Angela threw the phone on the bed, squatted weakly on the ground, stuck her fingers into her hairs, and took a deep breath in pain and trembling.
She and James couldn't tell who was wrong more, but one thing was clear--
Jessica played with her, and she was so stupid to figure out what happened back then!
Angela didn't know why Jessica approached her, or whether she was sincerely making friends with her. But since five years ago, Jessica had been framing her, which was beyond doubt!
How stupid she is!
Toot—
Toot—
The phone buzzed constantly.
Angela didn't move, still squatting on the ground with bloodshot eyes.
The phone vibrated for a while and stopped. Then after a while, it started to vibrate again. It repeated this several times. The door opened and James walked in.
He looked down at Angela, just as she looked up, and he happened to see her bloodshot eyes. His heart hurt suddenly, as if he had been pierced by thousands of needles.
James regretted it a little.
When he gave the recorded video to the media, he had already thought about it. He wanted Angela to hate him less after knowing these things.
But now he saw her look like this, he regretted it... He should tell her gradually and give her time to accept it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Angela's voice was hoarse and it was extremely hard for her to say, "Why didn't you tell me before you did this?"
James walked to her and stretched out his hand to her.
Angela squatted on the ground without moving, looking up at him stubbornly, "James, you broke my leg and sent me to jail... Why didn't you tell me that Jessica threatened you?"
"What should I do after I told you?" James bent over, put his hands under her armpits, and forcibly led her up.
Angela squatted on the ground for a long time. She was suddenly pulled up by him, so her eyes dazzled and her legs were soft, and she staggered.
Yup. What could he do after telling her?
She couldn't do anything!
James fixed his eyes on her. Seeing that she could not stand firmly, he quickly hugged her in his arms.
They clung to each other, softness of woman and toughness of man perfectly inlaid together. It was supposed to be an ambiguous scene, but it was a bit tense.
Angela pushed James away and backed away a few steps. She leaned against the wall, looking at him with bloodshot eyes, "Do you think I should thank you for doing so much for me in private?"
"No." James said, "It hurts you to break your leg and send you to jail. I have no loss. I am incapable of protecting the woman I like."
Angela clenched her fist and looked at him. Her eyelashes trembled a few times, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Sad.
Terribly sad.
It was true that James had done a lot for her, but it was also true that he misunderstood her and sent her to the Dream Club to humiliate her.
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