Desperate Lovers

Chapter 141 Voyeuristic Mr. James

James held the phone tightly, and said indifferently,

"Do you know why?"

"...Yes, I do."

His voice was getting softer and lighter, "His aunt's name is Susan, and she has been a servant in the

Chante family for several years. She has told a lot about you and Miss Angela to Dr. Roland. So his

impression of you is...not good. "

It was not 'not good', but 'very bad'. He just didn't dare to say.

James lifted his eyes and did not comment about it. Instead, he said,

"Give me Auntie Susan's current address and contact information."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

At this time--

BANG! Hearing the sound of the door opening, James subconsciously turned to look at the door of the

ward.

Julia turned her back to James, grabbed the doorknob, half of her body stretching out of the door, and

said goodbye to Angela, "I will see you again tomorrow. If Mr. James comes to you, you have to treat

him as a cabbage, and don't be angry at him. The doctor said you can't get emotional, is that clear? "

James looked at Angela on the hospital bed through the crack in the door. Two years ago, her cheeks

had childish roundness. Now, she looked less childish with a kind of indescribable charm. Her cheeks

had sunken in, and her features were very prominent and beautiful.

But... it made him feel tight in his chest.

Was he distressed? Distressed because he was in love?

Angela noticed him. With her brows frowned, she just glanced at him, and then her eyes moved away

with a panic, as if she saw something she shouldn't be looking at.

James clearly saw her reaction. There was more pain and itching in his stuffy chest, as if tiny needles

were piercing his heart again and again.

Not fatal, but hard to bear.

He didn't know if it was the "like" Sean mentioned. Because he had never been in love before, he didn't

know what it means to "like” someone. He only knew that when Angela was by his side every day

before she turned 18, he had never had such an uncomfortable experience.

Without hearing Angela's reply for a long time, Julia curled her lips, "Angela, did you hear what I said?

What if Mr. James..."

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Angela interrupted Julia's words, her gaze falling on James behind her. Her indifferent voice vaguely

tinged with a bit of mockery.

“!”

Julia's pupils shrank abruptly, twitching underneath the corner of her left eye a few times, and followed

Angela's gaze stiffly. The color on her face alternated between colorful, blue, white and red.

She swallowed and said sardonically,

"Mr...Mr. James, you haven't left yet? What... what a coincidence!"

At the end, she giggled and had no idea where to put her hands.

Luckily, she had just said 'treat Mr. James as a cabbage' and not 'Just as Mr. James is farting' ... But

the situation didn't seem to be any better now.

"Recently." James looked at Angela and said.

Angela frowned, avoiding his gaze.

Julia stood awkwardly between them, feeling uncomfortable anywhere, from her head, arms, legs,

buttocks to back. She glanced at James secretly, as if she was being roasted in an oven.

"Julia." Angela looked at Julia's pale face and shouted.

Julia turned to look at her, crying without tears, "What's wrong?"

"I have something to talk to Mr. James alone, so please go back first."

Angela said as she licked her dry lips.

Listening to this, Julia quickly rejoiced if she was pardoned.

"I'll leave first then!"

She turned to James but did not dare to look at him, lowered her head and spoke very quickly, "See

you later, Mr. James!"

Then she left quickly.

Angela looked through the crack of the door and saw that James was the only one left. She lowered

her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Seeing this, James frowned invisibly and loosened his shirt button, but the annoying feeling of

depression at his chest did not diminish.

Angela would be ecstatic if they had the chance to be alone before, but now she avoided him, as if he

was a viper.

One sat in the ward, the other stood outside the ward, with the door between them slightly open. James

looked straight at the woman, bur the woman looked straight at the floor. Neither of them spoke, so the

atmosphere was slightly depressing and weird.

At that moment, Julia, who had just left, came back out of breath.

"Whoops ...... I almost forgot Angela said she wanted to go to the bathroom."

Under James' gaze, she smirked and walked into the ward in embarrassment.

Angela's eyes flashed, "I can go to the bathroom by myself, so you don't have to come back."

Julia with his back to James always felt uncomfortable. She twisted her body uncomfortably, "I can go

outside and wait if you have a private conversation with Mr. James."

She was still worried about Angela who was just recovering from a serious illness, because Angela's

emotions should not be agitated.

"... Thanks."

Looking at her, Angela lowered her head and said a few moments later, then covered her mouth and

coughed a few times.

Seeing the cold sweat on her forehead, Julia asked quickly,

"Angela, are you OK?"

James's back was straightened immediately. He subconsciously took a step forward, but soon frowned

and backed away.

“I am O..”

Before ‘K’ came out, Angela, who was pale and sweating, covered her mouth and coughed again.

James ran into the ward with eyes wide open. As he ran too fast, he hit a chair and almost fell over.

But he ignored it, ran straight to the bed and pressed the emergency button, her face pale and hand

trembling.

Ten minutes later, Angela entered the operating room again.

James and Julia stood outside the operating room, and neither of them said anything, so the

atmosphere was intense.

"Mr. James." Julia hesitated and spoke stiffly, "Could you..."

She swallowed and wiped the cold sweat off her head before continuing.

"Could you please...stop coming...to the hospital....these days?"

In just one sentence, she stuttered several times.

James moved his eyes from the door of the operating room to Julia.

Julia held her hands together, her back was wet with cold sweat, and her body couldn't stop shaking.

This was a society under the rule of law, but the fact he broke Angela's leg abruptly made her

particularly afraid of him.

"I'll leave when she's out." James looked at the operating door again.

Julia intended to say, ‘what if Angela sees you and becomes emotional again? Please go now’, but she

sneaked a glimpse of his face and didn’t dare to say anything.

In fact, as a bystander, she really couldn’t understand them.

If Mr. James loved Angela, why did he break her leg and hurt her in so many ways?

If Mr. James had never loved Angela, but when she entered the emergency room, why was he

particularly worried, desperate and anxious?

Julia really didn't understand the thoughts of these rich people, either Mr. James, or Angela.