Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 351

Turning her body over, James pressed the back of her head with one hand and gently ran over her back with the other hand.

As James was seldom so gentle, Angela's heart was melted and kissed him carefully with her hands around his neck.

With the kiss gradually being out of control, both of their hormones raged.

When Angela came to her sense, her clothes just put on had been slipped off on the ground and both of them were naked.

Repressing the surge of lust in her body, Angela was going to push James away when he stopped.

"I am going to take a shower," said James as he got up awkwardly with the response of his body coming straight into her sight.

"H'm," replied Angela as she pulled the quilt to cover her body and drooped her eyelids.

When James took hold of the door handle of the shower room and was going to walk in, Angela called, "James!"

"What?" asked James as he looked back at Angela with his eyelashes dappled with gold in the dim light.

With her hands against the bed, Angela moved her body and said, "I'm just assuming…James, will you do anything that hurts me?"

"Why do you ask this question?" asked James as he loosed the door handle and looked back at Angela.

Angela closed her mouth and opened it again to say, "As I have said, I'm just assuming. If it's inconvenient to answer, you can refuse."

"Will you believe it if I say no?" asked James.

Angela didn't respond immediately.

"Believe it or not, I will not hurt you," said James looking straight at Angela and turned to go into the shower room.

Looking at the closed door, Angela had mixed feelings.

'James has misunderstood and hurt me before, but he has also suffered a lot to protect me. And Luna, my brother Greyson's wife, has known me for so many years and always trusts and protects me without condition like my brother…'

'So is it that one of them has lied to me?"

'Or is there something wrong that has made Luna to misunderstand James?'

As Angela couldn't figure it out, she took out her phone and glanced at her chatting records with Luna and didn't delete them after hesitation.

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In the next morning, Angela got a call from Luna after James went to work.

"Angela, Dad has been in hospital for three days and the doctor said he's still not good. Let's go to see him today. After all, he's the father of Greyson and you," said Luna.

Angela agreed as she hated her father, but she didn't want him to die. She also wanted to ask Luna something about the netizen who chatted with her mother.

As the netizens were cursing the Chante family these days, Angela took the taxi to the hospital after putting on the hat, mask and sunglasses.

When Angela came in the ward, Greyson and Luna had already been there.

Her father Lorenzo was lying on the ward bed. He had lost some weight in just two days and the hospital pajamas he wore looked quite empty.

With the hair at his temples seeming to be grey all of a sudden, he looked older and didn't look like a man at his forties at all.

"Get out!" shouted Lorenzo as he saw Angela and sat up emotionally, "Get out right now. I don't want to see you!"

Lorenzo thought bitterly.

'All my efforts in all these years were for nothing!'

"Wipe your face," said Angela as she handed over a tissue with a indifference expression on her face.

Lorenzo didn't take the tissue. He wiped the corners of his eyes and turned his head away with a sneer.

Angela didn't insist and threw the tissue on the ward bed, mocking, "It's necessary for you to treat me like this."

"You spoiled me, removed my name from the Chante family for the interest of it and allowed them to send me to jail...None of the things you have done to me is good to me, and I've never done anything bad to you."

Changing his countenance, Lorenzo said nothing and picked up the tissue on the bed with a frown. After drying the corners of his eyes with the tissue sullenly, he threw it onto the ground hard.

"Mom has already died and I don't want to argue with you why she died," said Angela, "If you think it can make you feel more comfortable to blame me for her death, I don't care about that."

"But please remember. I don't owe you and will never forgive you. As for how you think or whether you die, I don't care about it anymore."

She had cared, but didn't care now.

With these words, Angela didn't care about how Lorenzo reacted and turned to go out after telling it to Greyson and Luna.

The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectants, which made Angela uncomfortable.

She turned her head and saw the doctors and nurses were pushing a bloody person into the emergency room. The bloods reminded her of the day she saw her Mom who was bloody too. Her body stiffened for quite a while and then slowly softened.

"Angela," called Luna as she opened the door to walk out of the ward and shut the door lightly.