Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 86

Denise seemed to see through her abnormality, but no one is sure about it, and she just continued.

"The idea was to hold the party at the Harvey’s house, but the old man was a bit mindful of your past experience in prison and said we can hold a party else where."

“I appreciate your kindness, Auntie, but I have not in a mood for a party."

Angela bent down to pick up the chopsticks on the floor and put them on the table, speaking sharply.

A servant came up and handed a pair of clean chopsticks for her and took the dirty pair away.

Denise sighed, “I am willing yet unable to help you." Angela could hardly get what she was talking about.

"Don't blame yourself, Auntie. You've done enough for me."

Angela’s expression had returned to normal, and only her face was still pale, "The birthday party is just a formality, I don't care."

"Now it's not that you don’t care, it's that others care.

It's your first birthday out of prison. So many pairs of eyes are watching you. If you really take it casually this time, then you'll really become an outcast in their eyes."

Denise said.

Angela took a bite of the dish and it tastes like chewing wax, "No matter what others think, I'm practically an outcast."

"I've left the birthday party to the servants, and the invitations have been sent out, so you can come with me tomorrow."

Denise didn't ask her opinion and made the dicision by herself.

The invitation had already been sent out, so Angela had no way to refuse. She bowed her head and ate without making another sound.

After eating, Jessica came and sat in the hall with Denise, talking about family matters.

After talking for a while, she smiled and said to Angela.

"I'm a little thirsty from all the talking, could you bring me that plate of fruit on the table?"

Angela didn't move.

James wasn't here, so she didn't have to pretend a show for him for fear of disrespecting James and pissing him off.

Seeing this, Jessica seemed to think of something, "Just to be clear, I just have an inconvenient leg and ask you to do me a favor. I definitely don't mean to use you as a servant."

With a sincere face she said, "Maybe you've been working at the Dream Club for so long. When you hear this kind of talk about asking you to help carry something, you feel like you're being instructed.

I apologize if I offend you with the words."

She emphasized on the words 'Dream Club' and got a glimpse of Denise.

Denise took small bites of the sliced fruit, and the curve of her lips slightly retreated a bit.

"If you can't dance anymore, you can go and become a screenwriter; and if you write a TV drama, I truly think you can become a really good one."

Angela said lightly.

“Thank you for your advice. But in the two years when you were in prison, I learned something about finance, and now I'm working in the finance department of the Chante Group. I'm busy every day, and I have no time for writing."

Jessica smiled lightly.

Her every word was like a hardened sharp knife, stabbing into Angela’s heart.

Jessica pursed her lips tightly and didn't make a sound.

"If you don't want to work at the Dream Club, you can actually do what I do and learn something in finance or something else and get a different job."

Jessica frowned, and said with worries, “The trouble is that you've been in jail, and any good college shouldn't take you.

But you don't have to worry too much about that. If you decide which school you want to go to, I can ask James to help you."

"Talking so much, are you thirsty?"

Angela got up and brought the fruit to Jessica.