Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 133

As soon as the words left his mouth, two nurses braced themselves on the ground and stood up before pushing Angela outwards.

James's gaze was glued to Angela, and he subconsciously followed her.

"James, I'm warning you, don't follow her!"

Greyson stopped in front of him, clutching his collar with both hands, and said in a suppressed voice with gritted teeth.

After saying that, he trotted off to chase after Angela.

“James.” Denise walked up to him, sighed, and said.

"I could care less what feud you and Angela have to settle.

But she can't afford to be stimulated right now, so consider Mom begging you not to show up in front of her during this time."

James looked straight at her while not making a sound, his fists slightly clenched.

"James--" Denise called him again, with a hint of begging in her eyes.

James's fists unclenched, clenched, and unclenched again, and said coolly,

"OK." After hearing this, Denise let out a sigh of relief and went worriedly to check on Angela, followed by Julia, Luna and her maid.

The crowded corridor was instantly left with only James, Gabriela and the doctor Liu who was sitting on the floor.

James glanced at the emergency room, pursed his lips, and walked towards the elevator, his tall figure looking wretched and forlorn.

Gabriela stood still for half a minute, said a few words of thanks to the doctor, and then followed him into the elevator.

It was just the two of them in the elevator.

Gabriela leaned against the elevator wall and looked at him with a diagonal hook at the corner of her mouth, ''Mr. James, you still want to say that you don't have feelings for Angela?

You're twenty-four years old now, and there's no point in playing the game of “say yes and mean no.”"

This time, James didn't deny it directly like he did in the past, but digressed, “For the rooftop incident, you check it out and tell me."

DING! The elevator arrived at the first floor.

James strode out of the elevator, and in the midst of surprised and curious eyes, he exited the hospital in his half-wet, half-dry pajama and slippers, and drove away.

The rain had stopped, the sky was blue and the air was fresh.

Gabriela took a deep breath and looked at the sky and stretched herself hard with laziness and interest in her brow.

According James’ personality, he should have invited her to the car as a gentleman, but this time he did not say anything, and drove away. Thus, someone's heart was messed up.

Inside the ward, Angela was lying on the hospital bed, her face as pale as thin paper, her figure looking thinner under the wide hospital gown.

Greyson didn't ask her what was going on, he just stared straight at her with scarlet eyes while weeping silently.

His appearance looked especially funny with his unconventional outfit, but no one laughed.

"Brother, I've just been rescued, shouldn't you be happy now?"

Angela pulled her lips, but there was no smile, only unconcealed loss in her eyes.

She thought she was dead this time, but she didn't expect herself to be pulled back from the death door. When she was discharged from the hospital, she would most likely to start a boring and undignified life again, and God would not see her well after all.

Luna handed a tissue to Greyson and frowned.

"Angela just got better. That's a good thing, why are you crying? Cry again and you get out, no more crying in here!"

Greyson didn't take the tissue, and he wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve a few times, sniffed hard, and questioned Angela, "When you begged for death, didn't you think about me and your sister-in-law?"