Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey

James stared straight at her with his deep eyes. She looked back, indifferently.

After a while, he looked away, started his car and said, “No matter how you think, you are doomed to stay by my side for the rest of your life.”© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Angela didn’t respond but cast her eyes on the stream of traffic outside the window.

“I threatened Jessica. She got unpleasant and doubted my pregnancy. Your grandpa may come to us in a few days.”

“… You schemed against her?” James turned to her, with a bit strange countenance.

With his reaction, Angela raised an eyebrow and said, “She had schemed against me heaps of times, so I can’t respond in kind?”

“Surely you can,” just surprising.

James, with the corners of his mouth lifted, spared one hand to pat Angela on her head. “Good job.”

Angela had intended to avoid, but at the moment his hand fell on her, she compressed her lips without any further movement.

Meanwhile, his cellphone began to buzz abruptly.

“It’s in my trouser pocket on the right.” James turned to Angela briefly.

With an “H’m” Angela put her hand in the pocket just when a car was coming near erratically in the opposite direction. James turned the wheel sharply, forcing her to lean in accordingly, with her hand falling to somewhere it shouldn’t be.

Magically, that very thing grew from lax to hard in a few seconds.

Angela’s body became stiff as well, her hand burning. She turned to James slowly and found him composed as usual as if the man got hardening was not him.

“Good girl, you can go on playing with it as we return home.” Seeing her freezing for quite a while, James looked to her.

Angela, ” … ”

Being together for so long, he had never referred to her as “good girl”, “baby”, or “honey”. On hearing that unexpectedly, she hadn’t got goosebumps as supposed but experienced an inscrutable feeling.

Like … sweet?

The cellphone was buzzing constantly.

Angela pinched her lips, took out the cellphone. She frowned upon looking at the calling number. “It’s your grandpa.”

It’s sooner than she had expected.

James nodded. She pressed to answer the call and attached the cellphone to his ear.

“Where are you now? Beetle back immediately!” Lawson growled powerfully. Angela could hear it clear even without the speakerphone mood.

James’s complexion remained as usual, and he said distantly, “If I walk back like a beetle, I’m afraid grandpa has to wait for me till tomorrow. Are you patient enough?”

“Stop playing at me. I need to see you and Angela in half an hour.” Lawson shouted with rage before hanging up.

Angela took the cellphone back and put it into her bag for the moment.

“Have you thought about the consequences of lying to my grandpa?” James asked.

Angela stroked her belly, and said, “It’s not a lie now.”

“You think the baby in your belly can protect you? If anyone in the Harvey family gets pregnant, then the baby would be irrelevant to my grandpa,” James said. “It’s good for you to learn to retaliate to Jessica, but you put yourself in danger only to frame her, indicating that you are still not eligible to dealing with her.”

He had used to refer to the baby as “our child”, and now he called it “the baby in your belly”. Obviously, he was a little angry at what Angela had done.

“I have investigated all the grandsons’ wives and mistresses in the Harvey family, and nobody was pregnant,” Angela said.

That meant, the baby in her belly was still the eldest grandson or granddaughter of Lawson’s.

Hearing that, James showed a rare look of surprise on his face, “You said ‘investigate’?”

“It’s Martin,” Angela replied concisely.

Martin was the detective James hired before. He had been chasing down the car accident for two years.

If it was Martin, there’s nothing to surprise he could hunt it out. With a twinkle in his eyes, James turned to look outside.

It appeared to be an extraordinarily beautiful day.

After around half an hour, the Bentley stopped in front of the Harvey family’s old mansion.

The butler and several servants, waiting outside the gate long before, came up on seeing the car stop and opened the doors for James and Angela.

James threw his key to a servant, and walked inside with Angela, followed by the butler.

The butler shot a glance at Angela, who was in a trace of fear and panic, then he looked at James. He sighed, “Young Master, the milord is in a fit of temper, so remember not to be argumentive and behave as docile as you can. Or you would have to suffer the consequences by yourself.”

“I got it, Lester.” James smiled at him.

Angela stood by James’s side. At the thought of meeting Lawson right away, she found her hands and feet stiff with nervousness, though not so severe as the previous two times.

Lawson didn’t like people going against him, nor did he favor a debater or a liar. The only thing he needed was obedience, as well as absolute authority.

Angela licked her dry lips and pinched hard on her arm, her eye turning red immediately.

It’s better to prepare a bottle of eye drops so that it could be used ahead of when tears were needed instead of pinching on herself.

Noticing her little tricks, James flashed a touch of pity in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything.

Lawson was in the lobby. A cup flew to them upon their entering, forcing Angela a slight dodge aside. The cup skimmed barely along her face before crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces with a huge crack.

Drops of water splashed on Angela’s face, sticking a strand of hair on it. Angela stayed still though she felt uncomfortable with the wetness.

“How dare you dodge?” Lawson, in a light grey suit, got much thinner, with his wrinkles looking deeper.

Angela kept silent with her head down, her nose oozing drops of cold sweat, and her hands quivering uncontrollably.

Standing by Lawson’s side, Dalilah said with concern, “Milord, don’t be angry. It’s bad for your health.”

“Considering what they have done, how can I not be angry?” Lawson growled. Then he began to cough violently with a handkerchief over his mouth, his face turning pale.

After the fit of cough, he held the handkerchief tightly in his fist. He then looked up to James. Seeing him not looking at his hand, he loosened his fist a bit.

Dalilah tapped him on his back, “Maybe they have their difficulties.”

“Difficulties?” Lawson sneered, staring at Angela and Jessica. “Do you have any difficulties? Don’t you think I, a sad old man, am about to die so you dare to deceive me with the help of outsiders? Even the director had been squared, it’s really omnipotent of you.”

Angela nibbled her lips, and tears went down silently.

James knew she did it on purpose, but he felt an uncontrollable pain in his heart while witnessing the tears on her face.

Greyson was right indeed: He could not even protect his own woman.