Desperate Lovers
Chapter 32 Should I thank you?
"Miss Jessica is so kind."
Angela looked directly at her, pushing every word out of her throat.
What was the truth two years ago? No one knew it better than her and Jessica.
"After all, you used to be my friend. How can I blame you?"
Jessica sighed, "If I really blamed you, I would have sued you two years ago, and wouldn't have let you be out of jail so easily."
"Then should I thank you for that?"
Angela suppressed the anger that was about to burst out of her chest, her eyes full of sarcasm.
Easily?
She had been in prison for two years, putting up with the daily humiliations from other inmates, and hovering between life and death a few times, and Jessica was saying she went out of the jail easily?!
"No, you don’t need to thank me, which seems like we are strangers."
Jessica took her hand, and asked worriedly:
"I heard that you just tried to kill yourself?
Did you hurt yourself?"
"I'm fine, I'm afrain I am disappointing you."
Angela pulled her hand out hard from Jessica and wiped on her clothes. She thought Jessica was too dirty.
"How could I be disappointed?"
Jessica bit her lip and said with genuine affection, "If anything happens to you, I'd be sorry for the rest of my life."
Angela was sick of Jessica’s hypocrisy that she kept her head down and didn't make any sound.
"It's late and it's not easy to get a cab, so I'll have my driver take you home first and then I'll go home."
Jessica's clear face showed sincerety, ignoring the bottle on the hospital bed as if she didn't know Angela was ill.
Angela was so angry at Jessica’s shamelessness that her body trembled, but when she saw James beside, all her anger dissolved into resignation and patience.
She pursed her lips and walked over to the bed and started putting on her shoes.
Jessica lowered her eyes slightly to hide the fleeting complacence in her eyes.
"You stay in the hospital and don't have to work these days."
James took out a cigarette and held it between his long index and middle fingers, but finally put it back without lighting it.
Jessica blinked in surprise.
"Angela, are you sick?"
and did not answer
much better ‘actress’
you
sighed, frustrated and
James
"Don't you?"
glanced at her,
"Of course not."
"Don't regard me as a bad woman, James. I really don't blame her even though Angela broke my legs and I am unable to dance for the rest
not continue the conversation. Then, he said to
go back to work and stop thinking anything
"OK"
clenched it again after a while. She said
for allowing me to stay
control her mind. She knew that she should not have any feelings for him, but just a little bit
Very bitchy.
she was not
like poppy addiction. Even
“You are welcome.”
Angela’s figure, “Stay healthy, then you can
her ear,
the bone immediately, like in an icy
left the
the freshly pierced needle on her hand. She smiled
beginning to the end, nothing more than a clown attempting to insert herself
winter, the nights were cool and
DING!
outside of the hospital, "Come in for a rehab at 10: 30 p.m. Your attending
laugh at
lovable woman's pride, “It was just an excuse. I just wanted
“Really?”
asked back, his eyes
"Of course."
placed her right hand on the armrest of her
Angela was trying to kill herself, I came right over, just in case
Angela committed suicide, and you've got the
snorted lightly, with rich
happened to have heard about
Jessica's eyes flashed.
when she saw him come to the hospital when
in such a hurry to