Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 155

After noticing Auntie Susan's slightly bizarre gaze, James withdrew his gaze as if nothing had happened and looked out the window with a calm demeanor, as if that weird person from a second ago was not him.

"...um.”

Angela hesitated before agreeing, "I know what’s right to do."

Auntie Susan still did not think she was very reliable, so she was not quite relieved.

However, her sister-in-law, Roland's mother, had already been bombarding her with more than twenty consecutive messages in five minutes, so she could only rush over with Roland to pick her up.

The moment the door shut was the moment the ward immediately fell silent.

The atmosphere was slightly weird as Angela was sitting on the hospital bed, looking down at the ground silently, and James was looking at her silently too.

"Want more soup?"

After ten minutes or so, James walked over to the table and broke the silence.

Still with her head down, Angela said detachedly,

"No, thanks, Mr. James."

The ward got silent again.

"If Mr. James doesn't have anything else to do here, please leave. I want to take a nap for a while."

Angela clutched the sheets, glanced up at him, then quickly lowered her head again.

James walked over to her bed and lifted her chin up with his long fingers, "You seem to love that excuse."

“You misunderstood me. It’s not an excuse."

Angela stood up and stepped back a few steps to stay away from James, but she still was keeping her head down, “Sick people are more likely to feel tired and sleepy easily, Mr. James."

Still feeling that slippery texture of her chin on his fingertips, James naturally pursed his fingers, then took a few steps forward to shorten the distance between them, and into her personal zone.

"What else is wrong with you besides the pulmonary edema and your leg?"

He bent slightly, his eyes on the scar on the side of her eyebrow, and felt a pain at his heart, as if there were pins sticking on it.

Maybe ...... he was really so into her? Just like what Jessica, Sean and his mother said?

They were so close to each other that when Angela lifted her eyelids, her eyelashes would scrap his face, and she could feel the hot air he exhaled on her face.

“Whether I have other disease of not, it's none of Mr. James’s business."

Angela stepped back once again to keep a distance from him till she hit the wall and leaned against it.

She looked at him and this time, she was going to kick him right out directly, "I'm going to rest, Mr. James should go back."

"Angela."

James's eyes deepened as he took a few steps forward, braced his right hand on her side and called out to her with a slightly colder tone.

Angela licked her dry lips. The cold wall behind and his hot body in front made her quite uncomfortable. As she looked up at his indifferent handsome face, her heart skipped a beat.

Even though she did not want to admit it, she was truly afraid of him.

Even though her reasoning told her not to be afraid, her body remembered the pain he gave her.

Her fear for him had become a thing that was engrained in her bones.

Clip-clop.

At that exact moment, the door opened.

"Angela, I've come to see you, are you feeling better?"

Raya hopped in with flowers in hands. Upon seeing the two almost hugging together in the room, she felt surprised and incredulous at first, but soon, her face blushed like a tomato.

James turned his head to look at her, straightened himself up, and then turned his whole body to face her.

Angela, on the other hand, just pursed her lips, then walked to the hospital bed in a few steps and sat down.

"You ...... you ......"

Raya was blushing like a tomato, looking at them with flashing eyes. As her face reddened even more, she gritted her teeth and said to James,

"I'm here to see Angela today, you ...... you go and take a cold shower!"

James did not quite understand what she meant for a moment, so he just frowned without making a sound.