Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 83

“Hm. ” James answered lightly, his gaze sweeping over her pale face and chapped lips, he seemingly frowned slightly.

"It's almost 1 p.m., you must be starving."

Greyson gave James a sharp glare, and came to Angela with two takeaways. "These are the ones you like, just a little cold. Have some first to fill your stomach, I'll order a few more hot ones for you."

Denise smiled, "They say that Greyson loves his wife and little sister very much. Now I see it's quite true."

"Thank you, Mr. Greyson."

Angela saw James from the corner of her eye, the word “ brother” was just on the tip of her tongue for a long time, but in the end, Angela changed her words, “It is a pity that I don't like these anymore."

Greyson was confused by her calling him Mr. Greyson, and threw the two takeaway bags in his hand away and asked,

"You don’t like eating these now?

I see, tell me what do you want to eat now and I'll order it for you. If they don't provide takeaway, I'll go and pack them for you!"

"No, thank you, Mr. Greyson."

Angela looked up and winked at Greyson, signaling him to stop talking.

Oberving the small gestures between the two, as well as Angela's fear of James, Denise lifted her messy hair behind her ear and sighed softly in nearly inaudible tones.

If it was two years ago, Greyson would have put up with it.

But anger and guilt, suppressed in his heart for two years, had already taken a dominant position, and such emotions almost immediately overwhelmed the so-called sanity when he saw Angela bending over to James.

"Don't be afraid of him!"

Greyson clenched his fists, veins on his neck popped out, his face was unusually fierce, "I’m not a member of the Chante family anymore. James, you don't fucking try to coerce me with those interests of the Chante Group again!"

He stood in front of Angela, and looked straight at James, "Angela, don't be afraid. From now on, your big brother will never leave you behind again!"

The corners of her eyes twitched and tears came to her eyes almost instantly.

Angela trembled and took a deep breath, tugged hard at Greyson's coat, shook her head at him vigorously, but she felt like her throat was blocked by a sponge that she couldn’t say a single word.

"What a loved brother and sister, it is really quite touching."

James moved his lips slightly, but there was no smile under his eyes.

Angela struggled to get off the bed, then came to James and went down on her kneels in front of him. Her voice was extremely hoarse, "After I got out of prison, this was the first time I'd seen my brother, and you happened to be here."

James was towering over her, the emotion showing in his eyes was obscure, "So fond of kneeling for people?"

“Are you insane?”

Greyson roared, his eyes filled with unbelievable emotions. He stretched out his hand to pull her, "Get up!"

Denise’s face actually changed. She got up to pull Angela, "Angela, what are you doing?

Stand up straight and tell us what you are trying to say!"

"Auntie, brother, if you are really good to me, then just let me kneel."

Angela shook her head at them, remained on her knees.

Denise let go of Angela and her eyes fell on James, "James, tell Angela to stand up."

"Since she likes to kneel so much, just let her do it."

James spoke indifferently, casually unbuttoning two buttons on his shirt, and then felt his breathing a little smoother.

Greyson's handsome face looked livid, and he pulled Angela's hand tightly, "Get up!

I am fucking telling you to get up, are you deaf?!"

Angela let him tug on one of her hands and knelt on the ground firmly, raising her hand and swearing, her face full of pleading, "Mr. James, I promise this is the last time I meet with my brother, and it will never happen again."

She pursed her mouth into a line, her lips trembling slightly, "If I have any more contact with my brother, may...”

She swallowed hard, "May a car run into me when I’m outside and may lightning strike me on a rainy day, I'd be burning in hell!"

James looked down at her, his lips twitching but not making a sound.

Silence.

The ward was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.