"That makes sense."
Denise's voice was a little lower than before, "You're sensible enough to be an excellent businessman, but not a qualified lover."
James agreed with her. His fingers looked extremely beautiful on the black steeling wheel in the moonlight.
The car was in silence.
After a while, Denise turn her head to talk James.
"You sent Angela to prison after breaking her leg, and even let her break up with her family.
No matter how angry you are, it's time to let it go for what she have suffered in the past two years."
James looked ahead. He gripped the steering wheel, his fingertips got a little pale for the force.
Denise waited for his reply for a while. Then she sat upright and looked ahead. In the night, her sighs was vaguely tinged with a bit of helplessness.
In the ward, not long after James and Denise had left, Danis returned.
Angela lay on the bed and looked at him indifferently. Then, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, not wanting to talk to him.
"Does it still... hurt?"
Danis walked to the bedside and looked at her pale face. His heart was aching out of control.
Angela opened her eyes, looked at him with no emotion, ''Thank you for your care, Mr.Danis. I can hold it. It doesn't hurt as much as two years ago, when my leg was broken.
If there is nothing else, please go. It would be hard to explain if Adeline breaks in and misunderstands that I am seducing you."
She treated him like a stranger, with even more malice and disgust.
Danis frowned, "No one else is here, you don't have to call me Mr. Danis."
Angela sneered and ignored him.
"I apologize for what Jessica have done to you, and the way my mom treated you."
The red mark on her forehead and the scar at the end of her eyebrow stung Danis. He reached out his hand to touch her face naturally.
Angela tilted her head to avoided his touch. She felt quite sick at the thought of him to be engaged to Cathleen but caring for her here.
A glimmer of gloom flashed in Danis's eyes. He withdrew his hand and clenched his fists. Then, there was more coldness on his face. "But Jessica didn’t meant to hurt you, and she had apologized to you. You shouldn't have egged on Greyson to splash Jessica with hot tea!"
"Shouldn't?"
Angela was exasperated. With her hands propped on the bed, she sat up with effort, “You seems to enjoy standing in a moral highland to tell me what to do all the time."
She looked up at him and said, word by word.
"But who do you think you are to teach me how be a dignified person?"
"Angela."
Danis called her name, gritting his teeth.
Sitting on her knees on the bed, Angela straightened her spine and got closer to him, "Just because you are older than me?
Or having a higher educational degree?"
Greeted with the faint soap scent from Angela’s body, Danis’s heart beat faster and faster.
"I thought you'd learned your lesson in the past two years, but it turns out that you're just as insane as before!"
He said coldly, then turned his head and walked away.
Angela said, "Hold on."
"What?"
Danis stopped, but didn't turn back.
The needle inserted into the back of her hand fell out because of her movement. Blood came out from the needle hole, staining the two medical tapes on the back of her hand.
She put the needle aside and sat back with difficulty, "Since Mr. Danis despises me so much, we’d better not meet in private from now on.
I don't want be a mistress, or a whore, as others may refer to, because of a nasty self-centered person."
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