Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 51

"You got me wrong."

If it was two years ago, Angela would still feel that such a misunderstanding was still sweet.

However, now she didn't dare to make any extravagant demands anymore, but just wanted to stay out of the matter, unwilling to be considered by James that she had other plans.

James didn't seem to notice her careful thoughts, and then smiled slightly, "Today is your birthday, so you can do whatever you want."

"Oh, you are so sweet..."

Denise smiled, running her hand through her hair, and asked Angela, "Does the dress fit?"

Angela pursed her lips and glanced at James.

"Why are you looking at him?"

Denise was amused.

James leaned casually on the railing, said in a low voice, "Maybe because I am handsome."

"Why are you so self-absorbed?"

Denise was smirking and looking Angela up and down for a while, said.

"How come the top part of the dress is different from before?"

Angela was a little embarrassed and felt her face faintly hot, "My boobs have become smaller. The dress is always not fitting, so it has been made alternations."

James frowned and stared at her boobs for a while, then immediately looked away and recovered to his normal expression.

"I see."

Denise said thoughtfully, "In fact, there is no need to make alternations. Wearing a thicker bra can solve the problem."

Not knowing what to say, Angela pursed her lips in embarrassment.

"Well, don't be sad anymore. James is definitely not such a shallow person."

Denise took and patted her hand, and asked James with a smile, “Am I right?"

In silence and with a half-smiling face, James looked down at Angela, who was much shorter than him.

“Auntie, you really misunderstood him. Mr. James loves Miss Jessica, not me, so I won't fantasize like before."

Listening to this, Angela's expression suddenly became pale, and even flustered when speaking.

A dark color flashed under James's eyes, and the emotion in his voice was less, “Finally, you know yourself."

He straightened up and said without looking back.

"I'll go up-stair and get changed."

Angela felt breathless. Unsurprisingly, he thought she was still thinking about him, so he got angry.

"James might not even know who he loves."

Denise glanced at James, ''Alright, let's stop talking about these unpleasant things.

Since the guests are almost there, let's walk around."

Angela had self-awareness and did not want to make any trouble, "Auntie, I......"

"What? I know we can’t control what others say, so don’t think too much."

Denise smiled, holding her hand and going downstairs together, "Let's go."

Angela followed her in a mixed mood.

They had just come downstairs when they met Elva.

“Mrs Brown, May I talk to Angela alone?"

Elva was a little surprised to find them coming downstairs together hand in hand.

Denise smiled, "It's not impossible, but I have to ask you one question first.

Are you makeing the request as a mother, or as Mrs. Chante?"

Elva frowned in great embarrassment.

"Auntie, please go entertain the guests first. I'll be there soon."

Knowing that her mother was a good-tempered person, Angela still couldn't bear to embarrass her after all.

"Fine."

Denise nodded at Elva, then left.

Elva looked around and whispered to Angela,

"Angela, let's talk somewhere else."

There were too many people.

Did Elva feel ashamed to talk to her?

Then why came to her?