Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 36

“Keep it for yourself, Miss Jessica.”

Angela’s face took on a ghastly expression, and shoved the ointment back to her.

She suffered by every word of her.

“Why... don’t you take it?”

Jessica asked bitterly, with the ointment in hand.

“Are you jealous because I am James’s beloved one, instead of you?

We’ve been friends for over a decade, Angela. But I guess it isn’t comparable to your unrequited love.”

“You are really bullshitting!”

Angela gnashed at her with clenched fists.

Jessica set her up and pretended to be pitiful. How could she be such a shameless person?

“I’m just stating the fact.”

Jessica sighed and said gently,

“James didn’t notice your pretty look two years ago. Will he change his mind now, with the scars on your face?”

She pulled Angela's hand, “I will always be his beloved. It's futile for you to stalk him.

As a friend, I would suggest you cut you wishful thinking and Accept the reality.You will be ridiculed for your unrealistic dream.”

Afterwards, she pushed the ointment back to Angela.

“I said I’m NOT taking it!”

Angela squeezed each word out, and discarded the ointment in front of her.

Then she bent down and placed her hands on Jessica’s wheelchair, enunciating each word carefully,

“I don’t want to argue with you. Please remember, everyone will know what kind of person you really are. It’s just a matter of time!”

“What are you doing, Angela?!”

Danis and his client exited the elevator. He got shocked by how aggressive Angela was,

“Calm down, Angela!”

Jessica burst into tears, and choked with sobs,

“You won’t change anything by attacking me, or force me to give up on James.

He doesn't like you at all!”

It all came too dramatically, and Angela was confused for a moment.

Danis pushed her away, before she could even explain, “Stay away from Jessica!”

Angela stumbled backwards and hit against the corner heavily.

“Are you okay?

Did you ever get hurt?”

After an overall check up and down, Danis asked worriedly

Jessica looked at him with her puppy eyes. Her lips vibrated,

“I'm fine. Don't blame her. She is just confused temporarily.”

“But you cry out.”

Danis felt distressed and angry when he saw her red eyes.

This scene was familiar to Angela.

A few days ago, Aunty Adeline screamed at her and pushed her away at a dinner party. Now Danis did the same. What did she do to deserve all these?

“I’m fine. Don’t blame Angela.”

Jessica tugged Danis's sleeve and forced a smile, “She is having a hard time working as a cleaner in the Dream Club.”

“A hard time?

There is a price to pay for returning to the circle.”

Danis goggled at Angela in full disgust.

Jessica pretended to speak up for Angela, and emphasize the phrase “all the time”.

Danis felt more distressed at Jessica’s remarks, “If you don’t learn from your failures, you will suffer a great loss.”

Then he pushed her carriage towards the room reserved.

Jessica was a little disappointed when she saw Angela stand already.

She thought Danis would ask her to stay longer, same as what he did last time. What a pity.

The two of them disappeared from the room. Angela halted a moment dejectedly, then she proceeded to clean out despite her pains.

By the time she left work, it was already two o’clock in the morning.

Timothy was not there. She probably spent the night out with her guest.

Julia was removing her makeup in front of the mirror. By the time Angela was back, she yelled out, “Did you really get hit?”

Angela hummed and sit in her bed, too tired to move.

“Was it Lorenzo? I heard he is your father?”

Julia moved in to see the red prints on Angela’s face, a chill running down her back.

Angela’s mouth was seriously hurt and her face was swollen. Obviously someone gave her a stinging slap.

“No.”

Angela hesitated for a moment and answered in a low voice,

“He's not my Dad.”

“That’s what I thought as well!

If Lorenzo is your Dad, why would you work here as a cleaner? He even slapped on your face.

Those people are just talking nonsense everyday!”

After Angela denied her doubts, Julia relaxed a little from mindfulness.

Angela didn't answer. Her hands were rough with hand work. She looked blankly at them with her head down. Anger and sadness roiled over her chest.