"Auntie called you to give you this?" Angela asked after taking the two small bags.
Sitting on the chair, Roland put her hedgehog-like legs on his, and turned a few needles with a serious expression, "Yes. I happened to be studying a subject recently, and she asked me some questions, so I came back late."
With the two bags in her hand, Angela looked slightly indifferent.
As soon as Eleanor called Dr. Roland over, Lawson came over. What a coincidence!
After a while, Roland removed the needle for her leg and said, "It just happens that I am resting today. I will send you back."
"Thank you, Dr. Roland." Bamboo Estate did not allow taxis to enter, so Dr. Roland sending her back could save more than 20 minutes of walking for her.
Roland drove Angela to Bamboo Estate.
"Dr. Roland, if you don't mind, please come in and sit for a while before leaving." Angela got out of the car and said.
Roland didn't refuse her, and after parking the car, he followed her into the villa, "Miss Angela, you seem to be in a good mood after you came out of the hospital."
"Is it obvious?" Angela asked.
Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you think there is a big difference between a pomegranate and a grinning pomegranate?"
"The metaphor you use is very special. It's the first time I heard someone describe it like that." The two entered the living room side by side, and Angela asked Roland, "Do you prefer tea or coffee?"
Roland smiled, "Tea is good. Coffee is not healthy."
"Well, wait a moment." Angela was about to make tea when she suddenly remembered something: She didn't know if there was tea or not, even if there was, she didn't know where it was.
Roland glanced at Angela, who hadn't moved for a long time, and then glanced at the villa that didn't have a life-like atmosphere. "Sorry, Miss Angela, I suddenly remembered that I had a mild cold. It's better for me to drink plain water."
"Okay, I'm going to boil the water first." Angela smiled at him, slightly embarrassed, then turned around and went into the kitchen, but found that James was also in the kitchen.
He didn't wear a suit jacket or tie. Two black shirt buttons were open, revealing a charming collarbone. There was a strong smell of wine on his body, and a bowl of hangover soup was placed on the counter behind him.
Glancing at him faintly, Angela stopped smiling and walked around him to get the kettle.
James followed her step by step, "It was 1:35 p.m. when you left the hotel, but now it is 3:48p.m."
"More than two hours is enough." Angela turned around after getting ready for the water, but didn't expect him to stand so close to her. Their bodies were almost sticking together.
James put his hands on the desk behind her and circled her in his arms, "I didn't doubt you, but I don't like you being alone with other men."
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