Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 296

Greyson swallowed hard and his eyes were bloodshot.

He gritted his teeth. Blue veins stood out on his temples. But he did not say a word.

"Greyson, you are no longer a child. Don't be so impulsive, or you will not only harm yourself, but also involve sister-in-law and the two children. You have to know that you are not alone and cannot act recklessly." Angela said.

Tears flew down Greyson's cheeks and he stiffened, "Can't... go back to the old days?"

"Yes." Angela looked down and nodded, her fingers clutching the corner of her coat.

Greyson shook and took a breath, "I tried my best to improve my abilities, but still..."

"Can't go back to the old days." Angela said the second half of his words for him, "Greyson, you work hard now. It can only let you live a better life and not be fooled. But even if you try harder and are better and as powerful as James, we can't go back to the old days."

Greyson squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and cried out in pain.

Angela looked down at him and sighed softly. She felt tortured by sadness.

"What's going on?" There was so much commotion that Lorenzo hurried up, "Greyson, Cleo told me that you and James had a fight. Is it true?"

Elva followed behind him, staring straight at the door of the room with an unconcealed look of trepidation on her face. Unable to see what happened inside the room, she turned to look at Angela. When she saw those marks on Angela's neck, she was slightly relieved.

"Why can't I have a fight with him?!" Greyson stood up and looked at Lorenzo angrily. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted, "I just can't stand that bastard, and I can't stand you! If you weren't so selfish, how could things have turned out like this?"

Lorenzo was confused by his sudden anger and said angrily, "What is wrong with you?"

"It's all your fault. You caused all of this. I will never forgive you in my life!" Greyson roared fiercely and rushed down the stairs.

Looking at him rushing out of the villa, Lorenzo was puzzled. He turned his head and asked Angela, "What's going on? What's wrong with your brother?"

"Nothing." Angela said faintly.

Lawson Harvey's comment firmly rooted in Lorenzo's heart, just like a fish thorn.

He didn't bother with Greyson, looked at the closed door, and asked, "Is James inside? Call him out and I have something to ask him."

"It's not... convenient right now. You can ask him later." Elva said with a nervous face. Then, she pushed Angela and said, "It's all right. Hurry inside and don't let James wait."

Lorenzo was confused, "What do you mean? How do you know it is not convenient for James now?"

"Angela, hurry up and go inside." Elva urged Angela. Before Angela could answer, Elva opened the door and pushed her inside, closing the door behind her.

Angela looked at the closed door and heard the sound of her parents arguing outside.

She pursed her lips, locked the door, and walked to James.

...

When Angela opened her eyes, she met James' gaze.

He propped himself up on his right elbow and had been looking at her sideways for a long time.

"Good morning." James smiled lightly. His eyes seemed to be filled with stars under the sunlight.

He leaned over to kiss Angela. Angela subconsciously tilted her head and his kiss fell on her ear.

"You haven't brushed your teeth." Angela explained.

James lay back on her side.

Angela's body stiffened. She said cryptically, "I was too tired last night."

"Don't be nervous." James gently pressed her waist, not doing anything out of line.

James lifted the quilt and looked at those scars on her body. His eyes dimmed for a moment.

"There's nothing to do today. So, stay in bed and I'll bring you breakfast up later." James looked at the time, pulled his hand out of the quilt, and got up.

The hazy sunlight poured in through the curtains, which outlined his strong curves.

The wild hormones disappeared once he put on a shirt and suit pants.

"No need." Angela withdrew her gaze. Her face was calm, but her ears were a little red, "I'll go down to eat with you."

James turned his head and glanced at her, not refusing. He just took out a new set of underwear and handed it to her.

Angela put on the clothes under the covers and looked at him with an unnatural expression, "That little suitcase you took yesterday..."

"It's full of underwear." James said, "If it is not enough, we can buy more."

Angela, "..."

She put on her clothes and stumbled when she got up. Luckily, James held her instantly and she didn't fall in a mess.

"Thanks." Angela said, trying to break his grip.

James looked down at her and gripped her like a claw, "Do you still want to fall?"

Angela pursed her lips and didn't move any more. James hugged her and they walked out of the door. Greyson's room was next to hers. They met Greyson in his pajamas as they left the room.

There was a shallow layer of stubble on Greyson's chin. He seemed to have not slept all night or not slept well. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked a little disheveled.

He glanced at James with a grim look and did not argue with him or yell at him.

"Why don't you rest more? If you don't feel well, stay in bed and I'll bring you breakfast up later." Greyson spoke. His voice was as hoarse as a broken gong.