Desperate Lovers

Chapter 129 Please…please

"Angela! Is it you, Angela?" When Angela’s mind was fuzzy, she suddenly heard someone calling her.

She opened her eyes with all her strength and found Julia anxiously looking at her through the glass

door.

When Julia saw her, she got more anxious and said, ''Angela, what's wrong with you? Don't be afraid, I

will open the door for you!"

"Don't... cough... don't..." Angela wanted to say don’t open the door, but countless phlegm was piling up

in her throat, and as soon as she spoke, she couldn't help but cough and couldn't even say the three

words in full.

Julia was so panicked that her face was pale, she kept telling Angela not to be afraid, and picked up

her phone to call Gabriela, “Gabriela, Angela was locked up on the rooftop, and now she’s dying...

you... can you get the key ... here?"

She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do and tears were streaming down her face.

After getting Gabriela's affirmative answer, Julia hung up the phone, and wandered around

bewilderedly, "Angela, don't be afraid, you'll be fine... There seems to be a fire apparatus around here,

I'll go to look for it... Don't be afraid...take it easy..."

Maybe she was so nervous and scared that she was not talking logically.

Angela was breathing more sharply, and her heart beating quickly and she couldn't say a word but

coughing continuously.

Her face was ashen and the bruise on her lip was a little thicker than before. She knew if she didn't go

to the hospital now, she would definitely die in this place.

However, she wasn't afraid at all, and she even looked forward to it immensely, just like the time when

she opened her arms to crash on the car.

Angela wasn't afraid of hell, nor was she worried about the existence of a heaven. She only prayed that

Julia would find the fire apparatus later and take her to the hospital so that she could leave this world

as she wished.

But in the end, she didn’t get what she wished for…

With a loud crash, The glass door of the rooftop was knocked open.

Julia got the fire extinguisher and without much effort, she broke the glass door.

She ignored the gash on her arm, and after a few more slams on the door with the fire extinguisher,

she hurriedly dropped it and made her way through the shattered door to Angela.

"Angela, I've called 120, just hold on."

Julia wiped the tears running from her eyes, the blood on her hands glued her face, "Just hold on a

little longer, you... you will be fine!"

Suppressing her desire to cough, Angela clutched at Julia's hand and begged.

"If you... Cough... you really treat me as a friend, just... cough... cough..."

She coughed violently for a while, spitting out bloody spit that was quickly washed away by the rain.

Julia's eyes were filled with panic, "Angela ...... Angela, you... you..."

"Just let me...just let me... leave this world." Angela tugging hard at her lip, she hissed, "Please...

cough... please."

She had nothing left for this world, which only brought her sorrow and pain and her only wish was to

leave this world.

Julia's lip was slightly open, and her body couldn't stop trembling under Angela's begging gaze.

Trembling her hands, she wiped the blood off the corner of Angela’s mouth, her eyes were full of pain.

"Please... cough cough!"

Angela clutched her hand, and under her eyes was an intensity of longing Julia had never seen before.

The tears on Julia's face flowed down together with the rain, her long hair clinging to her face where

her makeup had been spent.

She choked as she looked away from the Angela.

"I'll... I'll call 120 and tell them not to... not to come."

A rippling smile spread in Angela’s eyes. The constant coughs made her impossible to say a word and

she just smiled at her, waiting for her death.

Julia listened to her increasingly rapid breath, looked at her paler face and bruised lips, and she Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

couldn't help asking.

"Angela... Angela, is there anything in this world... that wants you to... to live on?"

Angela shook her head with all her strength.

Perhaps her brother and sister-in-law were her motivation to live, but after James's torture and

humiliation, Jessica's betrayal and her parents’ slanders, this motivation was no longer enough to

sustain her.

She wanted to die, that was her only wish at this moment.

James received a call from Gabriela at 2:15 in the morning. The rain weakened, but it was still pouring

down, making his hearts uneasy for no reason.

When James heard that Angela was going to die, all fondness, despise, betrayal, marriage with

Jessica, the clue of the car accidents and trivial things like those were gone, leaving him with a blank

mind.

He stumbled to his feet, shuffling down the stairs in his pajamas and slippers.

"James, I love you so much. How about I become your bride when I grow up?"

"We grew up together, and I heard that children born by parents who grow up together are smarter!"

"James, I've made a deal with your mother, I want to be her daughter-in-law!"

"You promise? I have recorded you promise of engagement, don't regret it! Let's go!"

"So, are you satisfied?"

"You broke one of my legs and put me in jail for two years, we're done, aren't we?"

"Yeah, seduce you and then take a video to threaten you, so I can leave the Dream Club."

Memories flooded through James’ mind. Angela, who was always lively and arrogant, overlapped with

a silent and obedient figure, and finally, the two images changed into one sentence.

She was going to die!

James was frightened. He had never been so panic.

"Young master, what's wrong with you?"

The maid ran out with sleepy eyes, shaking James with her phone screen and rubbing his eyes.

James's ears were buzzing, not even hearing what she was asking, nor was he in the mood to hear

what she was asking.

He dragged his sore limbs and rushed out of the house.

The maid followed him and shouted anxiously, "Young master, where are you going?

Young master, it's raining outside, take your umbrella if you want to go out!"

But James didn't stop. He kept on running in the rain and got onto his car. Soon, his car disappeared in

the rain.

The servant wiped the rain on her face and sighed.

The noise woke up Denise. She went to the front door in her robe and asked the maid standing in the

rain, "What's going on?"

"I'm not sure, the young master seems to have something emergent to deal with and he is out in his

pajamas and slippers, drenched in the rain."

The maid ran to Denise with her hand covering her head and said.

It was a rainny midnight and there was barely a car on the road.

James accelerated to the fastest speed, his trembling hand nearly lost its grip on the steering wheel.

A bolt of lightning streaked through the sky, illuminating his taut, handsome face, and the cold sweat

could be clearly seen on his forehead and nose.

The rain kept pouring on the window, the wipers couldn't even wipe it, and it was hard to see the road

from inside the car.

Despite this, James didn’t slow down at all.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind:

Angela must be fine.