Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 247

The two men discussed in secret. One stayed to send Angela back, and the other left with Lawson.

After Lawson got on the elevator, Eleanor said to the two doctors, "You can get off work now."

"I see, Director."

"Goodbye, Director."

Both doctors bid farewell to Eleanor and left. They never looked at Angela, nor did they say a word to her.

"Miss Chante, pay attention to your health. Goodbye." Eleanor put her hands in the pockets of her white outfit. She nodded towards Angela and the man behind her, and then left with a group of doctors.

During this period, the man behind Angela was always observing the reactions of the two doctors and Eleanor to Angela. Seeing that they were all gone, he relaxed slightly.

When Angela returned to Bamboo Estate by car, James was still kneeling in the living room. Nathen, who was bald, stood straight behind him.

Seeing her coming back, Nathen said, "Miss Chante, please help me guard the young master. I'll need to go to the bathroom."

"... Okay.” Angela responded. After he left, she went to help James stand up, "I will take you to the hospital."

James leaned on her and smiled, "Are you caring about me?"

"I just don't want to owe you any favor." The blood on his arm dropped to Angela hand. The strong smell of blood surrounded her, and she could barely breathe.

James's eyes flickered and he looked down at her. Seeing that she was struggling, he said, "Help me to the sofa."

"Let’s go to the hospital." Looking at the blood on the ground, Angela felt her hands and feet were weak.

"I cannot leave." James let go of her and walked to the sofa with great difficulty, "Nathen is grandpa's subordinate. If grandpa doesn't allow me to go to the hospital, he won't let me go."

Angela frowned and watched him move his body slowly, and finally couldn't hold back to help him.

James sat on the sofa, and she asked, "What if you go?"

James looked up at her, but said nothing.

"... I will get the medicine kit to clean the wound. "Angela lowered her eyes, turned around and walked upstairs.

"Not necessary." James said, "Go upstairs and sleep for a while."

After a pause, he said, "I won't die."

There were so many scars on her body. He didn't know how painful she was at that time, so he wanted to feel it... even it could not relieve her pain at all.

Besides, he didn't treat the wound because he had other plans. Nathen was a man of love and righteousness, and what he did would draw Nathen over to his side

Nathen did not hold an important position in the group. But if Nathen's affection for him rose, it would be of great help to what he would do in the future.

Angela looked back at him, did not speak, and went straight upstairs. After a while, she took the medicine kit and walked to the sofa.

"You don't need to deal with it. It's just a bit of blood, and I won't die." James looked down at her hair and said.

Angela carefully rolled up his trousers, then grabbed his uninjured ankle. She frowned and said, "Don't move!"

James was helpless, and touched her hair. Before she said something or avoided him, he calmly retracted his hand and twisted his fingertips.

Angela looked up at him and frowned slightly. But she didn't say anything, and lowered her head again.

Angela frowned slightly, her lips tight.

"Miss Chante should go upstairs and rest. Sometimes good intentions will only lead to bad results." Nathen did not mention that she treated James's wounds.

James wiped the blood from his forehead and said to her, "Go to rest. Nathen will look after me and I'll be fine."

After speaking, he stood up with difficulty and knelt to the same place again.

Angela stood still. Her fist was clenched, released, and then clenched again, with a complex expression.

"I don't want you to see me like this." James looked up at her, smiled, "Go up. I'm fine."

Angela looked at the smile on his bloody face. Suddenly she seemed to be trapped in quicksand, her eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all blocked by quicksand, unable to breathe or scream. There was only darkness and suffocation.

She glanced at James, then retracted her gaze and went upstairs, holding the medicine box in her hand.

But halfway she turned around and put the medicine kit on the table before going upstairs.

Angela closed the door, leaned against the door and took a deep breath. Then she walked to the bed with empty eyes and sat down. She seemed to think nothing in her mind, but it seemed to contain a lot.

Toot!

Toot!

The vibration of the mobile phone woke Angela up from a daze. She rubbed her face with her hands to make herself sober, and then picked up the phone.

It was a call from Roland.