Under the dim light, James's angular features were a little softer. He looked down at her, with his eyelashes cast a shadow on his face. In his eyes, there were flashing lights.
The two were very close, so close that Angela could see the fuzz on his face. She pursed her lips and tried to push him away, but he held her hand and pulled her into his arms.
The sound of his slightly rapid heartbeat rang in her ears and Angela froze.
"James?"
"Yes." James grabbed her hand and held her a little more tightly, "Don't move."
With some unusual flush on his face, he frowned with some cold light in his eyes.
Angela's fingers trembled slightly, "What... what's going on?"
"Your mother drugged me. She should be worried about your fake pregnancy being found by my grandpa." James stared at her fair and tender neck with a hoarse and unusual voice. He seemed to manage to hold something back.
If it was Lorenzo, the chess thing wouldn't happen. And Greyson and Luna wished that James could stay away from Angela, so they couldn't drug him.
It wasn't hard to figure out what happened. Angela got it after a little thought. He held his neck with a frozen body and kissed him.
"Why is this door locked?" Greyson shouted from outside, "Angela, open the door, I have a gift for you!"
Angela was slightly relieved. She pushed James away from her, "My brother is here, you get up first."
"Don't mind him, he'll be gone in a minute." James tightened his grip on her waist to keep her from stepping back.
"Angela? Angela, do you hear me? Didn't you lose your jade locket? I got a pair of earrings a while ago, of good quality. You take them first, I will give you better ones later!"
Greyson was never a patient one. Seeing that Angela didn't respond to him, he knocked on the door several more times.
Every time the door rang, Angela's heart fluttered with it.
The maid also had the key to her room. If she didn't answer and didn't go out, her brother might get the key to open the door directly from the maid later.
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