Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 282

"It's so obvious. You are like starring in idol dramas." Eleanor was in a good mood. "Two assistants went to inform Lawson. He should know immediately that Angela was sent to hospital because of Jessica."

Angela straightened her back and said seriously, "I caused you inconvenience."

"You are welcome, it’s like lifting a finger." Eleanor walked to her and looked up and down curiously. "You are pale because of the makeup. I know that, what about the sweat on your face?"

Angela took out a small water bag from the pillow. There was a long thin tube linked to water bag, and there was not much water left.

"It is hidden in my coat, and the water tube runs along the back into my hair. As long as I squeeze the water bag, the water will flow out." Angela demonstrated to her. The tube was thin, and the water flowing out passed through her hair. When it flowed down from her face, it looked like the cold sweat.

Eleanor was taken aback, and then laughed, "It’s so hilarious. If you didn't inform me in advance, I will be fooled like Edward."

Angela licked her dry lips. If the acting was not true to nature, Jessica and Edward won’t be fooled, and Lawson would suspect.

"I think you two get along very well. When are you going to get married?" Eleanor smiled, "Roland is not married yet. I want him to grab your bouquet and bring a girlfriend home."

Angela blinked and looked at James.

"I can’t guarantee the time when we will be married, but we will get married." James said, "If Roland is not married by then, he is welcome to be my best man."

Hearing that, Eleanor smiled, "That's for sure, it's good for him to be blessed by you."

"You don’t have to worry about that." Angela said, "Roland is handsome, and is well educated and from a good family. I saw someone who wanted to go after him a while ago. Maybe he will get married before me and James."

Eleanor sighed lightly, "He got some wooers, but he didn’t like them, which worries me."

She paused, and then said, "In fact, you are his cup of tea, but it's a pity that you are taken."

"I’m alert." James said.

"You must be kidding." Eleanor laughed, "Angela is Roland’s cup of tea, but he will definitely not take away other’s woman by force."

James smiled, "I believe in him."

Someone knocked on the door, and when answered, he pushed in.

Roland came in wearing his white gown, he was sweating. He looked around the ward, and looked at Angela, "I heard that you are ill."

"Thank you for your concern." James walked and stood in front of him calmly, blocking his gaze towards Angela, "She is better now."

Roland smiled, "That's good. I just heard that Angela had recurrence of pulmonary edema. I thought you did something to irritate her. I’m glad you didn’t."

"What are you talking about?" Eleanor walked to him, patted him on the head, and said angrily, "They are in a good relationship, and he treated her nice. How would he infuriate her?"

Roland said, "It happened before many times, and auntie often talks about it. I subconsciously linked this kind of accidents to James. If you are offended, please forgive me."

Eleanor said, "Roland has a good relationship with my sister, and she loves Angela dearly. She always tells Roland to take care of Angela and she likes to tell Roland about your stories. No wonder Roland thinks so. James, please forgive him."

"I know." Roland said.

Eleanor wished to speak but stopped on a second thought.

Roland said, "I’m close to auntie. I will listen to what she says, but I am also of an independent mind."

"Besides, she wanted to bring us together at first, not only did she like Angela, but also because she really felt that Angela was a good girl, and it would be nice if she is my girlfriend."

Eleanor said euphemistically, "There are many other nice girls. Although she is great, you are not made for each other."

"You don’t need to beat around the bush. Auntie asks me to take care of Angela. That’s all. And I have my own bottom line and principles, and I won't get involved in other people's relationship." Roland already frowned and showed that he was displeased.

Eleanor said helplessly, "I measure the stature of great men by the yardstick of small men, I’m sorry.

"What’s the use of gifts if an apology works? What you said in the ward, don't you feel that we were all embarrassed?" Roland didn't want to make a scene with his mother.

"It’s my fault." Eleanor was amused, "I'll go pick a gift for Angela, okay?"

Roland said, "What about me?"

"You have too." Eleanor said.