Desperate Lovers

Chapter 29 Get Out to Puke

Angela clenched her hands and didn't look back, “You already has a girlfriend. Aren't you afraid of

being misunderstood by the others if you continued to stay here with me?"

With the strength on her shoulders loosing, she went straight out of the stairway without even looking at

Danis.

She was unluckyto meet Cathleen.

Angela paused for a moment, then moved on.

However, she went left, Cathleen went left; she went right, Cathleen also went right, blocking her way.

“What are you doing with Danis?"

Catheleen asked while gnashing her teeth.

Angela asked, "They say I broke Jessica's leg, do you think Danis will be with his sister's enemy?"

Cathleen hesitated, but was still unsure, "If you don't hide something in your heart, tell me frankly why

Danis is looking for you."

"If you want to ask something, just ask me."

Danis came out from the stairway, not looking very good.

The jealousy and resentment on Cathleen's face all disappeared, leaving only panic and anxiety.

She trotted up to Danis, put her arms around him and whispered.

"Danis, I......"

Angela had no intention of getting involved in the crap that was going on between them. Without

Cathleen’s stop, she went straight into the banquet hall.

At the banquet, everyone was dressed up in fancy clothes and had a makeup, holding glasses of wine

and laughing.

But with her short, uneven hair and her janitorial uniform, she looked incompatible with the others, not

knowing where to go.

She watched James standing beside Jessica, talking to her parents.

She didn't know what he was talking about, but he had a shallow smile on his handsome face.

And her dad, talking and laughing with some men in suits, just averted his eyes from her and looked

away so quickly, as if he'd seen something dirty.

It was the first time that she realized she was truly alone.

"Miss, Mr. Harvey wants you to come over."

The waiter came up and said.

Angela nodded wearily, dragging her heavy legs towards James.

"Angela, your clothes are wet, you'll catch cold if you wear them all night."

Jessica said softly.

“You’d better change into my gawn."

"She broke your leg and you're still being so nice to her, aren't you stupid?"

Adeline regreted that she did not live up to her expectation, "You still want to count money for people

when they sell you?"

Angela lowered her head and bit her lip, anger rushing through her chest, but there was nothing she

could do but to endure.

James chuckled lightly, and replied.

"Auntie Adeline, you don't know your own daughter very well."

Jessica's stupid?

Heh, joke.

"?"

Adeline looked at him, not understanding what he meant by that, while Jessica, in the wheelchair, didn't

look very well.

With absolutely no intention of explaining himself, James placed the empty glass on the waiter's tray,

grabbed another glass of champagne, and left.

Angela followed him.

Missing her meal for the day, Angela felt a stomachache.

"Did Danis call you?"

James didn't even stop and asked her carelessly.

Angela was stunned for a moment before realizing he was asking her, and she replied with an

“Hmmm”.

"You've worked really hard to get back."

James stopped and looked down at her, "You think you broke Jessica's leg and you still have a

possibility to be with Danis?

Hmm?”

His dark eyes stared at her, showing no difference from usual, but she somehow felt that he was upset.

She had no idea who had enraged him.

She licked her dry lips and dropped her eyes to avoid his gaze, "I didn't."

James laughed softly, a laugh that seemed to be sarcastic.

Angela wanted to explain, but ended up saying nothing.

He never believed her words, so there was nothing to explain.

"Mr. Harvey, long time no see."

Someone greeted him with a glass of wine and a flattering smile.

James nodded and tried to leave, but when the corner of his eyes swept to Angela, he stopped again

and said.

"You’re Mr. Lee from Jubilee?"

"Yes!"

The visitor didn't expect James to remember his name and was flattered, "I’m Lee, and we cooperated

with your company once last year......"

He said a lot and finally clinked his glass politely with James.

"I'm not a good drinker, do you mind if I have someone else drink for me, Mr. Lee?"

James said politely, but before he could respond, he handed the glass directly to Angela.

Mr. Lee's smile stiffened as he saw Angela’s uniform, then he answered.

"Never mind. Never mind. It's my pleasure."

He lifted his glass and smiled.

"I'll drink first!"

Angela looked down at the champagne in her hand with a terrible look.

It was inevitable that she would be persuaded to drink at the party. However, if James really didn’t want

to drink, no one could say anything about that.

By doing so, he was simply screwing her.

"Why not drink?"

James looked at her, "Are you looking down on Mr. Lee?

Or me?"

Hearing this, Mr. Lee's eyes fell on Angela and frowned, his face not looking very happy.

"I dare not!"

Angela whispered, taking a small sip from her glass.

James glanced at the barely touched champagne, and said clearly, "Just one sip, are you showing no

respect for Mr. Lee?"

"How dare I?"

Angela laughed bitterly, forcing down the tears coming out of her eyes, tilting her head up and emptied

the glass.

The champagne flowed down the throat into her body, a hot pain came from her stomach, like flames

baking, like a thousand needles piercing through her body, but far less than the pain in her heart.

She'd had a stomachache before she went to jail, so she'd better drink less, he knew that.

As Mr. Lee was succeeding in talking with James, more people came.

All of them were trying hard to get to know James.

Angela didn't know how many glasses she had, only to find her stomach burning and aching, and she

was not allowed to refuse.

"If you're going to puke, get out."

James gave her a glance. He frowned when seeing the cold sweet on Angela's forehead, but he

resumed his posture quickly.

Angela's stomach churned so much that acid came up her esophagus and she swallowed it back.

Hearing his words, She nodded, covering her mouth, and stumbled into the bathroom.

“UGH."

She clutched at her collar and threw up as soon as she entered the cubicle.

The lunch had been digested, what came from his mouth was just acid fluid.

There was a flush. It seemed that two people came out of the cubicle. They turned on the faucet and

washed their hands, chatting,

"Did you see Angela at the party today?"

"Of course I saw her, it was hard not to notice when she dressed like that.

Why do you think she has the nerve to come to an event like this?

Aren't she feeling ashamed?"

"It's fine if she simply make herself embarrassed, but it's embarrassing me as well.

I used to hang out with her and sang with her before, but a lot of people said I was her friend and asked

why I didn't go to say hi!"

"Jessica is just too nice. How good it will be if she just sued Angela with attempted murder and let her

spend the rest of her life in jail."

Snap.

Angela opened the cubicle door and stepped out, looking quietly at the two women patching up their Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

makeup in front of the mirror.

Like Jessica, they were her former “bolosom friends".