Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 179

James' heart stung for a moment as his pupils reflected Angela's angry face.

Did she also feel painful when she used to stick him all day while he didn't reciprocate her feelings?

"Nothing more to say?"

Angela squeezed every word out of her teeth, "James, do you think I should still love you even after you have tormented me for two years due to a ridiculous misunderstanding?

Yes, I was too stupid to be provoked into hugging a man in erotic lingerie. I’ve done something wrong to mislead you!

And I was willing to be punished accordingly. You could break off your engagement with me, or scold me!

But you didn't hear any explanation and firmly believed that I cheated on you. So you broke my leg, sent me to jail, and humiliated me by forcing me to work at Dream Club ... Don't you think you went too far?!"

When she said the last sentence, she almost growled it out.

The door creaked open and a corner of Julia’s clothes revealed through the crack.

But the crack quickly disappeared because the door was shut from the outside.

Julia was frightened that James would get her into trouble. However, the two inside did not react to this, as if they hadn't heard the sound just now.

James looked at Angela's red and indignant eyes. He was painful as if the tender flesh of his heart was being torn.

He minced his lips and tried to wipe away her tears, but he couldn’t move since his body was under anesthetic.

He moved his lips to speak. Obviously there was a bunch of things he wanted to say. But it seemed that his throat was blocked by something, and not a word could come out.

For the first time in his life, he knew how regret tasted.

The four eyes looked at each other, speechless.

The air in the ward seemed to be compressed and even breathing became a luxury.

"Sometimes I just want to kill you!" Angela's hand was on his neck, tightening a little. "If I get you killed, I'll be relieved!"

The strength in her hand proved that she was definitely not joking.

James' face changed color due to a lack of breathing, and he looked distressed, but his eyes remained deep, dark, without half a fluctuation, as if the person being pinched was not him.

"I can't move right now, so you can try." He looked at her and said faintly.

Angela increased the strength, shouting, "You think I dare not?"

"You even dare to kill yourself. What else are you afraid of?"

James' voice was slightly hoarse due to his neck being choked, but he remained unhurried, "You can do it now."

The way he was so sure that she wouldn't hurt him made Angela's anger and hatred reach its peak, so she rose slightly and increased the strength.

She didn't want to live anyway. If she could kill him and then kill herself, she would really be relieved!

As the strength in Angela's hand increased, James' face gradually turned red, and his breathing began to become ragged.

But he still looked at her calmly, not showing any fear of death.

Perhaps because of the lack of oxygen supply, his dry-skinned lips were half-open and sweat was pouring down from his forehead.

Angela looked into his deep and dark eyes. He was panting heavily, and a steady stream of sweat was sliding down from the cheeks onto his shirt.

After a moment, the strength in her hand stopped, then she loosed her hand and stood aside with a scowl on her face.

"You still have me in your heart."

James coughed and his handsome face carried the faint red color. He didn’t look good but his eyes showed a glimmer of smile.

The words caused a flicker of panic for Angela, but she turned back again to look at him, sneering,

"I won't kill you because I'm afraid I'll be tarnished by your death!"