Desperate Lovers

Chapter 122 Trying to Protect Her

Angela was slightly stunned for a moment, looking up at the owner of the hand.

James's hand was shielding her head, but his head hit the seat in front of him, and there was a large, unusually visible red patch on his forehead, as if he had hit it quite hard.

"I'm just holding the seat so I don't get bumped, and I am not trying to protect you. Don't take it personally."

James inclined his head and looked at her, withdrawing his hand. His palm was slightly closed, his fingertips touching and lightly twisting a few times, and he could still vaguely feel the warmth of her body.

In the front row, Raya was pointing at Sean with one hand, and was resting the other hand on her waist, complaining his poor driving skills, while the driver was helplessly pointing at the car in the front and explaining to her.

No one noticed any difference of the two in the back row.

Even if James didn't say this, Angela wouldn't think much about it. She withdrew her gaze, gave a faint “OH” sound and remained silent.

James looked carelessly ahead, but his back was straight.

Hearing her shallow moan at this point, he furrowed his brow slightly and collapsed his back against the backrest. He didn’t know why, but he was very upset.

The front crash wasn't very serious, and the owners quickly negotiated a private deal, and the traffic quickly returned to normal.

Raya at first complained to Sean about how the customers were, but later she lowered her head and started playing mobile games, and stopped talking. There was a total silence inside the car.

The silence made the depressing atmosphere even worse.

Angela pressed her body against the car window, feeling uncomfortable from inside out. A second was like a year.

By the time she was craning her neck, the car had stopped.

She reached her hand to the back of her neck and squeezed, and a food court was ahead of her.

"There are a few good restaurants on this street, spicy crawfish, grilled fish, a Szechuan restaurant, Japanese food and a noodle shop. Which one should we go?"

Sean twisted his head and asked Raya, his eyes full of doting.

watering and her eyes were shining, "Can we eat

twisted his head to ask Angela, "Today is the day to make amends to Miss Angela, so it's Miss Angela's

"Spicy crawfish."

on in the car, and Angela looked down at James's injured leg with her split vision, and in the obscure light, the corners of her lips curled, as she

back row playfully with his eyes, parked the car, and

on, the night market hadn't started yet,

when they entered the shop, they were regretfully informed by the shopkeeper that the private rooms

answered straight away, casually pointing to a table

her lips when she

the middle. Let’s

walked straight toward a table for six

sit anywhere and walked

angry that she stomped her foot, grunted

James told me before that Miss Angela

he ordered, Sean laughed and said, "So

a slight pause, subconsciously glanced at James, then withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and continued reading the menu

remember a little bit about what people around me like to eat. You like

and added somewhat deliberately, "Jessica's tastes

vague glance at Angela. These words were said to

just meant that she was

her lips sarcastically and looked

garlic and

and couldn't stand even

it was Sean who couldn't help but look at Angela a

twelve

and said

if I

door, "What kind of good food can be

It was Cathleen’s voice.

soft voice came, “Do

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