Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 283

In the ward.

After Roland and Eleanor left, James threw the cover, then asked Angela to lie on the bed and massage her waist. She felt that this posture made her uncomfortable and wanted to refuse, but she couldn't dissuade him.

"You don't need to be so deliberate." Angela put her hands on the pillow, resting her chin on her hands, "Roland had no interest in me. "

James massaged her waist for a while, then moved to her right leg, "What deliberate?"

"You know exactly." Angela frowned.

James grabbed her waist, and turned her over, facing her, "I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

He was close to her, as if he would kiss her any second.

Angela was uncomfortable looking at by him. She wanted to turn over and stay away from him, but was stopped by James half way through.

James dragged her back and sat up, "Do you think you are at home? You'll fall from the bed."

Angela glanced at the bed; she was embarrassed.

She forgot the bed was small.

"Why did you do that today?" James sat on the chair and removed the water bag and water pipe, lest Lawson or others found the clues.

Angela said lightly, "What do you think I would do? Diss back as before?"

James was noncommittal.

"I just wanted to." Angela didn't explain.

In fact, she has been thinking all this time that Jessica was a brassy and scheming bitch. Jessica wouldn’t be hurt if Angela dissed back. On the contrary, it would just be an opportunity for Jessica to pretend to be the victim.

When she heard Jessica apologizing to her today, her first thought was that Jessica might use the ruse of self-injury to win her confidence and then pretend to black out to win public sympathy.

Men were strange. When something happened, they always subconsciously sympathized with the weak.

Angela didn't want to give Jessica the chance to gain sympathy, and wanted to use Jessica's customary tactics to disgust Jessica.

James didn't ask, but frowned slightly when he saw that she didn't want to tell him.

Angela wanted to take this opportunity to return to the Chante family, but she was afraid that her parents would not know she was ill, so she wanted to tell her brother and sister-in-law so that they could pass the message to her parents.

When she was about to text them, she found out that she didn't bring her phone.

"Did you bring your phone when you came out?" Angela asked.

"No." It’s a bit hot in the ward. James took off his suit jacket and hung it on a hanger. “Do you want to check the news if Jessica made any moves with her faint, or you want to tell your brother that you are in the hospital?”

Angela's pupils became bigger, and she did not answer.

It was not the first time James has outguessed her; she still had an indescribable sense of fear when he made the correct guess.

He was so smart, but he still had to maneuver with people like Jessica and Lawson.

The touch on her lips seemed to be still there, Angela wiped it with her hand, trying to wipe off the uncomfortable feeling. But after a few rubs, the touch on her lips became more obvious.

She put down her hands impatiently, she sounded weary, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Maybe I like you too much, mind acts upon mind." James saw her small movements and changes in expression, and he curled his lips faintly discernible.

Angela pursed her lips, and did not answer.

"When you say yes to your parents, don't forget to tell them that I will move in too." James said.

Angela suddenly raised her head, "You will move in? "

"Or you can sneak back every night." James looked her up and down, and finally fixed on her underbelly, with light teasing in his eyes.

Angela bowed her head and took a few sips of the water, "When my parents come, I will tell them."

James was right. About three hours after they arrived at the hospital, Elva and Lorenzo hurried over.

"Angela, how are you? Did you catch a cold or someone annoys you?" Elva put a pile of things in her hand on the table, trotting to the bed with a worried expression, grabbing Angela's hand and looking her up and down.

"Or is it still pulmonary edema? You went into the operating room twice before. The doctor said you recovered. Did they prescribe for you? Or did those medicines work? Are you better now? What did the doctor say?"

She asked seven questions in a roll. Tears shed halfway through the conversation.

Before Angela answered, Lorenzo gently said, "You ask so many questions at once, how can Angela know which one to answer?"