Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 363

Angela hadn't left. She stood in the corridor with her back to Luna, seeing the view outside the window.

"Have you made up your mind to stay with Mr. James?" Luna approached her, looking out of the window along with her. "Dad is treating you this way now, so once he knows this incident is related to Mr. James ...."

She didn't continue.

"I have thought it through, and I don't believe James would do such things." Angela frowned slightly, "James is coming to pick me up. Please don't mention it again, Luna."

Luna shot a glance at Angela with a complicated look on her face. After a while, she said, "You'd better think it over. Since both of my children are at home, I have to go now."

"Oh." Angela intended to say something but eventually bit it back. She replied with merely a nod.

After a tender tap on her shoulder, Luna left.

It's a nice day today. The sky was blue and cloudless, and even the sunlight was seemingly warmer than usual. In contrast, Angela was overcast in her mind and her thoughts in a mess.

She might pay little attention to her dad's attitude towards her, yet what about her brother?

Would he treat her the same after Luna told him that mom's suicide concerned James?

Besides her brother, what about herself? Could she go against her conscience to be together with him?

"Why are you staying outside? Don't you feel cold?" James's voice came from her back.

Not until now did Angela realized she had been standing there for a long time, given it would take him half an hour at least from his company to the hospital.

Out of her trance, Angela looked at him and answered, "I'm fine. Let's go."

At the sight of her hands red with cold, James frowned mildly. He stepped to her, held her hands, and blew on them to warm them up.

"Are you a fool? Couldn't you find a warm place to wait?" After a while, as he didn't feel her hand was that cold, he held her hand and put it in the pocket of his coat before walking towards the elevator.

Though Angela's hands were warm, she felt half of her heart was hot but the other half was icy. "It's too hot in the ward, and I went out for some air."

"Since your leg has not fully recovered, don't linger at a cold place." James stroked her hand in the pocket and looked down at her, "What about the other hand?"

Not even cool, for he had just held it. It's still warm.

Even so, Angela stopped to show him the other hand, "It's cold."

Staring at her for a moment, James sighed gently, took off his coat, and put it on her.

The remnants of his heat and a faint scent of men's perfume made her feel secure unwittingly. Angela gathered the coat around her and. with a hesitation, took his hand to put it into the pocket.

The two entered the elevator. James was among the crowd huddling together, shielding Angela in his arms to prevent her from being touched.

Angela looked up at him. His bushy eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. While tucking his lips, he seemed to try to resist something.

Having accompanied him for so many years, she knew it clear that he hated skinship ...

Ding!

The elevator stopped.

James went out with Angela in his arms when she heard several women whispering—

"What a beautiful couple! They are perfectly suited!"

"Their child must be cute. Alas, why wouldn't I be their kid?"

"That smart guy fusses over his girlfriend so much that he leaves his coat to his girlfriend in spite of his hands red with cold!"

"His girlfriend is not short at all, but still makes the coat barely above the ground. So adorable ...."

Their voice grew fainter as they walked away.

Having entered the car, Angela wore the seat belt and said, "James."

"Yes?" James started the car, looking at her with a tilt of his head. The sunset was shedding a warm light on his face, shrouding him in a golden helo, as beautiful as a painting.

Angela turned back to look forward, with a twinkle in her eyes. "Could you please give me Sean's number?"

She retold what happened today to him briefly.

"I'll do it as we arrive home." James turned the wheel and the car nosed its way into the traffic.

Arrive home?

On hearing the word home, he couldn't tell the surge in her heart was bitterness, sweetness, or something else.

James, could he literally give her a home?

On their arrival to the Bamboo Estate, Denise and Jason were also there, each sitting on a sofa, and apparently, a fit of bickering had just passed by.

"Angela, you are back." Denise smile at Angela and said, "How is your leg?"

James took off the two coats on Angela, "Getting treated for some time, and then she will be fine as normal people."

"Has she got a hand? Why does she need you to help her take off the clothes?" Jason asked coldly. "She could recover, but Jessica's life has been ruined."

James put the coats on a nearby hanger and helped Angela sit on the sofa. "It's my own business how I would dote on my woman. Would you also like to interfere in the position I am in while having sex?"

"James Harvey!" Jason stood up with a glum look.

James sat next to Angela, and said in a frigid voice, "I don't meddle in your mess, and I hope you would also stay away from my affairs. Otherwise, I won't let Auntie Adeline off, as well as the starlet you keep in Britain."

Denise poured a cup of tea for herself and took an elegant sip as if what was happening was none of her business.

"Are you threatening me?" Jason squinted.

With some two claps, he laughed, "You know it well, don't you?"

Jason glared at him for a while before flopping down on the sofa, with still a sullen look on his face, but his attitude was not as hard as he had been just now.

"What do you like for dinner?" James asked.

Before Angela could answer, Jason chimed in, "It's not late for you to talk about what to eat after I leave."

"Did I invite you here?" James added, "For an unexpected visitor like you, it would be kind enough for us not to drive you away, how could you have the effrontery to delay our dinner?"

Though it's what they were like ordinarily, Jason felt a bit embarrassed with Angela present. "I'm your father!"

"Stop pretending to be a father since you haven't do what a father should do." James loosened his tie with his deep and mysterious eyes. "You'd better learn to talk less if you want to go on staying here."

Jason blushed with a tight frown.

With a deep breath, he tried his best to speak in a steady voice, "I have two matters to say, and it won't take you long. You ...."

"Hold on for a second, and let me guess." James leaned back on the sofa and looked up at him. "First, Auntie Adeline went to you for Jessica, and you decided to scold Angela and me, right?"

Jason's eyes glittered, "Regarding the car accident, it's Jessica's fault. But she had acknowledged her mistake and the Smith family had punished her, banning her from entering the company. Don't you think you have gone too far by pushing her to commit suicide?"