Desperate Lovers

Chapter 30 James Left Her Alone

"Why didn't you say anything?

How can you suddenly appears from nowhere and scare me to death?"

Nova laughed awkwardly, pulling away Janet, who was blushing on the side.

It was only after they left that Angela dragged her leaden legs to the vanity unit.

She washed her face and looked up the mirror before realizing her eyes were red.

She shuddered and took in a deep breath, biting her lip to push down the choke in her throat and bent

down to wash the tears from her face.

Angela adjusted herself and returned to the ballroom, only to find that the party was over.

She went out of the hotel to look for the car and couldn't find the Bentley...James left her behind.

"Mr. Chante, it's settled then. I’ll ask my secretary to send you the contract tomorrow."

“Sure!

I want to work with you for a long time, and I finally get the chance."

Hearing the familiar voice, Angela turned toward the entrance.

She wanted to go forward, but she was hesitant, looking at her father Lorenzo Chante in a daze.

The smile on Lorenzo’s smile disappered instantly when he saw her. He frowned at her and avert his

gaze.

“Dad!"

Angela clutched her hands and plucked up the courage to walk over, "James isn't here, you don't have

to...... avoid me."

"Mr. Flank, I have something else to do, see you next time."

Lorenzo interrupted her, pulling open the door and got into the car and left.

Angela stood still as the car disappeared from her view, dazed and chilling to the bone.

People come and go in a scene of feasting and pleasure-seeking. Not far away, someone is laughing,

and the city was lively at night. But it had nothing to do with her.

The cold wind was blowing and the tears on her face were dry and wet.

"Nobody needs me..."

Angela murmured, licking her dry lips and walked straight towards the traffic.

Her beloved ones didn't need her anymore, so why would she live and endure all the pains?

It's better to be dead, so she didn't have to work so hard and besneered by others.

Angela watched the cars approaching from a short distance, her eyes closed and hands opened, and

forced a smile on her lips.

She had never been so close to death, and yet she was not afraid at all, only yearning.

BANG!

Just as the closest car to Angela was about to hit her, a white Ferrari rushed over and slammed into the

black car.

The two cars didn't stop immediately after crashing into each other, but spun and crashed into the side

of the green belt.

Splash…

Splash…

The traffic on this road was a mess, accompanied by the sound of brakes in rapid succession.

Angela opened her eyes, the flickering headlights blinded her.

She stood in stunned silence at the center of the crash, vaguely seeing a man staggering out of the

Ferrari and running towards her in panic.

It was only when the driver approached that she saw her brother covered in blood.

"Angela, are you okay?"

Greyson pressed her shoulder and scanned her up and down worriedly, "You..."

“Why not find a better place if you want to commit suicide?"

The driver from black car got out of the car, covering his bleeding head and angrily interrupted him,

“Fuck you! Do you know how to drive?

I never thought someone can come from the opposite lane. How did you get your driving license?"

"Don't fucking chirp. Tell me how much do you want, I'll pay you!

Is a hundred thousand dollars enough?"

Greyson swished and signed a check, tossing it impatiently to the driver of the black sedan.

The man held the check in his hand. His face turned red because of anger, "This is not a matter of

money! I just suffer from minor injury this time, what if I get killed?

Will your stink money buy my life back?"

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. My brother was worried about me. I'm really sorry."

Angela bowed and apologized to the driver. She was barely recovered from the shock.

If something happened to her brother, while she was safe and sound...

She licked her dry lips, her heart was clutched by an invisible hand. She couldn't breathe.

"Why did you apologize to him?"

Greyson frowned and signed another check and tossed it to the man, “Is it enough for you?"

The man looked at the digits on the check and didn't say anything.

Traffic police arrived and, after learning that a private settlement had been reached, he criticized and

fined them. Then the badly damaged white Ferrari and the black sedan were towed away.

Angela worried about the injury on Greyson's head and dragged him to the hospital.

When the doctor said it was a near escape from death, she pursed her lips and couldn't control her

tears.

"Don't listen to the doctors, they just like to exaggerate the illness to charge more!"

Seeing his sister crying, Greyson was so distressed that he gave the doctor a hard stare.

"..."

The doctor didn’t mind his rudeness, "Your wounds are deep and you need to be hospitalized." Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

"No!"

Greyson stood up and pulled Angela out of the hospital despite the doctor's exasperation to stop him.

If he stayed in hospital, his parents must ask what happened and in the end they'would blame it on

Angela!

It was cold at night, so he just took off his jacket and draped it over his sister, "Don't take it off this time,

if you regard me as an outsider again, I'll get really mad!"

"Brother-"

Angela said and stopped, “It is a deep wound, and you'd better be hospitalized."

"Why are you making as much fuss as that quack?

No one can change my mind when I say no!"

Greyson leaned in front of her and sniffed. His face turned pale, “Tell me who asked you to drink?

Do you know what's going on with your body?"

"Just a little, it's okay brother."

Angela's eyes twinkled and she whispered.

"Bullshit!"

With such a strong smell, how could she only drink a little? Greyson asked with a frown.

"Does your stomach hurt?"

Angela's stomach was so sore, and she nodded hesitantly.

"Fuck!"

Greyson cursed, seeing her pale face, and held her up and headed back to the hospital.

She had a serious stomach problem, and after the doctor examined her, he scolded her for not caring

about her health. The doctor prescribed her with a couple of pills and left.

The ward was quiet, neither of them spoke.

A moment later, Angela asked in a mixed mood.

"Brother, why did you just... crash into the black car?"

His brother could have been killed.

“Should I watch you commiting suicide right before my eyes?"

Thinking of that scene just now, Greyson was scared.

Angela lowered her head, with soreness in her heart.

She knew her brother loved her, but she never thought he would put her first in such situation.

"Angela,"

Greyson put his hands on her shoulders and lowered his voice when he thought of her dying with her

eyes closed, “Never do this again, okay? For the sake of me."

Angela lowered her head, her jagged bangs hiding the exhaustion and bitterness in her eyes.

"Just hangon for a little longer, okay?"

"I know I'm useless, and I can't fight James, but I’m learning in the company now.

Trust me, I'll find a way to save you from James!"

"Brother-"

Angela lifted her head. She said in a soft voice "But I'm really tired, I can't bear it anymore."