Desperate Lovers

Chapter 125 If you can't let her go

Hearing this, Raya stopped and ran to the two men, stretching her neck to look at James's pant legs.

If she hadn't been so scared of him in her heart, she would have lift his pant for a look.

But Angela didn't even stop for a moment. She walked towards where the car was parked by herself,

indifferent to what was happening behind her.

James looked at Angela's back, frowned slightly, and said.

"It's OK."

Sean followed his line of sight and raised his eyebrows. He caught up with Angela and stopped her,

"Miss Angela, I have to take Raya home and then go to the office to take care of some business matter,

so I really don't have time to take James to the hospital.

How about you accompanying him to the hospital?"

"I just heard James said he is okay." Angela said faintly.

Sean crossed over to her and looked at James, coughing slightly, "James, your wound is bleeding

again. You'd better go to the hospital immediately to prevent it getting worse, don't you think so?"

James paused, and swept a glance at Angela, who was not far away, "OK." Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Sorry, I have to get up early for my work tomorrow, and I don't have time either, bye."

When Angela finished, she didn't give Sean a chance to say anything and stepped into a taxi.

After she closed the car door, Raya flew around to the other side and got into the car, then she lowered

the window and cheerfully said to Sean, "Master, you're so busy, so I'll just take a taxi with Angela!"

Then, in a small and timid voice, she said to James, "See you later, Mr. James."

James did not make a sound, his gaze obscured as he looked at Angela’s side face in the car. He

pursed his lips tightly, and something vaguely was tumbling at the bottom of his eyes.

Angela was sitting in the car, and even when she felt his sight, she didn't turn her head to look at him,

or say anything to him.

"Miss Raya, where are you going?" She turned her head to look at Raya beside her, and asked.

Raya said in a hurry, "City Hall, I'm getting off at that bus stop at City Hall ......!"

"Excuse me, please go to the city hall first, then to the Dream Club."

Angela sidled over to Raya and raised the window on beside her.

The driver quickly started the car and disappeared at the first intersection.

Only after the taxi disappeared from sight did James withdraw his gaze, his right hand hanging on the

side of his suit pants, his index finger subconsciously snapping against his body.

Sean stretched his arms, pushed his glasses and asked him, “Are we still going to the hospital?"

James walked towards the car, and Sean was left behind alone, "A little blood is no big deal."

“Since you said so, don’t blame me for not being kind to you."

Sean took a few steps to catch up with him and put his hand on his shoulder, "James, let’s continue our

previous conversation. As a lawyer, I have the purest spirit of searching for the truth."

The two had talked earlier about the reason for James and Angela's breaking up, but it turned out that

before he could hear the answer, Raya rushed in.

James walked over to the Mercedes, frowned, and told him, "Open the door."

Sean took the car keys and opened the door and got into the driver's seat, while James went around to

the other side and sat in the passenger seat.

"James, what the hell happened to you two years ago with Angela?

If you don't talk to me, I will be scratching my head all day thinking about it."

Instead of rushing to drive, Sean inclined his head and asked.

James's handsome face was slightly sunken with the colorful lights from outside pouring in. The interior

light of the car was off, and it was impossible for Sean to see his expression clearly.

Due to their friendship for so many years, Sean did not to ask more questions. He pushed his glasses

and said in a serious tone.

"If you still can't let her go, then forgive her for the mistakes she made before. It is no good to torture

yourself."

“I don’t." James frowned and answered without hesitation.

Sean laughed and leaned in suddenly, unbuttoned James’ shirts and pulled out the jade pendant he

was wearing around his neck, "Then how do you explain this?

I remember that bastard Greyson paid a fortune to get his sister an identical one."

"It just happens to be exactly the same."

James's eyes flashed, and even he couldn't tell why he was lying about such a trivial matter.

Sean grunted, "Liar the hell out! The first time I saw Angela, she still had it around her neck, and now it

is gone. It just so happens that you have one exactly like it? What kind of coincidence is that?"

James's brow furrowed, and he didn't make a sound as he tightened his lips.

"No more words, right? You're simply ......"

Sean found a rare opportunity to taunt James and was about to make a big speech when someone

suddenly knocked on the side window.

He could only let James go for now and straightened up to lower the car window.

The knockers on the car window were from traffic police.

Sean pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and assumed the posture expected of a famous lawyer, “What’s

up?" The two traffic police looked at each other with some weird faces.

Then the older one cleared his throat and said.

"This is a public place, and what you're doing in the car is visible to anyone passing by."

After he finished, he gave a veiled glance at James, whose shirt was slightly open, and shook his head.

Sean looked confused.

"If you two are really in a hurry, you can go to a hotel nearby; if you're looking for excitement, you can

go out into the wild. Please behave yourselves in the public area."

The older police added, and then left with the other.

The young traffic police's voice carried along the wind, "No wonder my sister is always lamenting that

all the good looking men are gay......"

What the hell was going on?

James silently moved away from him.

Sean stiffened his face and said, "I'm not sexually interested in you."

He started the car and didn't continue the topic anymore, "If you still can't let go of Angela, you should

think about things more or less in the future. If you keep on offending her like this, you'll regret it sooner

or later!"

James took off the jade pendant, holding it in his hand and playing with it, the light and shadows were

cast on his face, and Sean could vaguely see the fleeting tangle under his eyes.

Sean dropped him off at James’ house and left, urging him to go to the hospital if his leg hurt badly.

Inside the hall, Denise sat on the sofa. As a woman who had always been elegant and careful about

her image, her eyes were slightly red at this time, and her face was tinged with a bit of despondency.

"Had a fight with my Dad?" James asked as he gave her a look.

Denise smiled, "It's not really a quarrel, and it’s just ......"

Her voice choked, and before she could finish her sentence, tears welled up in the corners of her eyes,

and she covered her mouth somewhat woefully.

“Help yourself."

James pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her, as he sat down on the couch opposite her.

Denise wiped her tears, and after spending three or four minutes adjusting her emotions, she said.

“It's just that your Aunt Adeline felt aggravated here and called your father, and then your father called

me ...... and told me that if Adeline called him complaining it one more time, he would divorce

me."