Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 219

Angela suddenly recalled her life in prison, where many women were not so tall, but looked like this. When they let prisoners out for exercise, they would meet with the male prisoners, and many of them had the same physique.

She licked her dry lips and drove those memories in prison out of her mind. Her fingers trembled a little when thinking about the prison.

"May I ask where Lawson wants you to send me?" asked Angela.

The bald guy answered, “You will know when you get there.”

There was a shiver in her right eyelid, and she felt uneasy. "My brother and sister-in-law are worried. I want to tell them first."

"Greyson is not the one who can hide secrets. If you tell him, what if he spills the beans to James? You will not be able to leave." said the bald guy.

Her hands clenched the corner of her clothes, and sweat oozed out of her palm. "Then I won’t tell my brother. I’ll just tell my sister-in-law so that they can rest assured."

“We were told not to tell you until you get there. Please don’t embarrass us.” The man in the passenger seat said.

Angela said yes, but her emotion sank completely. If Lawson really just wanted to send her to other places, why would they keep the destination from her?

She was afraid that she was too naive. She swallowed and quietly took out her mobile phone which was locked. Before she could unlock, a hand took her phone away.

Her jaw was slightly strained, and she turned to the strong man beside her. "What do you mean, sir?"

"Nothing." The man opened the window and threw her phone out, and then closed the window.

She saw her phone falling in the middle of the road through the rear window. Then a car came at a high speed and ran over it.

And this scene was like a basin of cold water, pouring her from head to toe, making her feel chilly.

She took out her phone and just wanted to test the attitude of the people in the car. If they asked her what she was doing, she could say that she just felt bored and wanted to check on her Twitter or to play games.

But she didn't expect that they would just throw away her phone without asking anything.

"Is Lawson the one who asked you to do this?" She clenched her clothes and asked lightly.

No one responded, as if no one had heard her. She clenched the corner of her clothes with more strength. She frowned and asked, “Why?”

Lawson asked her to leave James. She agreed. But why did he treat her like this? There was still no response.

The air in the car seemed to be compressed, and even each breathing began to become difficult.

She swallowed and slowly asked, "My phone was thrown away, now can you tell me where we are going?"

“You will know when it’s time.” said the bald guy in the driver’s seat.

Her breath became heavier, she said with loathness, “That..."

She covered her chest and vomited out a large pool of things, still in the same place. The smell of wine mixed with rotten vomit immediately filled the car and made everyone nauseous.

The man who bent over stared at her saliva that had not been wiped, he almost screamed, "Stop! Stop now.”

"It’s not allowed to park here." said the bald man. "Hold on a little longer."

The man who threw her phone seemed to tolerate to the extreme, "No! It smells terrible! It's ok if you don’t stop, but at least open the window. "

"No.” The bald man answered without hesitation.

She wiped the saliva with her hand and said to the bald man, "It's too demanding for a mysophobia to endure such an environment. I can't escape from the crack of the window or the skylight. You can lower the window or open the skylight a little bit. "

They have not left the downtown yet, and there were many pedestrians and cars on the road at this time. If she shouted, someone might call the police. But no one paid attention, and they didn’t mean to open the window.

She didn't say it again, but when she felt like vomiting, she turned to the right and vomit on the shoes of the man who was a neat freak.

"Move her to the middle seat!" The man is going crazy. He just took off his shoes and threw them out. Then he quickly closed the window. She looked at the closed window, sighed with pity.

The man in the passenger seat turned and looked at Angela. Then he said to the man who was obsessed with cleanliness, "How come you are weaker than a woman? Take the middle seat. "

"I won’t." The man looked at the big pool of vomit in the middle of the second row; his face looked bad, "Let her sit in the middle. Since the door is locked, she can't escape."