Desperate Lovers
Chapter 57 A Lame Explanation

The office was so quiet that even a needle that dropped to the floor could be heard.

"What else can I do for you, James?

If no, I'll go to work."

The office was big, but James was there, the air seemed to be squeezed and there was little oxygen in it.

James smiled lightly, nobody knowing his eyes dim or bright, as if there was snort in them, "You love your job so much, and work so diligently, should I give your a promotion?" "You must be joking. This is just what I should do."

Angela's every cell was tight, not knowing what she did had dissatisfied him.

Or, it was whatever she did just dissatisfied him.

"Leaving your clothes intentionally is also what you should do as an employee?"

James snorted, put down the tea cup, took a bag beside his feet and threw it on the table.

Seeing the bag, Angela was reminded that she forgot to take her clothes home yesterday.

"You have nothing to say,

don't you?"

James stood up and walked toward her, looking down at her.

She lowered her head, her height not to his shoulder. She felt ill at ease like this when she had to be submissive.

But as for why she felt ill at ease, she did not want to think about, and she was not willing to think about it.

He was so tall that Angela felt she was suppressed. She held her breath and moved a few steps backwards, then she explained, "I did not mean it."

She was having an intense stomachache and just wanted to go to the hospital, so she forgot about her clothes.

"This is a lame explanation."

James lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him, "Angela, I have told you that you should make a good excuse before lying."

"How can you be sure that is a lie, not the truth?

Just because you do not have a good impression of me, everything I do is on purpose?"

Angela held the cornerof her coat tightly and regretted after saying these words.

Her attitude like this would just make James more dissatisfied with her.

James loosened her chin, his fingers touching the scar on her forehead. His eyes became dimmer, "Angela...”

"I am sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you with such a rude manner."

Her forehead, where he touched was like be licked by a sharp knife. Angela's nose was covered by a layer of cold sweat, "The accident that happened yesterday in the car. I am sorry for that. It was all my fault."

James looked at her fear that she tried to hide, his eyebrows moving a little bit. And he sat back in his chair, "The tea is cold."

"Please wait a moment. I'll make a new one for you."

Angela boiled some water, and made tea, but she felt ill at ease. When she was passing the tea to him, she was scalded by the hot tea, but she did not make any sound.

James took a glance at her scalded hand and his eyes became dimmer. He held the tea to drink, but he was not in the mood to do it, so he just put it down.

"I have gastrosis, and I drank too much alcohol yesterday, so I was in a hurry to go to the hospital. This was why I forgot my clothes."

Angela knew that he would not believe it, but she still said it again.

The reason why she explained it again was that she could not bear his furor.

James made a light sound "well", but whether he was happy or not could not tell.

He leaned against the chair and relaxed his shoulders, with some tiredness in his facial expression.

Seeing this, Angela stopped saying anything. However, when she thought about what Julia told her, she still said cautiously,

"I know something about massage, I can massage your shoulders for you."

James's legs were intertwined and his hands were on his knees, looking at her gently.

Angela could not get what he meant. She moved her lips a bit, but she did not say anything in the end.

"You learned so many things."

James said it, with some unclear meaning in it. Then he closed his eyes and said, "Come over here."

Angela answered "yes", and she went near him, with her head low. She took a deep breath and put her hands on his shoulders. Her hands were trembling without control.

After a while, seeing that his eyes were closed, she stopped trembling gradually and looked at him secretly.

The sun light spread over him through the windows, which made his angular face gentler and made it seem less aggressive.

Maybe it was because the air-conditioner was set too high, he unbuckled two of the buttons on his shirt, which wrapped his chest muscles. An intense hormone smell could be felt. All of a sudden, Angela's eyes contracted.

Between his chest muscle and his clavicle was an extremely good jade pendant...which she gave to the director.

How come it was on him?

"Are you sure you are massaging, not letting off your anger?"

James opened his eyes, which were deep and dark.

Angela forced herself to move her eyes away from the jade pendant, and she massaged gentler, "I am sorry. I haven't been massaging for a long time, so I am not sure about the proper strength." She heard that the director left the company, so she had no way to ask about the jade pendant.

"You massaged for many people before?"

James straightened himself up and rubbed the middle of his eyebrows, which was swelling. He did not sleep well, because he had to deal with the documents for several hours last night. Angela stiffened for a while and said "yes" after a long time.

Her dad always had shoulder pain after dealing with the documents, so she learned something about massage and massaged for him.

At this word, a dark light flashed in James's eyes. He patted her hands away, "Stop."

"Did I hurt you just now?"

Angela asked carefully after seeing that he was unhappy.

Snap.

At this moment, The door was pushed oped.

Jessica came in her wheelchair. Seeing that Angela was also here, she felt surprised and shocked. She said with a smile,

"I thought only James was here, so I did not knock before coming in. Don't put it into your mind."

"She is not qualified to mind it."

James renewed the tea and raised his head to see Jessica, "How do you know I am here?"

Jessica took a glance at the bag on the table, and said gently,

"I heard that your mother asked you to give the clothes to Angela, so I come here."

Then she turned to look at Angela, with a standard smile on her face, "Please make a cup of tea for me. I am thirsty."

"OK."

Angela suppressed the surging grievance in her mind and went to the table to make tea for Jessica.

"You're an employee of the Dream Club, not a servant, you don't need to do that."

James took the tea that Angela passed to him. He curled his lips a little and said to Jessica, looking at her,

"You can always get information about where I go. People who do not know the truth will think that you install a tracking device on me."

They said these words like nothing happened, but the atmosphere in the office was intense.

"James, you are good at joking. How dare I install a tracking device on you?

The reason why I know where you are is probably because we can alwasy feel one another."

Jessica smiled, which made her beautiful face even more charming.

James snorted lightly and took a sip of the tea.

"It is not convenient for me to make tea, could you please make a cup of tea for me?"

Jessica looked at Angela, and said gently,

"I have to make it clear that I do not take you as a maid."

Angela's eyebrows narrowed and wen to take the teapot again, but James took it before she did.

He glanced at Jessica, "I am saying it again if you do not hear it clearly. My staff are not responsible for serving tea. You can make it yourself if you want to drink. "