Desperate Lovers

Chapter 3 Beggars Can’t Be Choosers

Angela clenched her numb fingers, and encouraged herself to look up, “It was my fault back then, but I

got what I deserved as well.

Could you kindly let me off and forget about our meeting today, Mr. Harvey?”

James raised eyebrow and curved up his lips, as if he just heard a joke, “What?

Do you think we can totally wipe out the past, just because you’ve spent two years in jail?

Jessica will never recover from her leg injury. And do you think that is enough punishment for you?”

She stunned.

The leg under her skirt ached. After all, this was all because of Jessica.

He only knew about Jessica's crippled leg, while her leg also had a sequelae by his swinging club since

then.

Frankly, her debts had already been paid off long ago. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

But she didn't dare to say anything. A man like James would be the last person she wanted to provoke.

“So what do you want,

Mr. Harvey?

I already got the punishment I deserved.”

The blizzard got worse. James didn't say anything, tipping his umbrella.

Lee came over, after standing aside for a long time.

“Sir?”

James sized Angela up with a chill in his dark eyes.

Maybe he got reminded by Jessica’s pain in rehabilitation, he raised his eyebrow viciously,

“Angela, that is the punishment you deserve according to laws, but mine has not come yet.”

He turned to Lee, “Dress her up and send her to the Dream Club.”

Angela turned pale upon hearing that.

The Dream Club was a luxious club in City B where the rich squandered their money at.

By doing this, James decided to wear away all her dignity.

He also tried to remind her of being a guest of honor there. But after two years, she was a disgusting

attempted murderer that everyone despised

Angela felt extremely depressed. She asked in a low voice nastily, “You really want to leave me with no

choice, James?”

James laughed sarcastically. He didn’t expect being questioned by her.

"Angela, for two years, you really haven't made any progress.

Do you understand that beggars can’t be the choosers?”

Angela kept her head down. She bit her lip tightly and didn’t respond.

She knew the feeling all too well.

All her arrogance and haughtiness got polished thoroughly in prison.

Her passive look made James more irritable. He turned back to the car with knitted brows, “Tell

Gabriela to take care of Miss.Angela by herself. Don’t let me down.”

Then his black Bentley disappeared in the boundless snowstorm.

Lee hesitated for a moment. Then he moved towards Angela and lifted her up.

The pompous look of this rich lady was still clearly in mind. Now she seemed to be very pathetic.

Suddenly, Angela came up with something and trembled,

“How is Jessica now?”

Lee dazed a little, and responded obliquely, “A dancer lost her leg. What would you expect?”

Angela came with a bitter smile.

Fair enough!

James wouldn’t stop haunting her as long as Jessica hadn’t recovered.

Angela stayed in the Dream Club for half a month. James never showed up again.

Sometimes, the encounter that night seemed to be a dream for her.

While she did stand in the lobby of the Dream Club.

“Hello, welcome to the Dream Club.”

Angela couldn’t remember how many times she bowed today.

She managed to pound her numb leg, after the guest went inside the club.

Her colleague, Julia stood aside, and looked at her sympathetically, “The manager is really strange.

Everyone can get a shift off, but you can’t.

I bet she does this on purpose. She tries to embarrass you for your pretty look.”

Angela shook her head grimly, “But I can't resign.”