Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 150

Danis was dumbfounded. He was angry at her words, but he didn’t know how to refute them.

Seeing Angela leaving, he quickly took a few steps forward to stop her... ever since two years ago, he always felt that she was getting increasingly distant, and that made him worried.

"Anything else, Mr. Smith?"

Angela raised her head to look at him, and under the incandescent light, the impatience and disgust between her eyebrows were clearly reflected in Danis’ eyes.

His heart ached abruptly and he was slightly stunned. He tried to open his mouth several times and finally he said in a very soft voice,

"If you’re right, I'll be on your side."

“Well.”

Angela sneered again.

"And may I ask you, when do you think your sister was wrong?"

Danis’ Adam apple rolled down and his eyes shimmer. Then he answered, ''Jessica has always been a very considerate and intelligent person, She always put herself in other people’s shoes.

Even after you deliberately hit her with your car two years ago, she didn't sue you because she was afraid that if she did, you'd spend the rest of your life in jail..."

Angela looked straight at him. The sneer in the bottom of her eyes was intensifying, but she didn't want to say a word.

It didn't make sense to talk to someone like Danis at all, and if she said more, it would just be a waste of time and energy.

At this time, there were footsteps approaching, and a warm male voice called Angela from behind, "Mr. Smith has said too much, I’d like to cut it short into one sentence,

You don't think your sister could do anything wrong, do you?"

Angela frowned slightly and turned to look at the man.

He was dressed in a tidy suit with a white lab coat. He looked handsome and cheerful. As he smiled, he had two deep dimples in his cheeks.

The night was dark and the light was dim. The man standing in front of her was as shining as sunshine.

"Roland?"

Danis asked and skimmed the man. Then he frowned.

Roland smiled with his eyebrows arched. Then he replied, "I haven't met you for seven years, I didn't expect Mr. Smith to recognize me at a glance."

The two were in the same class from kindergarten to junior high school, but Roland applied for an exchange program in the United States in his senior year, and he had never returned until now.

"This is really not a good place for our reunion."

Danis grinned a smile, but there wasn't a slightest joy in his eyes. He said, "I have some personal matters to discuss with my girlfriend, so please excuse us."

Hearing this, Angela's eyes turned darker. And as she was about to open her mouth, Roland asked first, "Girlfriend?"

Without waiting for Danis to respond, Roland gave a light laugh, "Danis, are you kidding?

My aunt always told me that you used to be stucked to Angela like a bubble gum, but ever since Jessica's incident two years ago, you and Angela have become enemies."

Danis’ expression changed and his fists clenched slightly.

Roland paused for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly, "How come I don't know that she has become your girlfriend?"

Angela frowned as she heard the stranger mentioned her name so many times, but she didn’t say anything.

"What was between me and Angela is none of your business."

Danis’ fists clenched to tightly, and his face was so grim.

"I don't like what you're saying."

Roland reached out and pulled Angela into his arms. Then he laughed,

"My aunt… maybe you're more familiar with Aunt Susan.

She said she was going to introduce me to Angela as her boyfriend when I got back, so as her future boyfriend, what happens between you and her is surely my concern."

At first, Angela wanted to push away this man who had inexplicably put his arm around her, but when she heard him mentioning Aunt Susan, she stopped her outstretched hand and put it back.

“Let's go, just ignore him."

She took Roland's forearm and walked towards the inpatient building.

Danis wanted to chase, but Angela patience had been pushed to its limit. She took the phone and waved it in front of Danis’ eyes. Then she said in a cold voice,