Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 232

"Please do your best, no matter how good or bad her condition is, Dr. Roland. I will give you whatever you want within my abilities," said James.

Staring at him, Roland snorted, "Whatever President Harvey can get me, I can get it by myself."

The two men looked into each other’s eyes, as if a war was going on.

"Do I need to take an acupuncture treatment today?" Angela broke the silence.

Roland drew back his gaze, took a look at her leg and answered, "Acting in haste is no good, but you can come again the day after tomorrow."

"OK. Thank you, Dr. Roland," Angela said.

She went out of the hospital silently with James. On their way out, James’ half soaked shirt had caught many people’s attention.

In front of the hospital, the front of the Bentley was severely dented.

Angela had a look at the car. The car paint was badly scraped off; besides, the headlight and rearview mirror were broken. She pressed her lips hard, wishing to say something but stopped.

"Not this car. Move along." James reached out his hand to grab her and went ahead.

His hand was hot, and there was a film of sweat on his palm.

James covered Angela’s hand up with his. Angela struggled, but failed to break free from him, and just let him pull her along.

Finally, the two stopped in front of a Lincoln limousine.

The driver jumped off the car to open the door for them. Then he stood aside respectfully. Angela got into the car first and James followed her, sitting next to her.

Denise was also in the car. Seeing what James was wearing, Denise raised her eyebrows slightly and told the driver to get into the car, "To Bamboo Estate."

"Yes, madam," the driver replied.

The car started smoothly.

Denise looked at Angela, staring at her face and asked with a frown, "Who did that?"

"It doesn’t matter," answered Angela.

With a frown, Denise touched Angela lightly on the cheek. "Besides your face, where else did you hurt?"

"No," Angela answered, "I appreciate your concern, Auntie Denise."

Angela intended to leave James by taking advantage of Lawson but failed, yet Denise cared so much about her. She was filled with mixed feelings.

Denise let out a sigh, held Angela’s hand and said, "You don’t need to be so polite to me, Angela."

Then she beat around the bush for a while before asking, "It’s said Lawson wanted to send you to the prison. Is that true?"

"Yes, it’s true, but his plan was messed up accidentally by Felix." Angela didn’t go into details, paused and went on, "But Lawson has pushed the thought to the back of his mind for now."

Denise’s gaze fell upon Angela’s belly. After Denise stopped herself from speaking for several times, she asked, "Because of the baby in your womb?"

Angela heard it, and her eyelashes fluttered a little, while embarrassment flashed across her eyes. Before she figured out whether she should tell the truth or not, someone’s phone vibrated.

Denise picked up the phone and said hello.

It was unknown what was said from the other end of the line, but her face darkened gradually. "What? Greyson went for Lawson for Angela?"

Angela’s heart skipped a beat. She thought to herself. No! After she had got away from Lawson, she should have called her brother and told him she was safe!

However, it was too late to say anything now.

Angela stretched out her hand to James, whose mind was wandering. "May I use your phone?"

James came to his sense and passed his phone to her quietly.

Denise hung up, rubbed her forehead and told the driver, "Go back to the hospital."

"OK." The driver turned the car around at once.

Angela could remember her brother’s phone number. She called him three times, but was greeted with "Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is busy now. Please redial later."

It seemed that Angela’s brother had blocked James’ number.

Angela could only borrow the phone from Denise. This time, she got through, but Greyson didn’t answer the phone.

The car didn’t go far away and arrived at the hospital soon.

Angela opened the car door and got off the car in haste. Just as she was about to rush into the hospital, she was grabbed by James from behind, and pulled into his arms.

Angela was engulfed by his smell. She frowned and said with displeasure, "You…"

"You’re pregnant, and grandpa will doubt it if you run over like this." James whispered into her ear, with a hand covering her mouth.

Her lips were pressed against his palm and they felt so soft. James rubbed his palm against her lips several times subconsciously.

Angela’s whole body was stiffened. She shoved him away, straightened herself up, wiped her lips and walked into the hospital as quickly as possible.

James raised his hand and took a look at his palm, showing an inconspicuous smile. Then he folded his palm, put his fist into the pocket and followed closely behind.

Denise noticed each move of the two and breathed a sigh, showing a mixture of expressions on her face.

There were many people waiting for the elevator at this moment.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, the three of them managed to get into the elevator. They were standing right at the door, and there was no more space for one more person.

James let Angela stand by the buttons and put his arms around her in case she was touched by others.

However, it was too crowded inside and his body was pushed from time to time. He looked sullen, but said nothing.

The people standing behind him happened to know each other, and were gossiping at this moment.

"That old calligrapher Lewis, do you know him? He just got married today, and the woman he married is just 20 years old, a few months younger than his granddaughter!"

"How could I not know him? Today’s news is all about him and that girl called Timothy! And he is regarded as an old artist. In my opinion, he deserves the name of 'the old perv'!"

"But they got married. It should be true love."

"Even if it was true love, as an 80-year-old man, he’s still an old perv by falling in love with such a young girl! It’s so disgusting!"

"I didn’t even dare to see their wedding picture. It’s sick… And the Lewis family claimed to be honest and upright. Look at what they’ve done!"

"Not to mention that old guy, that Timothy is not a decent woman either. She got pregnant before getting married. She’s nothing but a whore! Didn’t they say it in the news report? At the wedding party, Timothy’s ex-fiancé showed the sex tape of her and some other man…"

Ding! The elevator stopped.

Angela got off the elevator. Before the door closed, she heard those people were still talking about Timothy kicking Jessica at the wedding ceremony.

"The news at the wedding has spread so fast. Did you ask someone to do that?" Denise asked James.

Angela puckered her lips, cast a glance at James and then walked towards Lawson’s ward rapidly.

"I’m not the only one who doesn’t like the Smith family and the Lewis family."

James followed behind Angela. He had indeed arranged some journalists, but the news had already come out before they had finished writing the press releases.

Denise mused, paused and then followed the two.

Angela arrived at the door of Lawson’s ward. Besides her brother, her sister-in-law and her parents were all there. The atmosphere was extremely awkward.