Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 7

But thinking of her family...

Angela took a deep breath and lowed her head down. Then she slowly knelt down again.

Bang.

Even Cathleen got scared at this time. James still stood behind her, with his poker face.

“Mr. Danis, I hope you can forgive me...”

Before she finished, Danis poured a glass of liquor over her, “It’s been two years, Angela, and you still act as a supplicant because of him.”

Angela stunned there. By the time she revived to clean her face, Danis had left already.

He must be disappointed with her.

James remained still.

Then he came by,

“Danis hasn’t forgiven you yet. Keep kneeling here."

He prepared to leave when finished.

“James...”

Angela asked gently behind,

“Do you really like Jessica that much?”

His hatred towards Angela was even deeper than Jessica’s brother.

“What did you say?”

He paused, and turned a droopy eye on her.

Angela turned her head up. Her makeup had already been messed up, with a funny look on her face.

But she was really in despair, “James, I really regret that..

I would never fall in love with you, if I knew how deep your love was to Jessica.

This was the biggest mistake I made in my life.”

He listened carefully this time, with his gloomy face turned darker.

For a moment, he fleered terribly.

“Really?”

“Then what can we do?

Angela, regret is the last thing to remedy in this world.”

The winter in City B this year was extremely cold.

“Are you still thinking of me at this time?”

Julia didn’t know exactly how Angela offended them. She sighed and said, “I’ve already told you to quit. Now you almost died because of this job.

Wait here. Let me get some hot water for you...”

Angela didn't want to get her in trouble. She lifted her hand and tried to stop Julia.

But instead, a wave of dizziness hit her all of a sudden.

“Bang”, She fell down,

and her forehead hit the marble heavily.

Dazedly, she heard Julia calling her in surprise. But then she had a blackout and completely lost consciousness.

Right now in the club, James was sitting at the manager's office with his sullen face.

A woman in good shape steeped a pot of tea for him.

The hot tea perfumed the air in room.

She was good at observation. She knew James was in a bad mood. She ignored those and reminded him cautiously, “It's said that the lowest temperature tonight is - 12 degrees. I'm afraid the flowers I bought a few days ago will not survive.”

“It's just flowers. We can get another batch.”

“But what about people?”