Desperate Lovers novel Chapter 90

"It’s her who drove a car to run over Miss Jessica, and now she is still in rescue!"

"Aren't they two good friends? How can Angela be so cruel?"

"Even if they are not friends, she can't be like this, is this...... murder?"

"It's not much of a fuss. She's as uneducated as her brother and bullies her classmates at school. She's not good in the first place.

If it weren't for the Chante family, these two siblings would have been in jail!"

There were a few people waiting in front of the hotel elevator, and they were looking at her just like everyone else, their lips opening and closing.

Angela couldn't hear what they were saying, but it always felt like they were criticizing her and laughing at her.

She ran pale across the elevator, carrying with her skirt into a side stairwell.

The stairwell was dark, and with the sharp clatter of her heels, the sound lights were on, but after she ran past them, the lights were back to darkness.

The stairs looped infinitely without an end, just like the nightmare she was experiencing.

BANG!

Angela broke her foot and rolled down the stairs. She rolled two or three steps and stopped, nothing serious.

There was no sound, the lights in the stairwell went dark instantly, and it was dark and silent all around.

There was a faint sound of water dropping to the ground, followed by the sound more and more urgent.

Angela crouched in the darkness with her legs in her arms, tears spreading across her cheeks at some point long ago.

She sniffled, wiped the tears from her face with the hem of her skirt, and stared blankly into the darkness ahead of her, not wanting to move or speak.

Cold.

It was cold in the elevator room, but not as bad as a cold heart.

Maybe she would die here, and the cleaners would find her.

Angela circled her knees, her chin resting on them, his bones cackling against his flesh.

It's not that she didn’t thought about revealing Jessica’s true face after she was released from prison. It's not that she didn’t think about James and his parents guiltily telling her they were sorry after they knew the truth. It's not that she dind’t think about Danis apologizing to her over and over again......

But when she got out, she realized that all of that was just her thinking.

She had no evidence to testify against Jessica, and could only spend day after day under the shadow of James and Jessica with difficulty, flukily hoping that there would be an end.

"Angela, where are you, Angela?"

The urgent and anxious male voice rang out, and the tears broke again, but she still stubbornly refused to make a sound.

"Angela, where are you? Answer me, don't scare your brother!"

"Angela, tell me and what you've suffered, and don't make it hard on yourself."

Greyson and Luna's voices rose and fell, but Angela clenched her lips until they were bitten through.

CRUNCH.

The voices of the two grew closer and closer as the sound lights came on.

Greyson looked at Angela crouching and sitting in the stairwell, stunned, his heart like a needle stabbing or burning on an unbearable fire.

She crouched in a tiny ball in the corner, her hair a little disheveled and blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

From his angle, she bent over. Being too thin, Angela was outlined by the gown to show the shape of her spine, and with the scars on her shoulder, there was a sickly beauty to it.

But she wasn't beautiful to him, only heartbreaking. He remembered how she wanted to lose weight and failed, as she always had her baby fat.

"Brother..." Angela looked up, her eyes hollow as she looked at him, her voice as hoarse as a broken gong.