Desperate Lovers
Chapter 45 Is It Fun to Play Dumb?

Hearing this, Angela's pupils crinkled as she looked at him incredulously.

If he knew the truth, why had he just allowed her to be misunderstood?

James stared ahead without glancing at her as if he didn't even know she was looking at him.

Angela withdrew her gaze and her expression had returned to normal.

It was also understandable since Jessica was his beloved woman, and what was she?

"Actress?"

Jessica blinked and said innocently.

"James, are you asking about Angela?

If she wants to be an actress, she needs to get rid of the scars on her face first.

And the fact that she has been in jail mustn't be known or she will be cursed."

"With such good acting skills, it's a pity you don't go to the entertainment industry. There's one less potential movie queen for the Oscars."

James stopped and looked down at Jessica in her wheelchair, laughed lightly, and continued walking forward.

"James thinks so highly of you. Do you want to think about it?"

Jessica blinked, "Although it's not really suitable since you have been in jail, you can try it. At least it's more decent than being a PR lady or a cleaning lady." "Is it fun to play dumb?"

Angela asked.

Jessica looked at James's back and said with a complicated expression, "It has to be fun even if it's not, or something I love will be gone."

When Jessica finished her rehab and they were heading out, the attending physician suddenly called Angela.

"What's up?"

Angela asked as she stopped her steps.

The attending physician glanced at her right leg, "Forgive me for asking, is your right leg not very good?" "Cripple! Cripple!"

The shouts of "Cripple" in prison seemed to ring in her ears, and Angela turned abruptly pale, hiding her right leg behind the wheelchair.

She had tried desperately to learn how to walk like a normal person, but physical defects couldn't be hidden just by trying to hide them.

"I didn't mean anything else and forgive me for asking."

The doctor, replaceing the atmosphere too awkward, explained.

"If so, you can do a test, and maybe it can be cured."

Hearing this, the bottom of Angela's eyes flashed for a moment. No one would willingly have a physical disability.

Jessica's eyes were downcast, and there was a flash of gloom on her face.

She had seen so many specialists who said that her leg was incurable, but Angela's leg could be cured!

"No, she was born with a disability that can't be cured."

Without waiting for Angela to speak, James spoke coolly and walked straight towards the door.

The light under Angela's eyes instantly disappeared, anger surging in her heart, but in the end, it could only turn into resentment.

She didn't have the strength to fight against James, and the only thing she could do was to please him and stay away from him.

He wouldn't let her cure it, so she wouldn't do it to avoid being beaten once more.

When she got into the car, Angela had just pulled out a tissue when James, who was sitting in the back, said.

"No need to be so wasteful."

Angela inclined her head to look at his clear, handsome brow, and her butterfly-winged, thick, curling lashes fluttered.

She hummed, putting the tissue down in the front, and sat down.

"James."

Seeing this, Jessica frowned for a moment and said, "I have seriously considered that if Angela's leg can be cured, let her do so. It's enough to ruin me alone. Don't ruin her."

"She hurt your leg and that's the price."

Daylight shone in through the car window, casting a circle of light on James's handsome face and body.

It was a beautiful scene, but Angela wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. She only felt chills all over her body.

He was truly determined to destroy her.

Jessica sighed and looked at Angela with drooping pity.

Such a gaze made Angela feel her stomach flip. Jessica's hypocrisy was something she could never learn.

"Oh yeah, I just saw your brother and sister-in-law at the hospital."

Jessica asked curiously.

"Why don't they say hello to you?

Is it because they are embarrassed that you have been in jail?”

Angela tightened her lips and lowered her eyes, her hand on the lap unconsciously clutching her shirt.

"After all, it is inappropriate to ignore them when you're family."

Jessica sighed with emotion and spoke carelessly, "You've been in jail for two years. I don't think you've seen the pair of dragon and phoenix babies, right?

I've seen them a few times. They are quite cute and have inherited all the good genes from your brother and sister-in-law."

Angela's hand clutching the clothes was so hard that it went straightly whitened. She was forced into the Dream Club after she was released from prison, so she didn't have the chance to meet her twin nephew and niece?

When Jessica said that, she was deliberately poking a knife into her heart!

"You don't speak. Are you feeling...sad?"

Jessica leaned forward and closed the distance between them, "How about I go and replace Uncle Lorenzo and Mr. Greyson to..."

Angela's patience had reached its limit and she violently lifted her eyes to interrupt her, "Aren't you tired of pretending all day long? Isn't that disgusting?

Is it because you can't dance with a broken leg and have nothing better to do than to come out and disgust people and emphsize your presence?"

She regretted it after finishing her sentence.

James sat right back and looked at her quietly, the bottom of his eyes were deep as if he wanted to suck her into the endless abyss.

The anger in Angela's heart gradually dissipated, transforming into scorn and trepidation for him, and her hand clutching her clothes slightly loosened a bit, her fingertips trembling invisibly. Maybe it would be better to apologize now, but she didn't want to, and she was unwilling.

"Why do you think so?"

Jessica seemed to be shocked by her and spoke again with some aggravation, “As a friend, I just don't want to see you in such a stalemate with your family and want to help you out." Angela's eyelashes fluttered as she tried to ignore the cool gaze that fell on her, "Miss Jessica, thank you for your kindness. Don't bother."

"It's a time-consuming task, so you don't have to be so insensitive."

Jessica was magnanimous and didn't take into account those overly intense words of hers, "I'll talk to Uncle Lorenzo and the others. They may let you meet those kids."

"Your sympathy doesn't have to be so overwhelming."

James suddenly spoke out, biting the word sympathy heavily, seemingly mixed with a hint of mockery that couldn't be seen in his expression.

Jessica's eyes flashed for a moment and said softly,

"I'm me being nosy."

Then she made no more sound.

The car was eerily quiet. The air seemed to thicken and crushed together, making it hard to breathe.

Angela secretly looked at James in the rearview mirror. He sat in the back row and inclined his head to look out of the window. He looked indifferent and she could not know whether those words she just said had provoked him.

She tensed her spine, her whole body like a drawn bowstring.

After ten minutes, he didn't mean to embarrass her, so she wiped the thin sweat from the wings of her nose at some point, but her back was still tight.

The Bentley stopped in front of the Dream Club, and Angela got out of the car, watching it disappear before realizing that a cold sweat had risen on her body at some point.

"Angela!"

Suddenly someone tapped her on the shoulder.

Angela turned around, and when she saw the person patting her, a hint of joy surfaced under her eyes, "Brother?!"