Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 81

(Including the mind blowers)

James' lips finally stopped less than 1cm away from hers, so close that she could feel the heat on her face, "You smell of alcohol! Are you hiding a man in the ward?"

"No."

Angela's eyes blinked much faster than usual, and her palms were already sticky for sweating. "A female friend from the club went through a bad breakup and fell asleep with a few drinks here,"she said.

James stared at her for a moment and suddenly smiled. He let go of her, not sure whether he believed what she said or not.

After a long time, he said to her, "Since someone's sleeping inside, I'm just gonna stay here. Go and get a chair."

"Mmm," said Angela and opened the door slightly when she went in. But when she came out, she had to open the door wider to move the chair.

As she closed the door, she looked in the direction where he was several times, pretending to be calm.

From the direction where he stood, he should not be able to see the person on the bed in the ward... hopefully.

All her fidgetings were seen by James. He narrowed his eyes slightly and moved his lower lip indecipherably.

Angela put the chair behind him and backed up a few steps, trying to create a space between herself and him, "Mr. James, if there is nothing else, please allow me to get out of here."

For her, spending time with him was just like eating arsenic.

“Sit down.” said James.

Angela frowned and stopped frowning at once, "Keep your seat, Mr. James. I'm good with standing."

She didn't know what James meant, but it was impossible that he was actually caring about her.

James tapped on the back of the chair a few times with his long and bony fingers, his voice a few degrees lower than earlier, "Sit here."

"Ok…" Angela went to the chair reluctantly, and sat down.

But her back was stiffened and straining, and her butt was just sitting on the small edge of the chair, her right foot pointed outward, as if she intended to stand up and leave at any time.

The hallway was very bright under the round incandescent luminaire, yet it was not as warm as the yellow lamp light.

With the white light shining on her face, Angela looked even more pale and bloodless.

“A man who has only met you a few times speak for you. Angela, you've grown in your ways."

James stood behind her, his hands propped on the arms of the chair, which looked like he was embracing her in his arms.

Angela couldn't see his face, but she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck, which made her inexplicably insecure, her bone icy with scares.

Every nerve of her body was straining and tense. After a moment or two, she realized who he was talking about, "Mr. James, you just give me too much honour. Mr. Sage would speak for me purely for the sake of Miss Raya, it has nothing to do with me."

"That girl did have a lot of enthusiasm for you."

James let go of the armrest and straightened up, his voice less cold than before, "But I’ve told you a long time ago, no one can help you."

Angela gripped her hands tightly and closed her eyes in pain, "Mr. James, thank you for reminding me, I dare not be delusional."

"Go back, it's chilly outside."

James went through to the front of her and said, and then headed for the elevator.

Angela watched his figure casting a shallow shadow on the ground, hatred running wild and fermenting in her blood, holding up her veins to explode, but there was nowhere for her to relieve it.

She remembered what people used to discuss that she was so lucky to be born into the Chante Family with power and money.

She said, no matter how powerful and rich she was, she can’t have James’s love. What was the point?

As a result, reality slapped her in the face hard and painfully, his power forced her no place to go, even death had become a luxury. She had to truckle to live every day in humiliation, struggling...

Ding!

The elevator came to a halt with “DING" and James entered the elevator.

Angela looked up and blinked. After a short pause, she carried the chair back to the ward.