Desperate Lovers

Chapter 8 She Really Changed

James looked up at Gabriela and smirked, “When did our manager, Mrs. Gabriela, become kind-

hearted and even speak up for someone else?”

Gabriela raised her charming brows.

There was a knock at the door when she was about to speak.

Gabriela got slightly distracted and put the pot down.

“I don’t have a big heart as you think. But that girl works really hard. It would be a pity if she finally died

in front of our club.”

Then she stood up and waddled towards the door.

James squinted at her back. The only thing he thought now was Angela’s words back then. She really

changed.

He lifted the cup and sipped. The tea was slightly bitter.

Gabriela talked for a while and turned back.

James was genteelly enjoying his tea, as a born aristocrat.

Gabriela stunned before whispering to him,

“Angela passed out.”

James’s hand quivered, “Where's Danis?”

“He was frightened, and took her to the hospital.”

James pursed his lips, with an unpredictable look, and said after a second,

“Arrange someone to follow them.”

Angela seemed to have a dream: she got back to the prison. The fat female bully hit her again. She

couldn't take it anymore and then set a fire.

In her dream, the bullies were all trapped in fire, including herself.

But when she felt released and opened her eyes, she got hit by the reality again.

Angela looked at the medicine bottle overhead, and frowned with disappointment. By seeing the look of

her face, the nurse teased,

“Are you upset for still being alive?”

Angela looked out the bustling trees. She didn't respond.

The nurse shook her head and walked out with an empty bottle.

Angela was alone in the ward.

She seemed to be really exhausted, and fell asleep again after a while.

It was dark outside when she woke up.

She blinked her eyes and felt sore all over.

“You finally wake up.”

A low voice came from nearby.

She startled. By the time she turned around, James was sitting in a couch nearby, his legs overlapped

casually.

A beam of bright light reflected his expression through the white wall.

His foxy smile seemed to make no sense to Angela.

“Angela, you learned nothing but the hairshirt approach over the two years in prison...”

He sneered with a scrunchy face.

Angela tried to talk, but she didn't retort after all. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Anyway, her cowardliness was deeply entrenched in his mind.

However, her silence irritated him.

“Answer my question.”

Angela puckered her dry lips and turned towards him,

“You already got an answer in your mind, Mr. Harvey. What are you expecting from me then?”

James loured. Angela seemed to be obedient. But she was also irrepressibly rebellious, and even hard

to control.

He stood up and walked towards her.

His brawny body had come near before she reacted.

The next moment, James grabbed her chin with a glacial voice,

“You look disgusting, Angela.”

She couldn’t say anything but endured the pain passively, “I can correct my mistake for you, Mr.

Harvey.”

James pursed his thin lips, and carefully digested every word from her.

Angela changed a lot in the past two years. Her baby fat face disappeared, and her naive eyes turned

to be exhausted and vicissitudinary.

However, she could still be clearly recognized. She was no longer arrogant and confident as she used

to be.

James pinched her chin, and remained silent for a long time.

There was an awkward silence. Then someone knocked the door and broke the ice.

James felt a little upset. He tidied his sleeves, sat back and said in an icy voice,

“Come in.”

Angela thought it was the nurse on her daily rounds, but Danis walked in instead.

She was stunned and kept silent lest say something wrong.