Desperate Lovers
Chapter 47 Release your Hand

Angela took the clothes from Julia's hand and gave a look at it. She felt a little confused, but she didn't say anything. She put the clothes beside her pillow, then went out to make a phone call. After washing up, she went to bed.

Early the next morning, Angela was still asleep when she was awakened by the slamming of the door.

"Why are you still sleeping? Are you a pig?

Open the door!"

"I told you to open the door. Did you hear me? Fuck! Two fucking bitches!"

Angela frowned and said to Julia, who was also woken up with a depressed face.

"You lie down, I'll open the door."

"She's so annoying!"

Julia muttered and rolled over, pulling the quilt over her face.

Angela went over and opened the door, then she saw Timothy standing in the doorway, wearing a slip dress and a loose burgundy coat, and obvious love bites on her neck. "What are you fuck looking at? I'll gouge your eyes out if you......"

Timothy shouted abuse. But she stopped the curse under Angela's gaze.

Angela said, "Don't blame me for not warning you that I'll make you never open your mouth again, if you dare to speak rude to me."

"Don't you fucking dare!"

Timothy stretched her neck, and her nostrils looked broadened because of her slight upward movement.

Angela tried to crack a smile, but there was no smile in her eyes, "You can have a try."

When she finished, she went back to her bunk.

Timothy's face turned from white to blue, and then from blue to red. Finally she snapped the door as if she was letting off her anger, and whispered a curse.

Angela ignored her, picked up her uniform and prepared to wear, but she put it down after thinking for a moment.

She suppose she didn't need to wear the uniform today.

It was about the time when someone would call her or came to her door.

No sooner had the thought flashed than the door was pushed open.

"Who's so angry in the morning?

I heard the slamming of the door far away."

Gabriela walked in with a smile. Even she wore the simple suit dress, she looked sexy and charming.

"I didn't want to be so angry."

Timothy pouted. She was saying to Gabriela but her eyes were fixed on Angela, "It's just that someone went too far, who left me alone at the door for half an hour in the morning. Who wouldn't be angry to be treated like this?"

Angela didn't refute it and let Timothy make up the story.

"Don't take anyone for a fool, Timothy."

Gabriela took Timothy's hand and raised her head slightly, alluding "Otherwise, you'll have to suffer a loss sooner or later.."

Timothy pursed her lips and didn't make a sound, and she just glanced at Angela and returned to her bunk reluctantly.

"You don't have to work today. Mr. James will arrive in half an hour, so packed it up in a hurry, and listen to Mr. James's arrangements then."

Gabriela patted Angela's shoulder using her index finger. Then she smiled ambiguously and walked away.

Julia stretched her head from the quilt, with a bit of inquiry in her eyes, "Angela, Mr. James knows you?" Angela agreed with a low voice, then she said with Julia's suddenly brightened eyes,

"How can he not know me when I hurt the leg of the woman he loves?"

"Then you

......

you'd better be careful and don't offend him today."

The light in Julia's eyes instantly dissipated, then she smiled with embarrassment and re-covered her head with the quilt.

Angela didn't have any other clothes, so she wore the one she had worn yesterday and went out after simply putting on a light makeup.

It took an hour for James to arrive. When Angela opened the door and was about to sit in the driver's seat, James gave her a disapproving look, "Sit in the back."

"Ok..."

Pursing her lips, Angela walked around to the back with her stiffened body, sitting beside James.

She was not accustomed to sitting too close to James, from whom she can smell the faint aroma of tobacco, which seemed to wrap her in an invisible net and made her too oppressed to breathe. Angela propped up the seat and carefully moved towards right, in an attempt to keep away from James.

Suddenly, a strong arm hooked around her waist, and her body stiffened before she could react, then she fell into the chest of the man beside her.

"If you're so afraid of me, why did you go to all the trouble and come to my mom's birthday party?

Why?"

James cupped her chin and slabbed her face upright, whose dark eyes reflected her pale and panic face.

Angela's heart stuttered and she dropped her eyes, not daring to look at him, "I haven't seen aunt for two years and I missed her."

Angela's mother would be at her aunt's birthday party too, and she wanted to see her mother, so she had the nerve to call her aunt last night.

The sound of James's strong heartbeat was just beside Angela's ear, which made her feel uncomfortable. She propped herself up with her left hand, trying to go back to her seat.

But James suddenly reached out and pressed his hands on her shoulder, then her left hand could not support the weight, so she lay directly on his lap.

"Angela."

James leaned towards her slightly, putting his fingers on her disabled right leg, rubbing it gently, "Was the punishment two years ago not impressive?" So she dared to lie in front of him?

The place he had touched felt like it had been cut by the sharpest knife, which gave her goose pimples and her butterfly-winged eyelashes couldn't stop trembling.

In a trance, Angela felt the piercing pain in her right leg.

"One more chance for you."

James's hand rested on her knee, knocking unconcernedly.

He did not knock with great strength, but Angela's heart trembled with each of his knocking.

She clutched the seat unconsciously, confounded and uncomfortably, "I want to see my mother."

She just wanted to see her mom, but she had to achieve it by means of others' birthday party. She never thought that such ridiculous things would happen to her.

"Well."

James laughed lightly, his words carrying a faint sarcasm, "Should I say that members of the Chante Family are cruel?

Or are you too affectionate?"

Angela's eyes were filled with embarrassment. She tried to sit up, but she couldn't replace support and could only get help from his leg with nervousness.

Yet she didn't expect to press into his private parts!

"I'm sorry..."

Her face was instantly bloodless, and her body couldn't stop trembling.

The driver saw the scene in the rearview mirror, whose legs subconsciously came together with a chill in his back.

James's expression, which had always been unperturbed, was somewhat livid. There was cold sweat on his forehead, then he said coldly,

"Don't you pull your hand away?"

Angela pulled her hand away in a hurry and sat up against his legs, then she sat close to the car window.

She had seen many ruthless people in prison, but perhaps it was because James had broken her leg with a club that the person she feared most was still him. "Stop."

James's face was tinged with an abnormal flush, and his eyes were dark.

When the car stopped, he turned his head to look at Angela, then he ordered in a freezing voice, "Get out!"

"Can I go to the birthday party?"

Angela knew she'd better leave right now, but she really didn't want to miss this chance to see her mom. Sweat ran down James's forehead and down his cheeks, "If you don't get down right now, you don't have to!" When she left, he put his legs together, his hand over the injury, and said with great difficulty, "Go to the hospital!"