Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 45

Hearing this, Angela’s pupils crinkled as she looked at him incredulously.

If he knew the truth, why had he just allowed her to be misunderstood?

James stared ahead without glancing at her as if he didn’t even know she was looking at him.

Angela withdrew her gaze and her expression had returned to normal.

It was also understandable since Jessica was his beloved woman, and what was she?

“Actress?”

Jessica blinked and said innocently.

“James, are you asking about Angela?

If she wants to be an actress, she needs to get rid of the scars on her face first.

And the fact that she has been in jail mustn’t be known or she will be cursed.”

“With such good acting skills, it’s a pity you don’t go to the entertainment industry. There’s one less potential movie queen for the Oscars.”

James stopped and looked down at Jessica in her wheelchair, laughed lightly, and continued walking forward.

“James thinks so highly of you. Do you want to think about it?”

Jessica blinked, “Although it’s not really suitable since you have been in jail, you can try it. At least it’s more decent than being a PR lady or a cleaning lady.”

“Is it fun to play dumb?”

Angela asked.

Jessica looked at James’s back and said with a complicated expression, “It has to be fun even if it’s not, or something I love will be gone.”

When Jessica finished her rehab and they were heading out, the attending physician suddenly called Angela.

“What’s up?”

Angela asked as she stopped her steps.

The attending physician glanced at her right leg, “Forgive me for asking, is your right leg ...... not very good?”

“Cripple! Cripple!”

The shouts of “Cripple” in prison seemed to ring in her ears, and Angela turned abruptly pale, hiding her right leg behind the wheelchair.

She had tried desperately to learn how to walk like a normal person, but physical defects couldn’t be hidden just by trying to hide them.

“I didn’t mean anything else and forgive me for asking.”

The doctor, finding the atmosphere too awkward, explained.

“If so, you can do a test, and maybe it can be cured.”

Hearing this, the bottom of Angela’s eyes flashed for a moment. No one would willingly have a physical disability.

Jessica’s eyes were downcast, and there was a flash of gloom on her face.

She had seen so many specialists who said that her leg was incurable, but Angela’s leg could be cured!

“No, she was born with a disability that can’t be cured.”

Without waiting for Angela to speak, James spoke coolly and walked straight towards the door.

The light under Angela’s eyes instantly disappeared, anger surging in her heart, but in the end, it could only turn into resentment.

She didn’t have the strength to fight against James, and the only thing she could do was to please him and stay away from him.

He wouldn’t let her cure it, so she wouldn’t do it to avoid being beaten once more.

When she got into the car, Angela had just pulled out a tissue when James, who was sitting in the back, said.

“No need to be so wasteful.”

Angela inclined her head to look at his clear, handsome brow, and her butterfly-winged, thick, curling lashes fluttered.

She hummed, putting the tissue down in the front, and sat down.

“James.”

Seeing this, Jessica frowned for a moment and said, “I have seriously considered that if Angela’s leg can be cured, let her do so.

It’s enough to ruin me alone. Don’t ruin her.”