Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 133

As soon as the words left his mouth, two nurses braced themselves on the ground and stood up before pushing Angela outwards.

James's gaze was glued to Angela, and he subconsciously followed her.

"James, I'm warning you, don't follow her!"

Greyson stopped in front of him, clutching his collar with both hands, and said in a suppressed voice with gritted teeth.

After saying that, he trotted off to chase after Angela.

“James.” Denise walked up to him, sighed, and said.

"I could care less what feud you and Angela have to settle.

But she can't afford to be stimulated right now, so consider Mom begging you not to show up in front of her during this time."

James looked straight at her while not making a sound, his fists slightly clenched.

"James--" Denise called him again, with a hint of begging in her eyes.

James's fists unclenched, clenched, and unclenched again, and said coolly,

"OK." After hearing this, Denise let out a sigh of relief and went worriedly to check on Angela, followed by Julia, Luna and her maid.

The crowded corridor was instantly left with only James, Gabriela and the doctor Liu who was sitting on the floor.

James glanced at the emergency room, pursed his lips, and walked towards the elevator, his tall figure looking wretched and forlorn.

Gabriela stood still for half a minute, said a few words of thanks to the doctor, and then followed him into the elevator.

It was just the two of them in the elevator.

Gabriela leaned against the elevator wall and looked at him with a diagonal hook at the corner of her mouth, ''Mr. James, you still want to say that you don't have feelings for Angela?

You're twenty-four years old now, and there's no point in playing the game of “say yes and mean no.”"

This time, James didn't deny it directly like he did in the past, but digressed, “For the rooftop incident, you check it out and tell me."

DING! The elevator arrived at the first floor.

James strode out of the elevator, and in the midst of surprised and curious eyes, he exited the hospital in his half-wet, half-dry pajama and slippers, and drove away.

The rain had stopped, the sky was blue and the air was fresh.

Gabriela took a deep breath and looked at the sky and stretched herself hard with laziness and interest in her brow.

According James’ personality, he should have invited her to the car as a gentleman, but this time he did not say anything, and drove away. Thus, someone's heart was messed up.

Inside the ward, Angela was lying on the hospital bed, her face as pale as thin paper, her figure looking thinner under the wide hospital gown.

Greyson didn't ask her what was going on, he just stared straight at her with scarlet eyes while weeping silently.

His appearance looked especially funny with his unconventional outfit, but no one laughed.

"Brother, I've just been rescued, shouldn't you be happy now?"

Angela pulled her lips, but there was no smile, only unconcealed loss in her eyes.

She thought she was dead this time, but she didn't expect herself to be pulled back from the death door. When she was discharged from the hospital, she would most likely to start a boring and undignified life again, and God would not see her well after all.

Luna handed a tissue to Greyson and frowned.

"Angela just got better. That's a good thing, why are you crying? Cry again and you get out, no more crying in here!"

Greyson didn't take the tissue, and he wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve a few times, sniffed hard, and questioned Angela, "When you begged for death, didn't you think about me and your sister-in-law?"

He paused a moment before his voice rose much higher, "Who the hell am I working so hard for now?!"

He went to the company to learn to do business, and he was laughed at by so many people and didn’t think of giving up, wasn't it just to be stronger so he could help her leave that bastard James?!

"Greyson, the doctor said Angela shouldn't be too emotional! It's okay to save something for later." Denise pulled Greyson and advised him gently.

Greyson didn't say anything, and he just stared straight at Angela.

"Who said I wanted to die?" Angela said.

"I wasn't the one who asked to die when I was brought in after being locked in the rain on the rooftop and having a recurrence of my pulmonary edema and leg problems."

Greyson didn't believe it at all and yelled,

"Liar! Julia told me that she called an ambulance for you, but you were so determined to die that she had to call again and tell them not to come!" Denise sat in a side chair and listened to them with her eyes flickering.

And Julia twisted her hands with a burst of red and white on her face, looking at Greyson and Angela. She wanted to say something but could say nothing.

Angela just faintly glanced at her, and didn't mean to blame her, "I wasn't able to speak much at that time, plus the wind and rain and thunder, maybe Julia heard it wrong."

After hearing this, Greyson still had a few moments of suspicion, but his face was no longer as ugly as before.

"Angela, no matter what others think, your brother and I will always be on your side. Don't let it get to you." Luna said as she sat on the edge of the hospital bed and took Angela's hand.

Angela smiled and nodded, "I know."

"You've helped Angela this time. I have nothing to give you, just send your bank card account number to my phone, and I won't let you help her for nothing!"

Greyson turned to Julia and said.

Julia’s face turned red, and after further hesitation, said.

"No, we're in the same dorm, and it is the least I can do, no......"

"You can send my brother your bank account."

Angela interrupted with a smile, "My brother doesn't feel comfortable without giving you some money."

Today, Angela smiled even more, but Luna felt that she was not happy and was just doing it to her and Greyson for fear that they were worried.

Julia looked at Angela, and then at Greyson, and said carefully with delights. "Then thank you Greyson."

Greyson didn't even take this trivial matter to heart, he was concerned about something else, "I remember you said someone had locked Angela up on the rooftop?"

He clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes clouded with gloom.

Julia gulped, before saying, "The person who locked Angela up on the rooftop should be Timothy, but I'm not really sure."

Greyson gave a gentle hum and told Angela, “Take a rest and don't think about anything else", then turned his head and walked out.

"Greyson, where are you going?" Luna stood up and called out to him, just in case he might cause more trouble.

Greyson's footsteps didn't stop and his voice, tinged with some ruthlessness, came from the doorway, "Whoever wants to get rid of Angela, I'll fucking get rid of her!"

"Angela, I'll go watch your brother closely and see you later!"

Luna was worried about Greyson fooling around and couldn’t rest assured of Angela.

"I can't die, don't worry, sister-in-law." Angela gave a light laugh and said lightly.

"When my sister-in-law finds my brother, tell him for me that sometimes it's harder to live than to die, and there's no need to get rid of the guy who put me on the rooftop."

No one knew better than her about a fate totally worse than death.

Julia looked at her like this, feeling a little strange, yet familiar.

The times she handled Timothy, that was the look...... that made her feel terrible.