Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 335

After that, James looked down to her feet, thinking about something.

"What's up?" Angela didn't like others staring at her legs or feet, so she shrank away.

"Nothing," James said. "It's not good for the baby if you wear high heels. Don't wear them from now on."

Angela put her hand on the belly unconsciously and stroked with a nod.

James gazed at her for a while, and suddenly bent down to take off one of her shoes.

"What are you doing?" Angela was startled before she tried to kick him away. Her foot fell right on his shoulder, so he grabbed it and kissed it on the instep.

Angela became stiff from top to toe.

There were lots of people nearby, some seven of whom appeared surprised after they obviously saw what had happened.

Angela felt embarrassed under their gazes, with her face burning. She pulled out her foot vigorously and said, "Don't you detested of the dirty?"

"Your entire body smells good, so why is it dirty?" James took off the other shoe and threw both aside.

With her bare feet, Angela, under others' faintly discernible glances, turned red from her face to even her neck. She asked, "Why did you take off my shoes?"

"It's so beautiful when you were shy. I want you here and now." James looked up to her, and her cheeks and neck grew pink out of shyness, looking more temptatious than her usual look.

He grabbed her other foot and bit on the slender shin, leaving a distinct mark.

Angela, "..."

He became totally different from the man she had known.

Would every man turn lustful when he started a romantic relationship, just like him?

They didn't do anything immoral, but it's suggestive enough, even in the public. Angela felt her heart was pounding. She moved her legs away and glared at him with anger and shame.

James gave out a gentle laugh before he sat on the chair.

"Since you took off my shoes, how can I walk later?" Angela frowned.

James answered, "On my arms."

"..." Angela said, "Stop kidding. Give me my shoes."

James glanced at her while her face went crimson. He swallowed hard, raised her chin, and kissed her gently on her lips. "I'm serious."

"This is a party. If you lift me up and walk out, how would others talk about it?" Angela leaned backward, attached her body tight to the back of the chair, and looked at him vigilantly, "Don't run wild!"

Seeing she was like an angry cat with its hair sticking straight up, he felt a bit funny, but still, he sat back. "The woman of mine, James Harvey's, who dare to talk bad about her? H'm?"

"... Give my shoes back," Angela said.

Seeing he didn't move, she kicked him tenderly on his shin.

Maybe she didn't realize that the move looked a little flirty.

James grasped her foot and scratched it on the arch. She nearly fell over from the chair out of itch. He held her in his arms with a smile and said, "You are so ticklish, aren't you?"

The noise got louder, bringing more people to look this way.

They watched James hold Angela in his arms, and shock occurred in their eyes.

For all those years, It's the first time they saw him being so close with a woman in the public!

Angela felt her whole body was burning. She pushed James away hard and went to pick up her shoes with her bare feet.

He wanted to help her to put on the shoes but was pushed away again.

"Are you angry?" James looked down to her.

Angela avoided his sight, "No."

She went on wearing her shoes.

"I couldn't help coming near to you because I like you so much. Don't be mad at me, OK?" James held her face in his hands and made her face him.

His frank fondness and indulgence in his eyes rendered her uneasy, but she couldn't tell what the feeling is exactly.

"... I am not mad at you. Loose your hand." Angela pushed his face aside and went on to wear her shoes with her head hanging down.

James bent down to help her with the other shoe, and this time she didn't refuse.

"Let's go back." James stood up, held her hand, and said out of blue.

Angela looked up to him, and even from this angle, he looked incredibly handsome. "Why do we return abruptly? Don't you have some people to introduce to me?"

"I can do it later," James whispered in her ear, bending down to her. "I feel a sudden urge to kiss you. If you don't mind I can kiss you here and then take you to meet those people."

"!" Angela's face turned red immediately. She shoved him aside and stood up.

James glanced at her with a curve on his lips, dignified and abstinent, totally a different man from the one who said those lewd remarks.

Angela stared at him.

"What do you say? To go back or not?" James asked.

People nearby cast their glances at them. Everyone liked rubbernecking no matter which class he belonged to. She tidied up her dress deliberately and held his arm. "But I have something to say to Mrs. Brown."

"Is it to invite her to your home?" James asked. "You can leave it to me. She will come tomorrow."

The two walked out of the hotel, and Angela entered the car first before sitting on the passenger seat.

She was wearing the seat belt when James got in. He held her in his arms and moved her onto his knees.

Feeling his thing was completely ready, Angela got shocked. She had her hands around his neck subconsciously with her pupils constricting suddenly. "James ... hmm!"

He was kissing her. He prised her white teeth to let in his tongue and tangled with hers.

The kiss came possessively and lingeringly. Angela felt she could hardly breathe. She tried to push him away, but her strength was fairly nothing to him.

He kept getting fresh with her.

"Don't ... don't move!" Angela's eyes squinted.

With a hard kiss on her neck, James let her go. He looked at her lazily and said, "H'm?"

"The young generation is really shameless. They did it in the car! Isn't it sinful once there are some children watching them?"

"People are getting corrupt!"

An old couple walked by and sighed miserably seeing what was happening in the car.

Angela lifted a bra strap of hers which slid down just now, and she added some strength to her arms. "James, I have a baby in my belly. Restrain yourself, or you would be the one who suffers in the end!"

"Aren't you suffering too?" James sat straight and held her waist with his hands forcefully.

Angela avoided his burning gaze and said, "I said restrain yourself, and do you hear me?"

"Why are you so scared?" James kissed her several times.

Angela intended to refuse him coldly, but when she spoke, her tone was feathery, "No!"