Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 17

"Don't get your clothes dirty."

Angela took off the suit and handed it to him.

She cleaned toilets and cleaned up vomit. So she was really dirty.

“I don’t care!"

Greyson's eyes were red. He grabbed his suit violently and covered her body rudely, "If you say that kind of shit again, I'll be angry!"

Angela felt the warmth from the clothes and smiled, not refusing it again

“Quit you job, too."

Greyson took out his wallet, pulled out a bank card and put it right into her hand, "Take this. This is for you. Let me know if you need more!"

"No, I'm fine as a cleaner."

Angela pushed the bank card back to her brother.

Greyson didn't take the card, he looked at her, painful and sad, "Angela, are you mad at me for not helping you two years ago, so you wouldn’t spend my money?

“I...”

"No, don’t blame yourself."

Angela interrupted him, hiding bitterness in her eyes, "Mom and Dad will be mad if they know you give me money, and Dad has a heart problem."

Greyson clenched, unclenched and re-clenched his fists and finally took the card back, "Well, you don't have to take the card. I'll get you a good job, that's okay, right?"

“No, brother."

Angela's voice was low, “I’m in the Dream Club, I can't leave."

James wouldn't let her go so easily.

Greyson's face became white abruptly.

After a moment, he gritted his teeth and the veins in his forehead seemed to pop out, "James forces you to work as a cleaner?"

Angela nodded.

“That son of a bitch!"

Greyson loosened his tie, his eyes were red, “Wasn’t it enough? He had put you in prison for two years, what else does he want?

I'll find him!"

After that he was leaving.

"Brother!"

Angela tugged at him hard, looking tired, "You can't win, don't bother yourself."

“Well then?

Let me watch him bully you?"

He pounded his chest with a fist, each word pushed out of his throat, "So am I a fucking human being?"

There was so much noise here. Julia, who was worried, came over and stood next to Angela.

"Think of your children and do not act impulsively."

Julia was here and Angela didn't want to talk more about it, "It's getting late, I'm going home."

After that, she pulled Julia away.

"Angela!"

Greyson called after her, his eyes were full of conflict and guilt.

Angela stopped, but didn't turn around.

“I’m sorry...”

Greyson clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles were whitened.

"Blame it on the fact that I love the wrong person, it's not your fault."

Angela's voice lowered suddenly, tinged with a bit of huskiness, "Did Mom and Dad, did they...... ever ask me?"

Greyson's eyes were filled with guilt and he opened his mouth several times, but didn't make a sound.

"Brother, good night. Remember, don’t follow you impulse."

Angela tried to hold back her tears. She trotted to a parked taxi and got into.

Mom and Dad still hadn't forgiven her.

But she had no right to blame them.

She could only blame herself for falling in love with the wrong person and wrongly believing in the wrong person.

Julia followed and sat in, with a bunch of questions she wanted to ask, but finally just handed her a piece of tissue, "Wipe it off, don't let anyone think I'm bullying you."

They went back to the dorm, the lights were already dark.

"You two don’t sleep and make noise in the middle of night, are you insane?

I am trying to sleep!"

Lyla said ironically, "Forget it, one is a murderer and the other is a whore, what other qualities do I expect from you?!"

"Lyla, ask your conscience,"

Julia blushed furiously, "Who's the one who calls every day until one or two a.m. in the morning to keep people away from sleeping!"

And who's a whore?

Both Lyla and she were receptionists, and they were up to no dirty deals!

"It’s my right to make phone calls.

I didn't call today, can't I just go to bed early?"

Lyla rolled her eyes.

Julia pointed at her with her fingers trembling, "You were playing with your phone when we came in!"

"I got sleepy playing with my phone and was just about to put it down for bed, and you guys came back and made noise."

Lyla snorted, "I'm not asking too much, just apologize for doing something wrong and make a ninety-degree bow, is it too much?"

Julia was so angry at her shamelessness that she couldn't speak.