Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 102

With a great crash，

nearly a dozen goblets were shattered to the floor by James, red wine covered the floor, and the rich aroma of wine spreading through the private chamber.

As the goblets cracked, Angela's heart thudded along with them, her body subconsciously curling up. James picked up a shard and stabbed it into his thigh.

Within moments, blood soaked through his suit.

However, there was no change in James’s expression, except that his face was a little pale, and he didn’t even utter a muffled grunt.

Angela clutched her body tightly, unable to stop shaking from fears. And the cold sweat on her head couldn't stop pouring out.

James was not only ruthless to others, but also to himself. He didn’t want to be controlled by the drug, and he stabbed his own thigh. She had no idea what he would do to her and her brother this time.

Clip-clop.

Clip-clop.

The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer.

Angela watched James approaching her step by step with a deadly face. Angela’s face was bloodless, and she desperately wanted to escape from him.

But her limbs were so limp that she couldn't move at all.

Scaring.

Really scaring.

She didn't know if the fragment in James's hand would lodge in her right leg in the next second, completely ruining her leg.

Ka-da!

As the debris collided with the ground, Angela's heart missed a beat, then jumped wildly the next moment, as if it was about to leap out of her chest.

She wanted to beg for mercy, but she still remembered the scene when he mercilessly broke her leg two years ago. She was unable to say any word, as if her throat was crawled with worms.

James picked her up and threw her directly outside the private chamber with looking at her. Then he closed the door violently.

It was about 4 p.m, and the Dream Club was about to have its rush hours. There were no customers in the hallway but a cleaner was cleaning and two female receptionists were heading this way with talking and laughing.

They were stunned for a moment when they saw Angela, and stopped to stared at her blankly.

One of them took out his cell phone, but snapped it away again, not daring to take pictures or record videos. Perhaps she was wary of Angela’s notorious reputation as a murderer.

Angela’s hands were around the chest, and her straight and slender legs tightly clamped. She lowered her head to cover her pale face with her hair. Her limbs and heart were cold, as if her blood had stopped flowing.

She licked her dry lips and tried to push the door of the private chamber with her weak hand. However, the door had been locked from inside by James. Therefore, she couldn't open it at all.

Her brother wasn't here, so she could only return to her dorm naked.

Angela took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and took a difficult step forward as she met the gaze of others, with amusement and sympathy mixed with incomprehension.

DING!

The elevator sound startled her.

Angela stopped. Her face blanched, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

How could she walk around the club naked and be laughed at by others?

"Stop, don't move."

The elevator door opened, and Gabriela stepped out with a dress on her arm.

The corners of her peach blossom eyes raised slightly. Then, she walked over to Angela and help her dress up neatly.

No underwear was not pleasant, but it was much better than being completely naked.

Angela's mind was a mess. She had no time to figure out why Gabriela had a dress in her hand. She whispered a “thank you” to Gabriela, and her face burned for a moment, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Why do you bother to say “thank you” to her? James and the people around him are eveil!"

As soon as Greyson came out of the restroom, he heard the coversation between Angela and Gabriela. He walked over with a black face.

Looking at Angela standing on the ground barefoot, he twisted his eyebrows and picked her up by the waist.

He would like to ask something. But with Gabriela standing right next to him, it was really inconvenient.