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." C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

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.

Raya's mouth was watering and her eyes were shining, "Can we eat them all?"

Sean flicked on her forehead, and twisted his head to ask Angela, "Today is the day to make amends

to Miss Angela, so it's Miss Angela's choice."

"Spicy crawfish."

There were no lights 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 picked a restaurant that was least

suitable for a patient.

Sean swept the two in the back row playfully with his eyes, parked the car, and led them towards that

restaurant.

The lights were just on, the night market hadn't started yet, and the food court wasn't too crowded.

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

rooms were fully occupied and that they could eat in the lobby if they didn't want to wait.

Raya could not wait and answered straight away, casually pointing to a table of four in the middle of the

hall, “Let’s just sit over there!"

Angela, who was used to eating in a room or a corner, pursed her lips when she saw the spot she

pointed to, but didn't say anything.

"It is uncomfortable to eat in the middle. Let’s take that seat in the southeast corner."

James glanced at her and walked straight toward a table for six in the corner.

Sean was willing to sit anywhere and walked directly after him.

Raya was so angry that she stomped her foot, grunted twice, and reluctantly followed Angela over and

sat down.

"When James told me before that Miss Angela liked spicy crawfish, I didn't quite believe it."

As he ordered, Sean laughed and said, "So it's true."

Angela gave a slight pause, subconsciously glanced at James, then withdrew her gaze, lowered her

head and continued reading the menu without making a sound.

James pulled his lips, ''It's a habit for me to remember a little bit about what people around me like to

eat. You like French food, my mom prefers a sweet and sour diet ......"

He paused for a moment and added somewhat deliberately, "Jessica's tastes are on the lighter side."

After saying that, he swept a vague glance at Angela. These words were said to Sean, but Angela

knew he wanted her to know as well.

He just meant that she was not special to him.

She tugged her lips sarcastically and looked up to speak to the waitress.

"Twelve scallops with garlic and vermicelli, extra garlic, please."

James didn't like garlic and couldn't stand even the slightest smell of it.

Hearing this, James looked the same as usual, but it was Sean who couldn't help but look at Angela a

few times, his face was weird.

"Angela, can you finish twelve of them?" Raya was stunned.

Angela smiled and said lightly.

"Pack it up if I can't finish them."

Not long after they had placed the order, a rather disgusted female voice came from the door, "What

kind of good food can be made in such a small shop? Is it clean?"

It was Cathleen’s voice.

Immediately afterwards, Jessica’s soft voice came, “Do you like spicy crayfish?

This place enjoys high customer reviews. You can try it first and if you don't like it, we'll eat somewhere

else."

Angela could see the doorway as soon as she looked up.

The two waiters at the door maintained a professional smile, but at this moment, after hearing

Cathleen’s words, the smile on their faces vanished a bit.

Cathleen walked in first, followed by Jessica, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and Dannis, who was

standing behind the wheelchair.

The waiter tried to explain to Cathleen that the food of their restaurant tasted good and had good

hygiene, but the latter reached out a finger and wiped down the nearest table, the disgust on her face

thickening a bit more.

"If you don't like the small shop here, go eat at a bigger one, what's the point of insulting the shop?"

Raya slapped the table and stood up, growling.

“You don’t spend a penny and treat yourselves like a god, can you at least show some respect?"

These words drew their attention directly. Cathleen’s face suddenly changed and she wanted to say

something, but Jessica beat her to it, "Miss Raya misunderstood us. Cathleen is just heavily squeamish

and has no intention of insulting this shop."

Raya kept her face dark and silent.

Danis’ eyes crossed the crowd and landed on Angela with a despondent and complicated expression.

And when he saw James beside her, there was a little more anger and disgust in his eyes.

Completely ignoring his gaze, Angela poured a cup of the sour plum soup and took a sip, not tasting a

bit of sweet and sour, only a bitterness that spread to her soul.

"Cathleen speaks in a straightforward manner and may not be very pleasant to the ear, so I apologize

to both of you for her and hope you will forgive us."

Jessica looked at the two waiters and said sincerely.

She was beautiful and gentle, and had a decent attitude. The two waiters quickly responded that it was

okay, and explained, "The private room is already full, so if you want to eat in the private room, you

have to wait for almost an hour or so. If you're eating in the lobby, you can order now."

Cathleen's face didn't look good, but in the end she didn't say anything else.

Seeing this, Angela snorted secretly. If it wasn't for that car accident two years ago, she was afraid that

she would appreciate Jessica’s kindness toward the two waiters.

"We're friends with those gentlemen and ladies, so we can sit next to them."

Jessica smiled at the two waiters and said in a soft voice.