Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 122

Angela was slightly stunned for a moment, looking up at the owner of the hand.

James's hand was shielding her head, but his head hit the seat in front of him, and there was a large, unusually visible red patch on his forehead, as if he had hit it quite hard.

"I'm just holding the seat so I don't get bumped, and I am not trying to protect you. Don't take it personally."

James inclined his head and looked at her, withdrawing his hand. His palm was slightly closed, his fingertips touching and lightly twisting a few times, and he could still vaguely feel the warmth of her body.

In the front row, Raya was pointing at Sean with one hand, and was resting the other hand on her waist, complaining his poor driving skills, while the driver was helplessly pointing at the car in the front and explaining to her.

No one noticed any difference of the two in the back row.

Even if James didn't say this, Angela wouldn't think much about it. She withdrew her gaze, gave a faint “OH” sound and remained silent.

James looked carelessly ahead, but his back was straight.

Hearing her shallow moan at this point, he furrowed his brow slightly and collapsed his back against the backrest. He didn’t know why, but he was very upset.

The front crash wasn't very serious, and the owners quickly negotiated a private deal, and the traffic quickly returned to normal.

Raya at first complained to Sean about how the customers were, but later she lowered her head and started playing mobile games, and stopped talking. There was a total silence inside the car.

The silence made the depressing atmosphere even worse.

Angela pressed her body against the car window, feeling uncomfortable from inside out. A second was like a year.

By the time she was craning her neck, the car had stopped.

She reached her hand to the back of her neck and squeezed, and a food court was ahead of her.

"There are a few good restaurants on this street, spicy crawfish, grilled fish, a Szechuan restaurant, Japanese food and a noodle shop. Which one should we go?"

Sean twisted his head and asked Raya, his eyes full of doting.

Raya's mouth was watering and her eyes were shining, "Can we eat them all?"

Sean flicked on her forehead, and twisted his head to ask Angela, "Today is the day to make amends to Miss Angela, so it's Miss Angela's choice."

"Spicy crawfish."

There were no lights on in the car, and Angela looked down at James's injured leg with her split vision, and in the obscure light, the corners of her lips curled, as she picked a restaurant that was least suitable for a patient.

Sean swept the two in the back row playfully with his eyes, parked the car, and led them towards that restaurant.

The lights were just on, the night market hadn't started yet, and the food court wasn't too crowded.

But when they entered the shop, they were regretfully informed by the shopkeeper that the private rooms were fully occupied and that they could eat in the lobby if they didn't want to wait.

Raya could not wait and answered straight away, casually pointing to a table of four in the middle of the hall, “Let’s just sit over there!"

Angela, who was used to eating in a room or a corner, pursed her lips when she saw the spot she pointed to, but didn't say anything.

"It is uncomfortable to eat in the middle. Let’s take that seat in the southeast corner."

James glanced at her and walked straight toward a table for six in the corner.

Sean was willing to sit anywhere and walked directly after him.

Raya was so angry that she stomped her foot, grunted twice, and reluctantly followed Angela over and sat down.

"When James told me before that Miss Angela liked spicy crawfish, I didn't quite believe it."

As he ordered, Sean laughed and said, "So it's true."

Angela gave a slight pause, subconsciously glanced at James, then withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and continued reading the menu without making a sound.