Desperate Lovers

Chapter 179 Want to Kill You

James' heart stung for a moment as his pupils reflected Angela's angry face.

Did she also feel painful when she used to stick him all day while he didn't reciprocate her feelings?

"Nothing more to say?"

Angela squeezed every word out of her teeth, "James, do you think I should still love you even after

you have tormented me for two years due to a ridiculous misunderstanding?

Yes, I was too stupid to be provoked into hugging a man in erotic lingerie. I’ve done something wrong

to mislead you!

And I was willing to be punished accordingly. You could break off your engagement with me, or scold

me!

But you didn't hear any explanation and firmly believed that I cheated on you. So you broke my leg,

sent me to jail, and humiliated me by forcing me to work at Dream Club ... Don't you think you went too

far?!"

When she said the last sentence, she almost growled it out.

The door creaked open and a corner of Julia’s clothes revealed through the crack.

But the crack quickly disappeared because the door was shut from the outside.

Julia was frightened that James would get her into trouble. However, the two inside did not react to this,

as if they hadn't heard the sound just now.

James looked at Angela's red and indignant eyes. He was painful as if the tender flesh of his heart was

being torn.

He minced his lips and tried to wipe away her tears, but he couldn’t move since his body was under

anesthetic.

He moved his lips to speak. Obviously there was a bunch of things he wanted to say. But it seemed

that his throat was blocked by something, and not a word could come out.

For the first time in his life, he knew how regret tasted.

The four eyes looked at each other, speechless.

The air in the ward seemed to be compressed and even breathing became a luxury.

"Sometimes I just want to kill you!" Angela's hand was on his neck, tightening a little. "If I get you killed,

I'll be relieved!"

The strength in her hand proved that she was definitely not joking.

James' face changed color due to a lack of breathing, and he looked distressed, but his eyes remained

deep, dark, without half a fluctuation, as if the person being pinched was not him.

"I can't move right now, so you can try." He looked at her and said faintly.

Angela increased the strength, shouting, "You think I dare not?"

"You even dare to kill yourself. What else are you afraid of?"

James' voice was slightly hoarse due to his neck being choked, but he remained unhurried, "You can

do it now."

The way he was so sure that she wouldn't hurt him made Angela's anger and hatred reach its peak, so

she rose slightly and increased the strength.

She didn't want to live anyway. If she could kill him and then kill herself, she would really be relieved!

As the strength in Angela's hand increased, James' face gradually turned red, and his breathing began

to become ragged.

But he still looked at her calmly, not showing any fear of death.

Perhaps because of the lack of oxygen supply, his dry-skinned lips were half-open and sweat was Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

pouring down from his forehead.

Angela looked into his deep and dark eyes. He was panting heavily, and a steady stream of sweat was

sliding down from the cheeks onto his shirt.

After a moment, the strength in her hand stopped, then she loosed her hand and stood aside with a

scowl on her face.

"You still have me in your heart."

James coughed and his handsome face carried the faint red color. He didn’t look good but his eyes

showed a glimmer of smile.

The words caused a flicker of panic for Angela, but she turned back again to look at him, sneering,

"I won't kill you because I'm afraid I'll be tarnished by your death!"

James didn't reply, and he just seemed to be in a good mood.

Such an attitude annoyed Angela. She coldly slanted her eyes at him. “I don’t killed now because you

are still useful to me!"

"How soon you change the reason!"

James' breathing was nearly smooth and he looked as normal, but there was a light of tease in his

eyes.

Angela's face changed at once and she was desperate to prove that he could be useful to her. "You

think I'm making an excuse?"

James raised his eyebrows slightly without saying a word.

"Jessica had done so much only to be with you.

So she will be the one who is most miserable when I'm with you!"

Angela said with a frown.

The smile in James' eyes grew a bit more. "So you agreed to be with me?"

Angela's eyebrows knitted together. "You'll let me go if I don't agree?"

James answered, "No."

He paused for a moment and then said seriously, looking at her,

"If you marry me and have two children with me, Jessica will definitely be more upset."

"James Harvey!" Angela squeezed the words out and looked very angry.

The smile in James' eyes gradually disappeared. “Stay with me, and I will do my best to make up for

the faults I committed before.

As long as you are with me, I can help you to take revenge on Jessica, on her family, or do whatever

you want to do."

The knot in his throat moved, but the fiery pain in his neck still lingered. "Do whatever you want to me

without getting me killed.

It's a good deal for you, or at the very least, a better deal than just walking away. Don’t you agree?"

Angela looked pale, but she didn't rush to refuse him.

As James said, the terms he offered were much more cost-effective than her walking away. Most

importantly, there was no way she could go!

Given the current situation, saying yes to him was the best option.

But emotionally, she couldn't accept being with him, because an of those wrong things he had done to

her was enough to make her hate him for the rest of her life!

Tap-tap!

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

Angela was unsure of what to do as she took a few steps back and sat down on the hospital bed.

"Come in." The door opened and James mother, Denise walked in, followed by a maid carrying two

thermos buckets.

"What are you doing here?" Denise looked at James with surprise, why was he lying on the escort bed

in a hospital gown?

Angela kept her head down in silence.

"I hurt my hand by accident when I was peeling an apple," James said carelessly.

Hearing this, Angela glanced up at him and quickly lowered her head again.

"How did you hurt your hand by peeling an apple and get hospitalized?"

His face didn't look like he was slightly injured, so Denise walked over. "Show me your injury."

James unfolded the palm of his hand to show her. "I was thinking about something while peeling an

apple, so I mistakenly took the blade as the handle."

Denise looked at the wound on his palm and replied him meaningfully, "Haste makes waste."

How could he hurt his hand by peeling an apple?

That excuse was just too absurd.