Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 185

“Thank you for your great kindness, Auntie. Dr. Roland is excellent, but our relationship is just ordinary doctors and patients.

Maybe we'll be friends in the future. But Dr. Roland should have no feelings for me, the same of me for Dr. Roland."

Angela didn't miss the flash of reluctance under Eleanor's eyes.

Hearing this, Eleanor smiled, "That's a pity. I took you as my daughter-in-law ever since Susan talked about you.""

"Angela," Auntie Susan's face was not very good, and she said sharply, "Roland is so good to you, but you don't like him. Are you still thinking about Mr. James in your heart?"

The smile on Eleanor's face stiffened for a moment and quickly returned to its natural state.

"Mr. James is now Miss Angela's boyfriend,"

Roland stretched his hands, "Auntie Susan, even if you like Miss Angela, you can't ask me to be a male mistress, right?"

Auntie Susan stood up directly. Her face was ugly as she intended to say something. But when she saw Eleanor and Roland, she swallowed what she wanted to say, "Angela, come with me first!"

With that, she turned and went into a room.

"Fine." Angela answered, said sorry to Eleanor and Roland, and then followed Auntie Susan into the room.

Auntie Susan slammed the door shut and leaned against it with a sullen face, but she kept silence.

"A person like me is not suitable to be with Dr. Roland." Angela said. "I don't deserve him, and I don't have feelings for him."

"How many love-at-first-sights are there? I've never met my husband before we got married, but we've been doing well ever since." Auntie Susan said.

"Don't be angry."

Angela knew that Auntie Susan was doing it for her good, "It's better for everyone if I don't stay with Dr. Roland."

Dr. Roland was an adult and had his thoughts. So if he was forced to stay with her like this by Auntie Susan, it was sure he would have a grudge against Auntie Susan.

And judging from the reaction just now, Eleanor shouldn't be happy with her either.

The so-called beauty treatment took an extra half hour should just be an excuse to indirectly tell her that she didn't like her.

"You, you!" Auntie Susan poked her head with her finger. And she was almost angry with her, "You always think for others, why don't you think for yourself?"

Angela smiled and tugged her hand, "I thought about it for myself. I don't like Dr. Roland. If we are forced to live together, neither of us will be happy."

Auntie Susan poked her on the head a few more times and was so angry that she couldn't speak.

"Auntie Susan, if you keep poking me like that, my face will be marred by a scar," said Angela.

Auntie Susan came back to her sense and said without a smile,

"I didn't even use my strength; you don't even have a red mark on your head!"

"But you kicked me today, with real force," said Angela.

"Stop it!" Auntie Susan was in a hurry and didn't forget her business, "Roland said you are Mr. James’s girlfriend, what is going on?"

Angela clenched her fist, bowed her head, and said,

"... it is nothing."

"Nothing?

If it is nothing, how did James become your boyfriend?"

Auntie Susan was angry at her reply, "Angela, you treat me like an outsider, don't you?"

Angela tugged at her lips, "You can't be my insider either."

“Angela!” Auntie Susan pinched her waist and yelled at Angela.

"James has a bad temper. Auntie Susan, you don't get involved in these bad things in the future, and don't get Dr. Roland involved for my sake, it's not worth it.

It's getting late, Auntie Susan, I have to leave now."

When Angela finished, she didn't look at Auntie Susan and turned around to leave the room.

Eleanor looked behind Angela and asked, "Susan didn't come out with you?"

"Auntie Susan is a little tired and said she wants to rest early," said Angela.

Roland glanced at the closed door thoughtfully.

"I see." Eleanor smiled and waved at her, "Susan didn't say which kind of fruit you like, so I prepare them all, come and eat some."

Angela refused, "Thank you. Auntie, but it's getting late, I'd better go back now."

"Eating some fruit won't take you long, and I'll let Roland send you back later." Eleanor said, "Try the oranges, they're pretty fresh."

It was not good to refuse her all the time. So Angela sat down on the couch and took two slices of orange.

"Angela, although you can't be Roland’s girlfriend, you can always be friends. Come here when you have time in the future and let Auntie Susan cook you something delicious."

Eleanor pushed some plates of fruit toward Angela.

Angela answered and took a slice of kiwi into her mouth. It was sour and sweet, but it was too sour and almost bitter.

What Julia said was true: Everyone is complicated.

Knock, knock!

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Who's it? It is so late." Eleanor looked at the door and said to Roland, "Open the door and have a look."

Roland got up, went over, and opened the door, "Mr. James? What a surprise."

Hearing the word "Mr. James," Eleanor got up, "So it's Mr. James, you are the honored guest.

Roland, go to the study and bring out my Da Hung Pao tea and make some for Mr. James."

As she turned around to greet James, she looked at him calmly.

Just like the rumors outside, this young man who had become the leader of the Harvey Group at such a young age had the best among the younger generation, with a handsome face, tall and lean body, and good temperament.

But he didn't look very well. There was darkness under his eyes. His face was pale, and even his walk was slow like he was recovering from a serious illness.

Angela frowned, her lips pursed tightly.

Didn't James get an anesthetic?

Did the effects wear off so fast?

"Don't bother, thanks you, Director Eleanor."

James smiled at Eleanor and walked around Roland at the door, "I'm just worried that my girlfriend won't be safe on her way home at night.

Please don't take offense that I come uninvited."

The anesthetic had worn off, and the pain from the stitched wound in his abdomen traveled to his brain nerves, and a thin layer of sweat rose on his nose.

"How can I take offense?" Eleanor laughed, "You are worried about your girlfriend, and it’s normal for you to come over to pick up her."

Roland glanced at James's small abdomen for a moment, "The wound has just been stitched up, so it's better for you not to walk around freely, it's not good for recovery."

"Thanks for the reminder, Dr. Roland." James said,

"But I remember you writing in your previous book that you believe no matter what the illness is, the patient’s mood can affect the condition, Dr. Roland."

"My girlfriend wasn't around, I was in a bad mood, and it wasn't good for my health, so I just came straight over."

In fact, he could call Angela’s name, but he kept repeating the word “girlfriend," and it was more like he was emphasizing something.

Angela sat on the sofa and ate fruit without any expression as if she hadn't heard what he said.

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, said with a slight surprise, “You read my book?"

"When I wanted to ask Dr. Roland to cure Angela’s leg earlier, I just took a look at the book you wrote." James said.