Desperate Lovers
Chapter 89 Drink Enough in the Swimming Pool

James shook the goblet, and the red liquid rippled round and round in the goblet to form a whirlpool, which was extremely ornamental, but it also indicated some dull depression.

"Is it OK for me to drink a glass of red wine and for Angela to drink half a glass of juice?"

Felix put the empty glass on the table, took a new glass of red wine from the tray, handed it to her mouth with a smile, and said in an ambiguous way:

"Well, I won't embarrass you. How about you take a sip and I drink the rest?"

Saying that, he glanced at James defiantly.

The edge of the goblet was stained with Angela's lipstick. She pressed her lips tightly to get the glass in his hand. "You drink a glass of wine, me too. It is fair."

"Hey, no need to-" Felix smiled badly, and he did not release the glass, but covered his hand over hers, "I am a man, you are a woman. If I have a glass of wine, and ask you to have one too, is this not bullying? Just take a sip and I'll take the rest."

Angela clenched her teeth as she looked at the two hands together.

Felix was clearly flirting with her, but she was going back to the Dream Club tomorrow. If she did not do what he asked, she was afraid he would make trouble in the futurte.

"Didn't you drink enough water in the swimming pool last time?"

James looked at him coldly and easily separated his hand, then yanked Angela behind him.

Jessica just came in and saw this scene. Her smile froze on her face for a moment before returning to normal.

"Is Mr. James angry?" Thinking of the wretchedness at that party, Felix's handsome face was dark red, but he could only force a smile, "I was just joking with Miss Angela. Don't mind, I apologize." He raised his red wine and drank it up, placing the empty glass heavily on the table.

"Mind your mouth and hands. Even if I don't use my girl, it's not your turn."

James made a hawk-like gaze straight at him and said word by word.

Angela clenched her fists tightly, knuckles whitened due to too much force.

What did James take her for? An item?

"I'm used to sharing women with my brothers, and I didn't know Mr. James is so attached to a random woman. It is my fault, and I'll never make the same mistake next time."

Felix's face was dark for a moment, and his eyes were full of defiance, but on his face was an ingratiating smile.

James ignored him, and instead turned to speak to Angela, "Give me your hands."

She held out her hands and he took two glasses of champagne and poured the wine over her hands, carefully washing them before flinging her a few paper towels to wipe them clean.

"It has been cleaned."

Did James feel she was dirty? Angela endured the humiliation, and whispered.

Felix leaned over the table in a hanging position and drank five or six glasses of red wine in a row, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a few shades of red.

"In the future, I will go around when I see a male dog in heat."

James took a paper towel and wiped his champagne-stained hands, then threw it away and walked towards the north, "Follow me."

Angela hmmed and bent her head as she followed him.

When they were seven or eight meters out, Felix put his empty glass on the table with a thud, spat on the ground, and cursed.

"What the fuck! A fucking bitch on my head!"

"Why are you so angry, Felix?"

A woman with a large flaxen curl approached him, her breasts clinging to him.

"That bitch James?!"

Felix suppressed a growl, a sinister look in his cunning eyes, "He was so rude just because he was born with a gold spoon in his mouth?" The woman looked around cautiously and said in a delicate voice.

"I know you're not afraid of Mr. James, but this is not your place after all, so keep your voice down."

"Fuck off!" Felix pushed her away in annoyance, his gaze locked on Angela's back.

Refuse me, huh? I would get your body some day!

Angela followed behind James and had only taken a dozen steps when Jessica shouted at them.

"Brother James, Angela, wait for a minute."

Her voice was soft and gentle, quite enjoyable.

Angela frowned and stopped anyway, she glanced up, but James didn't seem to hear her and was still walking forward.

She pursed her lips and didn't shout out.

"Angela." Jessica pushed the wheelchair to her, a very comforting smile on her pretty face.

On the same day two years ago, the same scene happened when Jessica was walking towards the red race car with the same smile. The scene played in Angela's mind like a movie.

Anger went all the way up in her body, Angela took a deep breath and looked indifferent, "Mr. James is just ahead, it's not too late for you to go after him."

"I'll just go for Brother James later."

Jessica smiled warmly, picked up the gift box on the wheelchair and handed it to Jessica with both hands, "Angela, happy birthday."

Angela didn't even look at the gift box, the scar at the end of her brow was tinged with a slightly manic look that she usually had, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can't afford to accept your gift."

She did not want to take it either.

She felt it was disgusting.

"I was afraid you wouldn't accept it, so I didn't send anything expensive."

The bottom of Jessica's eyes seemed to be filled with bright stars, "Do you remember?

I fell in love with photography for a while and especially loved holding my canera around to take pictures."

There was a burning mania in Angela's breath, and she struggled to suppress the anger and disgust in her heart, "It's been too long, and I have a bad memory."

"Pretty much just before your eighteenth birthday, I took a lot of pictures of you, Greyson, my brother, me, and James."

Jessica didn't seem to notice her emotions, her face still wore a bright smile, "I develpped all those photos and made them into an album for you, to commemorate our wonderful youth." The birthday party was crowded, and the sound of people everywhere annoyed Angela's already irritable heart to the maximum.

She kept taking deep breaths, trying to ease her emotions, but right in front of Jessica's simple, innocent smiling face, and a supposed gift box commemorating her wonderful innocence. All that anger can't no longer be suppressed!

BANG!

Angela took the gift box and heaved it to the ground, her voice a little shrill from strong emotion, "A memorial to a good youth, or to my stupid ignorance?!"

There were tears sliding down the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them away quickly.

In an instant, the entire birthday party fell silent as the crowd looked at the two in shock, disbelief, curiosity or teasing.

Jessica retracted her empty hand, froze and looked at the photos scattered into the ground, her smile disappeared like a colorful bubble in the sunlight, leaving only sadness, "Angela......" "Don't call my name!"

Angela's body trembled slightly, mania and anger flowing through her body, seemingly bursting, "You don't deserve it! Jessica, you don't deserve it!"

The gown was designed to be long to cover the scars on her leg, and she carried her skirt and rushed out of the banquet hall under Jessica's wounded gaze and the stares of others. People came and went in the hotel corridor, and Angela stumbled forward, not looking at them, but feeling that these people were talking about her just as they had two years ago.