Desperate Lovers

Chapter 32 Should I thank you?

"Miss Jessica is so kind."

Angela looked directly at her, pushing every word out of her throat.

What was the truth two years ago? No one knew it better than her and Jessica.

"After all, you used to be my friend. How can I blame you?"

Jessica sighed, "If I really blamed you, I would have sued you two years ago, and wouldn't have let you

be out of jail so easily."

"Then should I thank you for that?"

Angela suppressed the anger that was about to burst out of her chest, her eyes full of sarcasm.

Easily?

She had been in prison for two years, putting up with the daily humiliations from other inmates, and

hovering between life and death a few times, and Jessica was saying she went out of the jail easily?!

"No, you don’t need to thank me, which seems like we are strangers."

Jessica took her hand, and asked worriedly:

"I heard that you just tried to kill yourself?

Did you hurt yourself?"

"I'm fine, I'm afrain I am disappointing you."

Angela pulled her hand out hard from Jessica and wiped on her clothes. She thought Jessica was too

dirty.

"How could I be disappointed?"

Jessica bit her lip and said with genuine affection, "If anything happens to you, I'd be sorry for the rest

of my life."

Angela was sick of Jessica’s hypocrisy that she kept her head down and didn't make any sound.

"It's late and it's not easy to get a cab, so I'll have my driver take you home first and then I'll go home."

Jessica's clear face showed sincerety, ignoring the bottle on the hospital bed as if she didn't know

Angela was ill.

Angela was so angry at Jessica’s shamelessness that her body trembled, but when she saw James

beside, all her anger dissolved into resignation and patience.

She pursed her lips and walked over to the bed and started putting on her shoes.

Jessica lowered her eyes slightly to hide the fleeting complacence in her eyes.

"You stay in the hospital and don't have to work these days."

James took out a cigarette and held it between his long index and middle fingers, but finally put it back

without lighting it.

Jessica blinked in surprise.

"Angela, are you sick?"

Angela frowned, and did not answer her.

Jessica was a much better ‘actress’ than Angela.

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

Jessica sighed, frustrated and felt wronged.

"If I do send you back tonight, James will think I do it on purpose."

"Don't you?"

James glanced at her, seemingly smiling.

"Of course not."

Jessica's eyebrows were tinged with a bit of sadness, "Don't regard me as a bad woman, James. I

really don't blame her even though Angela broke my legs and I am unable to dance for the rest of my

life."

James smiled hideously, and did not continue the conversation. Then, he said to Angela.

"When you get out of the hospital, go back to work and stop thinking anything you shouldn't think

about."

"OK"

Angela stopped clutching her dress, but clenched it again after a while. She said after hesitation.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay in the hospital."

She couldn't control her mind. She knew that she should not have any feelings for him, but just a little

bit of care and attention he gave her made her heart beating for him again.

Very bitchy.

But she was not able to change. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Love is such a thing like poppy addiction. Even though you know it's poisonous, you can't quit.

“You are welcome.”

James' lips took a small curl. His dark eyes reflected Angela’s figure, “Stay healthy, then you can live

well, live to-"

He bent down to her ear, "Pay your debt."

Angela's heart stopped, feeling chilled to the bone immediately, like in an icy cellar.

She watched as James and Jessica left the room together, jealous of the handsome couple.

And she...... she looked down at her uniform and the freshly pierced needle on her hand. She smiled

sadly.

She was, from beginning to the end, nothing more than a clown attempting to insert herself between

the perfect couple, which was extremely ridiculous and pathetic.

Late winter, the nights were cool and bitter.

DING!

The elevator doors opened and James pushed Jessica all the way to the outside of the hospital, "Come

in for a rehab at 10: 30 p.m. Your attending doctor is very special, indeed."

"Don't laugh at me, James."

Jessica retracted her lips with lovable woman's pride, “It was just an excuse. I just wanted to visit

Angela."

“Really?”

James asked back, his eyes dark.

"Of course."

Jessica placed her right hand on the armrest of her wheelchair and said with her eyes low.

"When I heard Angela was trying to kill herself, I came right over, just in case something bad happened

to her."

“It is just less than an hour after Angela committed suicide, and you've got the news. You are well-

informed then."

James snorted lightly, with rich implications.

"I just happened to have heard about it."

Jessica's eyes flashed.

She followed James when she saw him come to the hospital when the party was over.

It did not occur to her that he was in such a hurry to visit Angela at the hospital!

She felt a little irritated, and asked in a tentative tone:

"What about you, why are you here?

Did you also hear about Angela's attempts and come to visit her?"

James stopped and stepped to the front of the wheelchair with his long legs, looking down at her

condescendingly, his eyes dark.

"I'm just asking casually."

Jessica laughed, but she was growing more and more unpleasant, “If you don't want to talk about it,

then just stop."

Did James really here to see Angela?

"Jessica."

It was hard to see James's facial expression in the dim streetlight.

Jessica answered with a “well” and looked up at his handsome, clear face. Her eyes were filled with

love and affection.

She loved hearing James call her. Everytime he called her, her heartbeat speeded up.

"You're a smart guy, you should know what to ask and what not to ask, what you can do and what you

can't do."

James put his right hand on the reastarm of the wheelchair, a few creases appearing on his suit after

he bended over.

Jessica felt a little shocked and said after blinking her eyes.

"Am I smart?

But my mother always said I was stupid."

"Well."

James straightened up, smiled without a definite intention, and headed to the Bentley beside.

When he got into the car, he lowered the window and said quietly.

"Don't follow me from now on. If our car get too close, it is easy to get into an car accident, which is

dangerous."

Jessica's smile froze on her face and she opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't

give her the chance and just closed the window, then disappeared within a few seconds.

"If I was really smart, I wouldn't bet a leg on it."

Jessica placed her hand on her injured leg and looked up at the ward where Angela was and mumbled.

"Angela, why are you still coming back shamelessly?"

Angela only stayed at the hospital for one day and went back; she didn't have much money and

couldn't spend it all in the hospital.

"Well, do you still know you should come back?"

Timothy was lying on the bed with a bandage around her head, looking a little funny, "I thought you

were dead outside."

"Timothy, if you don't want to get beaten up again, just shut up!"

Julia was putting on makeup and frowned at this.