"You can put it on your plate." Angela watched the movement of his chopsticks, as he picked up the chicken wings she had bitten. She said, "There are extra chicken wings. You can take them from the table if you want."
She tried to block him but failed, and he easily took her chicken wing, "I think yours is more delicious."
He took a bite; it was exactly the place where she bit. She didn’t know if he did it naturally or consciously.
"James." She put down her chopsticks and looked at him gloomily.
James looked up at her and replied with what she had said before, "Don't be so loud, I can hear you."
"What do you want?" Word came after word from her.
"I said," James swallowed the food in his mouth, took out a paper towel and wiped his stained lips, "Pursue you."
Angela paused and sniffed, her voice was very light but full of hatred when she said those words. James, “Do you think I will accept your pursuit as if those things had never happened before?"
She would never forgive what he had done for the rest of her life.
Those physical pain, those spiritual humiliation, those memories tortured her day after day, and even in her dream. It was like a knife engraved in her soul and would never disappear.
James was affected by her hatred, the light in his eyes dimmed as if he was trapped in quicksand and his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were covered by it. He could not see the light and could not breathe, and what was left was pain.
"It's your business to accept it or not, but it's my business to pursue you or not." He shook the wine glass, and then gulped down. Angela could see his Adam’s apple rolling and the goblet was soon empty.
Angela clenched her fists and gnashed her teeth in anger. "You don't love me at all, and you just love yourself. You always take care of your own feelings, but you won't consider how I feel!"
Her silhouette reflected in James’s eyes; his throat was tight as if it had been clutched.
The phone vibrated. Angela stood up with a straight face and left with her phone.
James got up and followed her.
"Don't follow me!" She turned and looked at him, and roared in a low voice.
James also stooped; her undisguised disgust injured him. He licked his lips and said lightly, “Felix, Jessica and Danis are still here, be careful.”
Her indifference seemed to scoop him out. She said nothing and went straight to the exit of the banquet hall with her still buzzing phone.
James looked at her back. He withdrew before he could step forward. He saw her disappeared at the exit and a shadow flashed through his eyes.
"Hello?" Angela didn’t answer the phone until she was in the restroom.
The phone call was from the people arranged by Lawson Harvey, James’ grandpa. They have arrived at the hotel in a black SUV, asking her to get downstairs as quickly as possible.
She asked their license plate number in case of getting into the wrong car. They said there was only one black SUV down there, and it was more convenient to look for the vehicle than look for the license number.
She agreed and didn’t ask again. She said she would go down immediately, then hung up the phone, with her heart thumping.
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