Desperate Lovers

Chapter 126 How Can I Betray You?

James lowered his eyes, huge waves surging in his pupils.

"Your father says you have come of age and hopes you can marry Jessica as soon as possible."

Except the slight redness around her eyes, Denise looked the same as usual.

James lifted his eyes to look at her, his voice was cold, ''I'll make my own decision; it's none of his

business. If he calls to push you again, you just tell him to call me directly."

He paused and sneered. "As for the divorce, do you think he can make his own decision?"

Denise laughed, "Well, definitely he could. It just depends on whether he can give up his inheritance in

the Harvey family."

The Harvey family had been running business for generations, while the Brown family was a military

and political power. Hence, it was impossible to say who was taking advantage in their marriage, but

each of them had gained their own benefits. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

If her husband were to divorce her, it would hurt the dignity of the Harvey family and would harm its

business interest. By that time, the first one to oppose it would be James’ grandfather.

Pissing off his grandfather with an intention to inherit the Harvey family's assets was like daydreaming.

"If he didn’t want the money, he wouldn't have spent so much time with you."

James's look was filled with mockery.

A glint of despondency flashed under Denise's eyes and she smiled.

"Okay, enough about that."

The curve of her mouth narrowed and she said seriously.

"I heard you left Angela naked last night?"

"I'm tired." James frowned, got up, and was going upstairs.

Denise stood up and followed, looking at his back and said.

"James, I don't know what's going on between you and Angela, but if you have done such a thing to

Angela, all her dignity is gone, will you regret it in the future?"

"I won’t regret for someone who betrayed me." James turned around and said word by word.

Denise froze for a long time before continuing.

"How could Angela betray you? She loves you so much."

"Dad likes Auntie Adeline so much, how come he married you and had relationships with some other

women?"

James's dark eyes were welled up with intense emotion. He looked no different from other days, but

the veins on his neck popped up and looked slightly hideous.

Silence.

As James turned to leave, Denise stopped him, "James, in order not to cause unecessary

misunderstandings and regret, you’d better ask her what's going on in person."

"It's late, have a good rest."

James headed upstairs, leaving her with only a forlorn back.

The taxi stopped in front of the city hall bus stop and Raya jumped out of the car, "I'm leaving, bye!"

"Bye-bye."

Angela responded in a slight voice, inclining her head to look out of the window.

At the entrance of the City Hall stood a dignified middle-aged man, and Raya ran towards him joyfully,

intimately wrapped his arms and said something to him, then both of them walked into the door.

Everyone could tell they were in a good relationship.

A flash of envy passed through Angela’s eyes. She used to have a good relationship with her father,

but ... she smiled to herself and said to the driver.

"Come on, let's go."

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of the Dream Club, and Angela paid and got out of the taxi.

A man and a woman were pulling and arguing about something at the north entrance.

This kind of thing was common, and Angela wasn't about to ignore it, heading straight for the Dream

Club.

Just as she approached the two quarreling, she suddenly heard the man saying, "Julia, I am truly sorry.

I have already broken up with her!

Come back to me, okay?"

Angela stopped and looked at them, not sure the Julia he mentioned was her roommate.

“Whether you broke up with her or not, it has nothing to do with me! Frank, we’re done. Just let me off!"

It was Julia's voice.

The light was dim, but she could see clearly that Frank was holding Julia and wouldn't let her go.

Angela pursed her lips and walked towards them, "Julia."

Upon hearing her voice, Frank, who was holding Julia tightly, immediately let go and pulled away from

Julia.

Angela could barely make out the man when she got closer.

The man wore designer clothes and had a handsome face, but he blushed, maybe out of

embarrassment or some other reasons.

Julia glanced at her ex-boyfriend who kept a distance from her, her face with delicate makeup was

depressed.

“You're back."

"Hmm."

Glancing over the shy man, Angela asked her, "Do you need any help?"

Not waiting for Julia to answer, Frank was a little anxious, "Julia, I thought I would be happy after the

breakup, but I was thinking about you every second when it really happens. Julia, give me another

chance, can we find another place to talk about it?"

Julia looked down and played with her fingers without making any sound.

“After the talk, if you don’t want to be with me anymore, I will leave you alone."

Frank stepped forward and gently took her hand, "Julia, give me a chance, Okay?"

Julia bit her lip, and then she turned around and said to Angela under Frank's begging gaze.

"I've been out for a while, Angela, would you ask George for a leave for me?"

Angela agreed her and told her to take care before entering the Dream club.

It was after 8 p.m., and the Dream Club was already full of people. When the colleagues saw Angela,

they greeted her immediately.

Angela looked at their scornful and somewhat fawning faces, feeling amused and pathetic.

She nodded perfunctorily at them and made her way to the supervisor's office.

Before her getting inside, she knocked on the door and waited for the man inside to respond.

The floor in the office was clean, but there were some messy folds on the couch and a sweet, choking

smell in the air, so it wasn't hard to guess what just happened here.

The new supervisor was an ordinary middle-aged man, and he sat on the chair with a pair of black-

rimmed glasses,

When Angela was looking at him silently, he was also looking through her, thinking in his heart that

although this girl was good looking, she was too boring by not saying anything nice to him.

A flash of bemusement crossed George's eyes, but he faked a smile and asked.

"What's wrong? Do you have anything to report?"

"Julia has some personal affairs to deal with, so she wants to ask for a leave."

The smell in the office was so disgusting that Angela tried desperately to resist the urge to cringe.

"Well." George asked, "Why doesn't she come to ask me by herself?

Did she cause any trouble and don’t dare to come to me?"

Angela said lightly.

"No, it’s just personal affair, and she doesn’t have enough time, so she sends me here."

"Oh..." George lengthened his tone, "And what's your name?"

Angela said succinctly.

"Angela."

George froze and looked at her several times.

Angela waited for a long time for him to answer, "George?"