Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 89

James shook the goblet, and the red liquid rippled round and round in the goblet to form a whirlpool, which was extremely ornamental, but it also indicated some dull depression.

"Is it OK for me to drink a glass of red wine and for Angela to drink half a glass of juice?"

Felix put the empty glass on the table, took a new glass of red wine from the tray, handed it to her mouth with a smile, and said in an ambiguous way:

"Well, I won't embarrass you. How about you take a sip and I drink the rest?"

Saying that, he glanced at James defiantly.

The edge of the goblet was stained with Angela’s lipstick. She pressed her lips tightly to get the glass in his hand. "You drink a glass of wine, me too. It is fair."

"Hey, no need to-" Felix smiled badly, and he did not release the glass, but covered his hand over hers, "I am a man, you are a woman. If I have a glass of wine, and ask you to have one too, is this not bullying? Just take a sip and I'll take the rest."

Angela clenched her teeth as she looked at the two hands together.

Felix was clearly flirting with her, but she was going back to the Dream Club tomorrow. If she did not do what he asked, she was afraid he would make trouble in the futurte.

"Didn't you drink enough water in the swimming pool last time?"

James looked at him coldly and easily separated his hand, then yanked Angela behind him.

Jessica just came in and saw this scene. Her smile froze on her face for a moment before returning to normal.

"Is Mr. James angry?" Thinking of the wretchedness at that party, Felix’s handsome face was dark red, but he could only force a smile, "I was just joking with Miss Angela. Don't mind, I apologize."

He raised his red wine and drank it up, placing the empty glass heavily on the table.

“Mind your mouth and hands. Even if I don't use my girl, it's not your turn."

James made a hawk-like gaze straight at him and said word by word.

Angela clenched her fists tightly, knuckles whitened due to too much force.

What did James take her for? An item?

"I'm used to sharing women with my brothers, and I didn't know Mr. James is so attached to a random woman. It is my fault, and I'll never make the same mistake next time."

Felix’s face was dark for a moment, and his eyes were full of defiance, but on his face was an ingratiating smile.

James ignored him, and instead turned to speak to Angela, "Give me your hands."

She held out her hands and he took two glasses of champagne and poured the wine over her hands, carefully washing them before flinging her a few paper towels to wipe them clean.

"It has been cleaned."

Did James feel she was dirty? Angela endured the humiliation, and whispered.

Felix leaned over the table in a hanging position and drank five or six glasses of red wine in a row, and the corners of his eyes were tinged with a few shades of red.

"In the future, I will go around when I see a male dog in heat."

James took a paper towel and wiped his champagne-stained hands, then threw it away and walked towards the north, "Follow me."

Angela hmmed and bent her head as she followed him.

When they were seven or eight meters out, Felix put his empty glass on the table with a thud, spat on the ground, and cursed.

"What the fuck! A fucking bitch on my head!"

"Why are you so angry, Felix?"

A woman with a large flaxen curl approached him, her breasts clinging to him.

"That bitch James?!"

Felix suppressed a growl, a sinister look in his cunning eyes, "He was so rude just because he was born with a gold spoon in his mouth?"