Desperate Lovers

Chapter 14 Angela's Life Matters!

"James, I didn't mean to hurt Jessica at all, why don't you believe me?

For two years I lived worse than dying every single day. Two years later, you've ruined my hope.

Jessica's life matters, but what about my life?"

It was the first time she'd cried after her release from the prison, but she didn't bawl, tears just kept

welling up and falling.

James frowned and looked at her.

Two years ago, Angela cried and explained to him, and he was calm; but two years later, he was

irritated by her cry.

Such emotional changes made him biting his lips. He looked at her crying red eyes and frowned,

"Angela, don't think about killing yourself.

Even if you die, you'll still go to hell instead of heaven."

"But without you and Jessica in the hell, that will be heaven for me. This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

And it's hell on earth right now because of you!"

At that moment, “DING”

the elevator door opened.

"Okay, good."

James laughed furiously, clutching her arm and dragging her out of the elevator.

The head of the cleaning department standing at the elevator door was first pleased to see James, but

when he saw Angela, his face became pale. He asked,

"What's going on, James?

Did she annoy you?"

“Get out!”

The head of the cleaning department was so shocked by that look that he was scared to come forward.

Angela's legs were extremely painful and her stomach was aching.

He had long legs and big strides, and she was nearly dragged by him along the way until they went into

a room.

Then she was thrown onto the ground.

But the next second, she was choked by him, just like two years ago.

James's gorgeous face was an inch away from hers, their breaths entwined.

"Angela."

He said slowly and coldly.

Angela's body shuddered involuntarily.

"I'm your hell?

Will you!”

Angela looked pitiful not only because her face was red for a lack of breathing, but also because there

were still tears on her face.

She diden't struggle, even wishing James would just strangle her.

But James wouldn’t do what she wanted, neither letting go of his hand nor giving it full strength.

The skin beneath his hands was warm, and he could even feel the pulsing pulse.

Looking into her desperate eyes, he suddenly lowered his head and bit her lip hard.

Angela's pupils were slightly dilated, only to feel a pain between her lips, and there were blood on their

lips.

Those lips were obviously dry, but they were like poppies, which made James addicted.

He mumbled.

"Angela, since I'm your hell, just remember that you can never escape."

Two years ago, she dressed up beautifully and appeared in front of him, and he wouldn't even look at

her.

She was in the dirtiest uniform, but he was kissing her.

She tried to push him away, but didn't have the strength.

With a shiver, Angela gritted her teeth.

"James, don't do this to me, please..."

The woman beneath him was motionless.

James's hand choked her neck and he looked down at her. Her appearance was vivid, but her

expression was lifeless.

He sobered abruptly and released her.

He looked at her bare shoulders, and found two old scars on her white delicate skin, which was an real

eyesore.

With a chill in his eyes, he dropped his jacket on her, and said coldly,

“Get out of here!”

Angela took that jacket and bit her lip, sitting up slowly.

And then there was a knock on the door.

A half-familiar half-strange voice sounded at the door.

"James?

Are you in the room?"

Even as she turned to ash, Angela could recognize the voice.

She looked up at James. His expression was normal and was about to open the door.

She was stunned, reaching out and tugging at his pant leg.

"I don't want to see her..."

James frowned and noticed her face was pale. He thought she was afraid, and was about to say

something, but the door was opened straight.