Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 102

With a great crash，

nearly a dozen goblets were shattered to the floor by James, red wine covered the floor, and the rich aroma of wine spreading through the private chamber.

As the goblets cracked, Angela's heart thudded along with them, her body subconsciously curling up. James picked up a shard and stabbed it into his thigh.

Within moments, blood soaked through his suit.

However, there was no change in James’s expression, except that his face was a little pale, and he didn’t even utter a muffled grunt.

Angela clutched her body tightly, unable to stop shaking from fears. And the cold sweat on her head couldn't stop pouring out.

James was not only ruthless to others, but also to himself. He didn’t want to be controlled by the drug, and he stabbed his own thigh. She had no idea what he would do to her and her brother this time.

Clip-clop.

Clip-clop.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer.

Angela watched James approaching her step by step with a deadly face. Angela’s face was bloodless, and she desperately wanted to escape from him.

But her limbs were so limp that she couldn't move at all.

Scaring.

Really scaring.

She didn't know if the fragment in James's hand would lodge in her right leg in the next second, completely ruining her leg.

Ka-da!

As the debris collided with the ground, Angela's heart missed a beat, then jumped wildly the next moment, as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

She wanted to beg for mercy, but she still remembered the scene when he mercilessly broke her leg two years ago. She was unable to say any word, as if her throat was crawled with worms.

James picked her up and threw her directly outside the private chamber with looking at her. Then he closed the door violently.

It was about 4 p.m, and the Dream Club was about to have its rush hours. There were no customers in the hallway but a cleaner was cleaning and two female receptionists were heading this way with talking and laughing.

They were stunned for a moment when they saw Angela, and stopped to stared at her blankly.

One of them took out his cell phone, but snapped it away again, not daring to take pictures or record videos. Perhaps she was wary of Angela’s notorious reputation as a murderer.

Angela’s hands were around the chest, and her straight and slender legs tightly clamped. She lowered her head to cover her pale face with her hair. Her limbs and heart were cold, as if her blood had stopped flowing.

She licked her dry lips and tried to push the door of the private chamber with her weak hand. However, the door had been locked from inside by James. Therefore, she couldn't open it at all.

Her brother wasn't here, so she could only return to her dorm naked.

Angela took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and took a difficult step forward as she met the gaze of others, with amusement and sympathy mixed with incomprehension.

DING!

The elevator sound startled her.

Angela stopped. Her face blanched, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

How could she walk around the club naked and be laughed at by others?

"Stop, don't move."

The elevator door opened, and Gabriela stepped out with a dress on her arm.

The corners of her peach blossom eyes raised slightly. Then, she walked over to Angela and help her dress up neatly.

No underwear was not pleasant, but it was much better than being completely naked.

Angela's mind was a mess. She had no time to figure out why Gabriela had a dress in her hand. She whispered a “thank you” to Gabriela, and her face burned for a moment, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Why do you bother to say “thank you” to her? James and the people around him are eveil!"

As soon as Greyson came out of the restroom, he heard the coversation between Angela and Gabriela. He walked over with a black face.

Looking at Angela standing on the ground barefoot, he twisted his eyebrows and picked her up by the waist.

He would like to ask something. But with Gabriela standing right next to him, it was really inconvenient.

Angela wrapped her arms around his neck and explained wearily, "The clothes I'm wearing were given by Gabriela, so I should say thanks to her."

"The clothes on you were given by her?

So James put you out naked?"

Greyson glared, swallowed the words into his mouth, just felt disgusted and uncomfortable, as if a mouthful of phlegm was in his throat.

Gabriela didn't exchange any more pleasantries with the siblings, went to 505 and knocked on the door, "Mr. James, it's me."

Angela lay in Greyson's arms, seeing the door of private chamber 505 opened, then closed again

She looked at the closed door for a moment, then withdrew her gaze and smiled with self-deprecation.

"Greyson, put me down. I can walk by myself."

She said softly.

Greyson didn't let go, but asked in a suppressed voice with a frown.

"What happened?

Why did James throw you out naked?

The medicine I gave him didn’t work?"

"The camera on my neck collar had been discovered by him."

Angela clenched her fists, speaking each word with unusual difficulty.

This time, all her efforts were in vain. She could not leave the Dream Club. Moreover, her life would be more difficult in the future.

Greyson’s face was livid, but he still hold the last trace of hope. "Then ... is the camera still okay?" He asked.

Angela shook her head, just felt bitter in her mouth, "James threw it on the ground and stomped on it."

She looked up at him and asked reluctantly,

"Greyson, will the video captured by the camera be synchronously uploaded to the cloud drive?"

“I was in a hurry, and didn't have time to set it up!

I thought the plan of putting the camera in the collar would work, and it won't even be noticed!

It's my fault!"

Greyson felt guilty and regretful.

Angela was dejected, but said soothingly,

"It's not a big deal. Maybe when ten or twenty years passed, James, Jessica and the others will have their anger subsided, and they won't be so bothered with me anymore."

Even if James, Jessica and the others didn't bother with her after ten or twenty years, how many ten or twenty years did she have?

Besides, after ten or twenty years, James and the others might still not let her go.

So what?

Her brother had done everything he could to help her, and she didn't want to make him feel guilty.

However, Greyson could not swallow this. His charming face didn’t look well. "No, we just cannot give up like this!

He broke your leg, sent you to jail, and had sex with you. Now he's even thinking of keeping you at the Dream Club for the rest of your life. What a fucking bastard!"

He put Angela on the floor. He couldn’t bear her exposed tits due to a lack of underwear. Then he just took off his shirt and put it on her, while he himself was half-naked.

"Greyson, he hasn't come to you yet about you drugging him, so don't make trouble with him again!"

Angela's arms were wrapped into his shirt as well, so she couldn't use her hands but her body to block in front of him.

Greyson was so angry that he couldn't listen to anything anymore. He kicked open the door of the chamber opposite to 505, and pushed her inside, "I've booked this booth for the day. Have a good sleep inside and ignore what happens outside!" He said.

"Greyson..."

Angela frowned and shouted at him, trying to stop him, but the door had been locked by him from outside.

Greyson's face was extremely cold. He pushed open the door of the 505 and rushed in with bare arms.