Let Me Go, Mr. Harvey novel Chapter 237

Angela slightly raised her eyebrows, and walked a few steps to him, sneered, "The Smiths forced you? How?"

Lorenzo looked at the cold, piercing hatred in her eyes and took a step back unconsciously.

"Didn't you disown me because of James's threat? How come you're now putting the blame on the Smiths? You don't dare to blame James in his face?" Angela took another step forward, and gazed at his face like a nail hammering into it.

Lorenzo was a bit messed at her pushing attitude, and frowned at her, "James is here. What are you talking about?"

"It’s true." Without waiting for Angela to answer, James said.

Lorenzo smiled with embarrassment and didn't make a sound.

"Let's go, I want to go back" Angela paused for a moment and added, "and eat the dishes you make."

Hearing the last sentence, Lorenzo could not control his expression, and his face was covered by shock.

"OK." James reached out to pull her.

Angela wanted to shake him off, but didn't struggle when she glanced at Lorenzo on the side. She obediently followed James to walk outside.

Elva came out wearing an apron, wiping her hands, and spoke with a bit of pleasing and begging tone, "Angela, I have made your favorite dishes, just stay for dinner before you leave."

"Yes." Lorenzo tried to ignore the unpleasant past, and followed suit, "Your mother has not cooked for a long time, and she cooks for you today."

Elva nodded repeatedly and looked at Angela eagerly.

Angela clenched her fist tightly, and said faintly, "No, thank ...... Mrs. Chante."

She did not stay any longer, and got out of the house expressionlessly.

The Bentley was sent for repair, and James did not drive over, so they took a taxi back to Bamboo Estate.

As soon as Angela entered the room, she walked upstairs without saying a word.

"I'm going to prepare some dishes for you. Just wait in the living room for a while." James said.

Angela didn't stop going upstairs and didn’t reply a word.

"I'll go up to call you when it is done." His shirt was dry by now, but it carried a smell of sweat, so James unbuttoned it and took it off directly.

The wound on his abdomen was not yet healed, but the gauze was removed, so the skin looked pink compared to its surrounding, looking like a hideous crawling centipede.

Angela stopped and turned to look at him, her gaze paused a moment at the wound on his abdomen, but she quickly moved away.

"Give me some privacy. I am begging you, OK?" Her indifferent voice was tinged with fatigue and hoarseness.

James tilted his head and looked at her, as a gaze with tiredness should not appear on her.

The veins on his forearms popped up, but he dropped his head to avoid her gaze, and nodded his head invisibly.

Then Angela turned around, held the railing and stumbled up the stairs.

If she did not want to eat, James would have no intention to cook. He went to the sofa and sat down, leaning his back against the sofa, with sadness in his eyes.