Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 366

With a myriad of thoughts in her mind, Angela was about to reach the phone when the ring stopped.

Angela shot a glance at the bathroom. His figure was reflected on the frosted glass. It seemed that it would take a while before he came out.

There should be enough time for her to check his phone if she wanted to.

In spite of his caution, perhaps the chat history between the netter resulting in her mom's death indirectly remained in his phone.

If not, if not, she could barely convince herself that her mom's suicide was not related to him.

Angela licked her lips and bent to get the phone.

Within an inch of touching the phone, she perceived the sound of running water stopped abruptly.

With a jolt in her heart, she shrank her hand immediately, sat straight up, and then cast a quick glimpse at the bathroom with a pounding heart.

James didn't come out and after a while, the water sounded again.

Angela's back, palms, and forehead were covered with sweat. She continued to watch until she made sure that he wouldn't come out for the moment. Then she bent to get the phone.

Yet again, when she was about to reach it, she took her hands back.

He put the phone in such a noticeable place while showering, obviously, he was off guard ... Suddenly, she didn't feel like checking it.

At this point, the phone started ringing out of blue.

Angela thought it might be his workmate calling James, so she answered it directly after two rings without seeing the caller ID.

"Sorry. James is taking a bath. You can leave a message if you have something to tell him, and if it's inconvenient for you to do so, you could also ...."

"Angela, it's me!" Greyson's thrilled voice came out from the cellphone.

Angela, "..."

She moved the phone away to check the calling number. It was indeed his brother's number.

Didn't her brother and James detest each other? Why did he call James abruptly and even sounded cheerful?

"Angela? Angela, are you hearing?"

The shout of Greyson sounded through the phone, and Angela collected herself, "Well, I'm listening."

Greyson was in a good mood, with every last syllable of his sentences in a rising intonation. "I have something to talk with James. Pass the phone to him!"

"He is showering," Angela said.

Greyson raised his voice, "You have a child already. Why do you mind seeing him naked? Hurry and give the phone to him. I have something to say to him!"

He ended his remarks with two loud guffaws as if he was possessed by the devil.

Angela, "..."

Was her brother bewitched? Had it happened once that he met James without being anxious to pick a fight with him?

But under the continuous push of Greyson, Angela had to stand up and walk towards the bathroom. On the halfway, the door of the bathroom opened, and inside walked out James.

He was in a dark blue bathrobe, his hair still wet, dripping water downward. With the bathrobe untied, drops of water fell on his muscular chest before sliding down.

Sexy, yet stoical.

With her eyes fixed on him, Angela was stunned for a second before looking away, and then she handed the phone to him. "It's my brother, and he said he had something important to say."

James showed his hand to her, indicating it's too wet to hold the phone. However, she mistook his intention so that she took the towel to dry his hand, gave him the cellphone, and went on dry his hair with the towel on tiptoe.