioned when I go home."

The crowd burst into laughter. Then the conversation quickly returned to business.

James didn't ask Angela to leave anymore, neither did he take a glance at her. He treated her as a complete strange.

People talked casually about business, with James spoke occasionally. He sat quietly most of the time.

Anyhow, no one dared to neglect him at all. The crowd kept resting upon James. If there were doubts on his face, they would soon change the subjects.

"It's really an honor for us to get Mr. Harvey here this time. I would like to make a toast to him and everyone else!"

Someone stood up with a broad smile, and raised his glass.

Others followed and clinked.

James was the last one to stand up. He did a slight clink.

"Mr. Harvey can not drink much. Let me take this for you."

Angela whispered with her lips curled.

The crowd stunned there with a confused look.

Did she want to drink for Mr. Harvey?

James stared at Angela. After a moment, he poured some wine and handed to her.

Angela took the glass decisively and tossed off.

"This beauty is indeed a drinker!"

Someone clapped hands and guffawed, "Get one more."

The valuable wine twisted down from the glass, with a rich flavour spread over. Angela's glass quickly got filled up again.

Angela swept her eyes to James with the wine glass in her hand.

He sat in the couch with a misty look. Obviously he didn't pay attention to her at all.

Angela ticked her lips with an ironic smile. Then she gulped the wine bitterly, after toasting with the bosses.

James changed his posture, resting his hand on the lap,

and took a quick peek at Angela's emptied glass with his knitted brows.

"I really like how jovial she is."

"I agree. But it's sinful to waste a bottle of good wine by quaffing it."

"Don't cast a chill over. Let's toast once again."

Angela raised her glass again and stood among these middle-aged men. She lifted her lips up a little.

There was already a slight discomfort over her stomach. But she still drank in one gulp decisively.

As long as James was pleased to forgive her, she can surely cope with such minor discomfort.

Seeing Angela gobbled one glass after another, James loosened his tie a little, but the suffocation didn't get eased off.

He ducked his head with a cigarette between his fingers.

"Let me light it for you."

Angela fought the urge to throw up, hunkered down in front of James, and meekly lighted his cigarette with the gold leaf lighter on table.

The burning flame was vividly reflected in her eyes. She looked up at him, with no sign of the unruly rich princess she used to be. James stared down at Angela. He paused before taking a puff on the cigarette, then blew a delicate swirl of smoke.

Angela turned off the lighter and placed it back. Then she stood quietly behind him.

By the time James finished, she quickly bent down and poured a glass of wine for him.

She didn't pay attention to anyone else, nor would she serve them.

The others guffawed that Angela was only interested in James.

After a while, they left one after another. Only Angela and James were in the room.

"You never seem to get tired of seducing others, even working as a cleaner here. You look really terrible."

James glanced at her with a piercing voice.

"You got it wrong."

Angela felt a burning fire in her stomach, and wiped the sweat from her forehead, with total obedience in her eyes,

"Gabriela asked me to serve as a receptionist."

James didn't respond, passing her and went out with a serious face.

He stopped when he reached the door, "Don't drink if you are suffering from gastric disease."

Angela trembled slightly as she pressed her stomach.

Was he... worried about her?

Angela turned to look at his back. Before she uttered her appreciation, a cold voice came up,

"I don't want any of my employees died here for work."

Then he strode out.

By watching him leave, Angela instantly felt the frozen breezy, and her limbs seemed to be stiffened as well.

Angela rubbed her dizzy head and laughed at herself. Did she drink too much?

She thought he would care about her.

In the hallway.

James constantly think of Angela's cheongsam, which made him antsy for no reason at all.

He didn't know whether he was angry, or having other feelings towards Angela... Though it wasn't his first time. Her cheongsam was extremely conspicuous tonight.

He walked a little faster with his loosened tie. A male voice came out when he passed by the supervisor's office.

"I just got a new stuff. Wonder if Mr. Young is interested or not?

Well, a jade pendant from the Ming Dynasty. I want you to check it for me."

James slowed down with an image emerging in his mind. There was nothing on Angela's neck.

The door was cracked open. James stopped and peeped through. After a moment, he pushed open the door and walked in.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐