Roland glanced at the sparkling and clear tea, “The tea you made by yourself must be good.”
After speaking, he picked up his teacup and took a sip.
“My girlfriend’s leg is counting on you, so I dare not to neglect you,” James said.
Angela frowned. She didn’t want James to call her his girlfriend or his woman, but he seemed to like these two titles recently, especially in front of Dr. Roland.
“Whether you neglect me or not, I will try my best to heal Miss Angela’s leg.” Roland put down the teacup, “But I can’t guarantee whether she can recover fully.”
Hearing the latter sentence, Angela’s lips were a little pale, and she squeezed the corners of her clothes.
“I heard that your mentor is also an expert in this area, right?” James’s expression darkened.
Roland glanced at him, “I have already consulted my mentor. If she hadn’t been in the rain on the rooftop that night, both the mentor and I can promise to cure Miss Angela’s leg, but now my mentor asks me to pray more to God.”
He paused, with a glint of sarcasm on his face, “Have you ever thought about such a day when you broke Miss Angela’s leg?”
The light in James’s eyes dissipated a little, and the hand holding the teacup couldn’t help knocking on the teacup.
“If the tea is cold, it won’t taste good.” This topic made Angela feel heavy at heart, as if her heart was blocked by a lump of soggy cotton. She took Roland’s teacup and poured him another cup, changing the topic.
James sat with his slender legs crossed and put his hands on his knees, without making any comment.
Roland sat for a while before he got up and said, “I have something to do, so I will leave first.”
“Okay.” Angela got up and escorted him to the door, and James followed behind him.
After Roland started the car, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he lowered the window and said to James, “Miss Angela is not suitable for walking too much during the treatment phase. It is better to provide her with a driver.”
“Dr. Roland, thank you for caring about my girlfriend.” James put his arm around Angela’s shoulders and curled his lips at him.
Angela struggled slightly, but she didn’t pull away from him since he was so strong. She could only tense her whole body.
“You’re welcome.” Roland slightly raised the corner of his eyes, stepped on the accelerator, and left.
The last polite smile on Angela’s face disappeared. She knocked James’s unhealed lower abdomen with her elbow, pulled away from him when he was in pain, and walked directly upstairs.
James followed her into the villa and spoke after her, “I said don’t avoid me; otherwise, I can’t guarantee what I will do.”
Listening to this, Angela stopped and clenched her fists tight. She even tensed her jaw as if she was trying to suppress something.
After a pause, she took a deep breath, then went up the steps, and sat on the sofa silently.
The two sat facing each other in silence. James poured out the cold tea in her cup and poured her another cup of hot tea, but she didn’t drink it. Then James pushed the fruit plate in her direction, but she still didn’t plan to eat.
He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his beautiful forearms. His sharp and handsome face looked a little sad in the sun.
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