Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 235

James frowned slightly, making no noise.

"Then, can you tell me if Angela is really pregnant?" Denise rubbed her forehead, asking.

James looked down. "It’s true."

"Well," Denise gave an incomprehensible sigh and said after a long pause, "If there’s anything you can’t deal with, don’t push yourself too hard."

James replied with a faint "Hmm", got up and said, "I’m leaving now."

"To find Angela?" asked Denise.

James nodded, pushed open the car door and got off the car.

Denise watched James walking away with a complex expression on her face. She picked up the phone and made a call, "Go to the hospital and check if Angela…"

Denise stopped halfway. It was not until the person on the other end of the line called her several times that she struggled and said, "Forget it."

Then Denise hung up.

In the villa of the Chante family.

Two years had passed. Apart from the change of some small ornaments in the villa, there was no other change.

However, Angela felt no sense of belonging at all when coming to the place where she had spent 18 years.

Angela sat on the edge of the sofa in the living room, staring indifferently at the new servant putting the fruit, tea and pastries on the table.

"Angela, the kiwi fruit is so fresh, and tastes great. I remember you like kiwi fruit a lot. Have a taste of it!" Elva pushed the fruit plate towards Angela reservedly.

Angela glanced at the fruit, picked up one piece and put it into her mouth under Elva’s eager gaze. "Thank you."

Seeing that Angela actually ate the fruit, Elva was beaming with pleasure, but when she heard "thank you", that pleasure turned into bitterness.

"Angela is back. Why are you crying?" Lorenzo asked with a frown.

"What else for?" Elva took out the handkerchief, wiped the tears away and roared to him, "When you see the Harvey family is kind to Angela, you get close to her; when you see the Harvey family is harsh on her, you disown her!"

"Lorenzo Chante, how come I hadn’t realized you are so disgusting?"

The new servant stood aside, stealing a few glances at Lorenzo.

Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, Lorenzo said, blushing, "What did I just say? Why are you acting like a psycho recently? You lose your temper before saying anything!"

"You said I’m like a psycho? Then who has turned me into… into who I am now?" Elva flung the handkerchief long soaked with tears on to the table, stood up and questioned him.

Lorenzo had long used to the submissiveness she had shown in the last 20 years. Now he was roared at by her, and his face turned pale and red at the same time. He gasped, "You… Cough… You…"

Lorenzo held his neck with his hands, his face turning green.

Seeing that, Elva stopped yelling at him. She took the medication to him and told the servant aside, "Go and get a glass of water!"

Angela watched the farce with cold eyes, mockery glinting inside.

Angela snorted, got up and said to Greyson, "Greyson, I want to talk to you, in private!"

"What? OK, OK!" Greyson turned the wheelchair behind her.

Seeing that, Elva massaged Lorenzo’s back immediately and rushed over, wanting to follow them.