Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 182

Angela threw her hospital gown onto the bed, and walked over to his bedside. Then she almost touched his face and sneered,

"You just said if I don’t leave you, you will meet all my conditions, and did you regret it so soon?"

Such an arrogant and cocky attitude was just who she was years ago.

They were so close that their breath entwined with each other. James's pupils reflected her figure. While the bottom of his heart was a bit bitter, and the chill in his body dissipated a bit.

For the first time, he realized that the little girl who always followed him around and said she would marry him was grown up and beautiful.

But the scar at the end of her eyebrow stung a little.

His gaze made Angela feel uncomfortable, and she taunted,

“Speechless?"

The sudden warm touch on her lips made her swallow the rest of her words. Her pupils shrank slightly, and she was stunned for a while.

James stretched out his tongue to lick her just now?

Slap!

After realizing what had happened, Angela instinctively slapped James and took a few steps back with a cold face.

She rubbed the lips that he had touched and stared at him.

"What's going on?"

Hearing the movement inside, Roland opened the door and walked in.

Angela stared angrily at James. He didn't seem to have any problems, except that his face was not happy.

And a clear slap mark surfaced on the his handsome face, and the loud sound just now should have been the sound of him being slapped.

"Nothing."

James said with a faint expression,

"My girlfriend is just getting angry."

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his head to look at Angela.

"Let's go."

Angela didn't say anything else, wiped her lips with a sullen face, and strode out.

Roland followed her and walked out. But after only two steps, James called out, "My girlfriend is angry. She may not speak very well. So Dr. Roland, take it easy."

"Don't worry, Mr. James, I don't have many virtues, but I have a good temper."

Roland smiled and went out of the ward.

Angela waited for him at the door. After seeing him coming out, she walked towards the elevator.

"If you are in a bad mood, it's better for you to speak it out. Keeping it bottled up will cause problems."

Roland said.

Angela was a little distracted, "Thanks for your concern, Dr. Roland. I'll pay attention.

Seeing that she wasn't listening at all, Roland sighed lightly and didn't say any more.

DING!

The elevator doors opened. And several people were already standing inside.

A few doctors and nurses were also inside, and they greeted Roland with a smile.

Roland smiled and responded one by one, gesturing for Angela to go in first. After Angela entering the elevator, he followed, get in, and pressed the close button.

"Is this Dr. Roland's girlfriend?"

Someone asked, "She is beautiful!"

Without waiting for Roland to answer, the other people teased.

"Dr. Roland, you and your girlfriend are good- looking, your child will be beautiful, why don't we make a baby marriage?"

Roland was worried that Angela would be too embarrassing and said quickly.

"If I could have a girlfriend as pretty as Miss Angela, my mother would have to wake up with a smile in her dreams!"

Angela smiled at a few people, "Hello guys, I'm Dr. Roland's patient."

A few people then understood the misunderstanding, and one of them was quite sad, "Is Miss Angela single?

You stand together so much as a husband and wife, don’t you think about being together?

"A few days ago you said I was a good match for Miss Milana, and now it's changed ... hey, are women all so fickle, Agnes?"

Roland sighed, "Or am I handsome to match anyone?"

Agnes smiled, "Of course it's because you're so handsome."

A few people chatted for a while, the elevator arrived, and they parted.

When Angela followed behind Roland and was about to get into his car, she happened to run into Agnes, who smiled ambiguously at her and drove away.

“Agnes seems to have misunderstood us. I will explain it when I meet her."

Roland just happened to see that ambiguous smile of Agnes.

Angela answered and sat in the passenger seat.

Roland was about to start the car when his phone vibrated.

Angela glanced inadvertently, just to see that the first word on the remarks was Milana.

"Miss Milana, is something wrong?"

Roland had always given a sense of calm in doing things and speaking. But after he got on the phone, his speech was much faster than usual, and he sounded a bit rushed.

As soon as she heard Miss Milana, Angela thought of the beautiful female patient who looked tender and weak and seemed to be a dancer.

And not knowing what was said over there, Roland quickly said,

"I'm sorry Miss Milana. I will have an operation soon, so it is not convenient to go out for dinner!"

He said and winked at Angela, "Lee, what did you just say?"

“...”

Why didn’t he call her Lee?

Angela pursed her lips and cooperated, “ Dr. Linda asked you to go there quickly, the patient is dying.”

Roland gave her a thumbs up, "I'm really sorry, Miss Milana, I am not available right now, bye!"

He finished hurriedly and hung up straight away.

Angela looked down at her right leg. If her leg cured, would she be able to be a dancer again like Miss Milana?

"Fasten your seat belt."

Roland tilted his head to talk to Angela.

Seeing her stunned, he leaned over to fasten her seat belt and then started the car.

“Thanks.”

Said Angela.

“You are welcome." And while turning the steering wheel, Roland said,

"My acting skills are so good, I think it's a pity that I don't go to the entertainment industry!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't have acting skills. With this face, you won't starve to death."

said Angela.

The dimples at Roland's cheeks deepened a lot, "Finally someone said that I can count on my face. Every time I say this, my elder aunt will say that I am too narcissistic."

"Doesn't your mother say so?"

Perhaps his attitude was too casual like he was treating an old acquaintance, and Angela's nerves relaxed a lot.

Roland turned the steering wheel and his car the traffic, "I was raised by my elder aunt in my family. I only came back to my house a year ago. My mother is not very familiar with me and dare not joke with me at will."

Angela didn't know there was something like that. And after stopping for a while, she said,

"I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, my Auntie Susan's family treats me very well, I have never been less than others."

Roland laughed and said.

Angela pursed her lips and didn't answer.

“Now you know one of my secrets, may I know one of your secrets, Miss Angela?"

Roland asked.

They met a red traffic light and the car stopped.

During the evening rush hour, they were many cars on the road, as dense and annoying as ants moving before a heavy rain.

Angela frowned and didn't say anything.

"Just a casual question, you don’t need to be so embarrassed, Miss Angela."

Roland glanced at her, and then withdrew his gaze.

The green light came on, and the long convoy began to move slowly.

"A secret for a secret, fair enough."

Angela said.

"What do you want to know?"