Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 80

Outside the door sounded the voice of Sean and Raya's conversation, but Angela cannot hear very clearly. It seemed that the playful Raya seemed to be a little angry.

Angela opened her hand, looked at the thin calluses on her palm, and suddenly smiled. However, the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

At 5:30 p.m, Greyson came with lots of her favorite food, "I ran to several stores and waited in line all afternoon to get them, so enjoy yourself."

He put everything on the table, handed her a pair of chopsticks and a disposable lunch box, then put a bottle of alcohol and put it on the table.

“Why do you want to drink now?"

Her brother did not like to drink and did not like the flavor of alcohol, so she asked casually.

Greyson suppressed the irritation in his heart, poured half a cup of alcohol and finished it with one gulp, “I just want to drink."

He was not wearing a suit jacket or a tie.

His action was a bit rude and the shirt was slightly open, revealing a nail scratch that slid from the lower right of his neck all the way down to his collarbone.

"What happened to your neck?"

Angela put down her chopsticks and said with a slight frown.

Greyson was startled and hurriedly tugged at his collar in panic and made an embarrassed look, ''Just keep quiet, what's the point of asking blindly?

You're a grown-up now, how can you not know it?"

"Brother!"

Angela looked straight at him, darkness clouded underneath her eyes.

Greyson scratched his neck and muttered.

"You went to prison for two years, why do you sound like a different person?"

"Don’t change the subject."

Angela said.

Greyson was pissed off and wanted to find someone to talk to for a long time.

He snapped his chopsticks onto the table and told the story happened earlier today.

At the end, he held his breath and grimaced as he drank a cup of alcohol, pressing his voice to a growl.

"I can't believe I fucking thought Dad was actually going to give you justice! He really pissed me off!"

"Jessica is right."

A glimmer of gloom flashed through Angela's eyes as she murmured.

Greyson was puzzled at what he heard, "Hmm?"

"Don't you know why Dad changes his face so quickly?"

Angela smiled to herself, "Because Jessica was right. Dad said so much to release his feeling of being oppressed for so long, but more because he just wanted to let the Smiths know that it wasn't easy for him too."

That was why Jessica used the amusement park project to calm Dad's anger...

Well.

Never before had she imagined that one day Dad would trade all the hurt she had suffered for business profits.

Greyson's expression changed, and finally his face turned blue as he picked up the bottle and poured it into his mouth, tears mixed with the drink flew down along his cheeks together.

"Don't drink so much, or you'll get sick."

Angela snatched the bottle and put it on the table, her heart seemed to be immersed in sulfuric acid instantly with a thousand holes, choking with pain.

"Do you know why, Angela?"

Greyson pounded his heart hard one at a time and choked out.

"Obviously Mom and Dad used to love you too, so how come they suddenly... changed into someone like this?"

Angela drew out a few tissues and wiped the wine and tears from his face, "You've been out for too long, go home now. Mom and Dad and my sister-in-law will be worried."

“No, I am not going back!

I told the old man when I came out today, I would never go back to the Chante family again!"