Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 109

Jessica had a hidden crush in her eyes, and looked at him almost greedily as she whispered,

"I don't know what she's thinking, but I can tell you that it isn't the first time I've run into them together.

And like I said before, I don't have to slander my good friend and own brother."

“Well.”

James sneered, only to feel the annoyance spread down his limbs and bones, and now every cell was irritable and uncomfortable, like being cut by a knife and roasted by the fire, "Why should I believe your side of the story?"

Jessica sighed lightly, "James, even if I made up what I said, how do you explain the scene you saw just now?"

She laughed bitterly at herself.

"Am I a witch who can manipulate Angela to control my brother?"

October was approaching, and the temperature was not high, but sweat was flowing down James's forehead in a steady stream.

He unbuttoned his cuffs and pulled up his sleeves. On his well-defined forearms, veins stood out in a ferocious manner.

Jessica had never seen him show so much emotion. Seeing him lose his temper for Angela, she was very miserable, "I didn't mean to say that, but tomorrow you will be engaged to Angela. So I hesitated again and again before I decided to tell you the truth."

She sighed heavily with helplessness, "I really don't want to see you living in the dark, nor do I want to hear people say that my friend is indiscreet and my brother is the third person in your relationship.

It’s also painful for me to tell you the truth."

"Don't tell anyone about this!"

James said with a tightly tensed face and got into the car with a dazed look, quickly starting the car and leaving the Smith’s house.

Jessica watched the car fade away in her line of sight with a complicated and bitter expression.

James claimed that he didn't like Angela, and the marriage with the Chante family was just because of business interests.

But from his performance today, he clearly had a crush on her, but didn’t realize it...

A few hours passed quickly for others, but it was sheer torture for James.

He left the Smiths' house and hurried back to the company, where the finance manager gave him the monthly report, but he didn't listen to anything.

The secretary sent him the documents to be signed, two or three of which he signed in the wrong place. And one was even signed in Angela's name.

It was so inefficient that he simply went out of the office.

Before getting in the car, he threw the rings he'd just bought that afternoon in the trash can and drove away from the company.

As he reached the first traffic light, he frowned, turned the wheel, and headed back to the office.

The cleaners at the Harvey Group were disposing garbage, which was already packed and about to be thrown in the dust cart.

James sat in the driver's seat, his long, good-looking fingers tapping on the steering wheel.

He fixed his gaze on the cleaner, got up and sat down again. He repeated this several times. When the cleaner was about to leave with his cart, he got out quickly with a sullen face and called out to the cleaner.

"You’re Mr. James?"

The cleaner's cloudy eyes stared at him for a moment, whose old, bark-like face was tinged with surprise and joy.

James said yes, "Please wait a moment."

He frowned and held his breath as he took the top bag of trash off the cart, holding back the sour and disgusting smell as he pulled out the gift box with the rings in it.

“Thanks.”

James tied the garbage bag and threw it back onto the garbage truck, then hurried back to his car under the shocked and bewildered gaze of the janitor.

The discarded drink from some garbage bag dripped onto his suit jacket, and the sour and rotten yet sweet smell of the drink made him disgusting.

James took off his suit jacket and threw it onto the back seat of the car, then opened all the windows.