Desperate Lovers

Chapter 235 Check if Angela…

James frowned slightly, making no noise.

"Then, can you tell me if Angela is really pregnant?" Denise rubbed her forehead, asking.

James looked down. "It’s true."

"Well," Denise gave an incomprehensible sigh and said after a long pause, "If there’s anything you

can’t deal with, don’t push yourself too hard."

James replied with a faint "Hmm", got up and said, "I’m leaving now."

"To find Angela?" asked Denise.

James nodded, pushed open the car door and got off the car.

Denise watched James walking away with a complex expression on her face. She picked up the phone

and made a call, "Go to the hospital and check if Angela…"

Denise stopped halfway. It was not until the person on the other end of the line called her several times

that she struggled and said, "Forget it."

Then Denise hung up.

In the villa of the Chante family.

Two years had passed. Apart from the change of some small ornaments in the villa, there was no other

change.

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years.

Angela sat on the edge of the sofa in the living room, staring indifferently at the new servant putting the

fruit, tea and pastries on the table.

"Angela, the kiwi fruit is so fresh, and tastes great. I remember you like kiwi fruit a lot. Have a taste of

it!" Elva pushed the fruit plate towards Angela reservedly.

Angela glanced at the fruit, picked up one piece and put it into her mouth under Elva’s eager gaze.

"Thank you."

Seeing that Angela actually ate the fruit, Elva was beaming with pleasure, but when she heard "thank

you", that pleasure turned into bitterness.

"Angela is back. Why are you crying?" Lorenzo asked with a frown.

"What else for?" Elva took out the handkerchief, wiped the tears away and roared to him, "When you

see the Harvey family is kind to Angela, you get close to her; when you see the Harvey family is harsh

on her, you disown her!"

"Lorenzo Chante, how come I hadn’t realized you are so disgusting?"

The new servant stood aside, stealing a few glances at Lorenzo.

Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, Lorenzo said, blushing, "What did I just say? Why are you acting

like a psycho recently? You lose your temper before saying anything!"

"You said I’m like a psycho? Then who has turned me into… into who I am now?" Elva flung the

handkerchief long soaked with tears on to the table, stood up and questioned him.

Lorenzo had long used to the submissiveness she had shown in the last 20 years. Now he was roared

at by her, and his face turned pale and red at the same time. He gasped, "You… Cough… You…"

Lorenzo held his neck with his hands, his face turning green.

Seeing that, Elva stopped yelling at him. She took the medication to him and told the servant aside,

"Go and get a glass of water!"

Angela watched the farce with cold eyes, mockery glinting inside.

Angela snorted, got up and said to Greyson, "Greyson, I want to talk to you, in private!"

"What? OK, OK!" Greyson turned the wheelchair behind her.

Seeing that, Elva massaged Lorenzo’s back immediately and rushed over, wanting to follow them.

Angela paused, turned to her and said flatly, "I want to talk with my brother in private. You’d better not

follow us, Mrs. Chante."

"Angela, you…" Elva’s eyes turned red.

Angela frowned. Thinking of those changes her mother had made for her, she softened in a moment.

But at last, Angela still turned around and strode out resolutely before her mother could finish her

words.

"Mom, stop crying. Look how swollen your eyes are! Wipe the tears off!" Greyson scratched his head

fretfully, said to Elva, and then followed Angela out of the door in the wheelchair.

The sun went down in the west. Angela stood there with her back to Greyson. The orange sunlight

streamed down all over her body, and her shadow was stretched long, looking lonely for no reason.

Greyson was upset. "Angela, she is our mom. Now she has already made earth-shaking changes, so

don’t be so mean to her! When you’re in a good mood, just smile at her so that she won’t cry for you all

day long!"

"Ha," Angela chucked.

Greyson pulled his hair irritably. "If you don’t want to do that, you don’t have to force yourself. It’s just

that I find it annoying when.. Mom cries all day long!"

"I have long given up my hope on her, so how could I be mean to her?" Angela gave him a bitter smile.

"Indeed, she has made a lot of changes for me, but…"

Angela paused and said obscurely, "Greyson, I just can’t overcome the mental barrier in my heart."

Hurting someone was just like driving a nail into a wooden plank. Even if the victim was kindly treated

later and the nail was drawn out, a mark would be left, and the wooden plank was no longer intact.

"I know!" Greyson smacked his hand down on to the armrest of the wheelchair and said with his teeth

gritted, "If Jessica hadn’t plotted that car accident, our family wouldn’t have turned out this way!"

Angela turned around and stared at him. Since she was standing against the light, her features were in

the darkness, and her expression couldn’t be seen clearly.

However, there was no "if".

"Greyson," Angela’s voice was light, "Leave me alone from now on."

Upon hearing that, Greyson turned pale all of a sudden.

"Why? Is it because I make you unhappy, and you don’t want me as your brother anymore? Or you

don’t like me…"

"Greyson," Angela called as her voice trailed off.

Greyson wheeled himself up to Angela and said urgently, "Do you think I’m too stupid to get anything

done? Do you think I always get you into trouble? I’ve already started to learn how to handle business

in the company. Even if I am not as good as James, at least I won’t stir up trouble for you again!"

His voice softened abruptly with a hint of pleading, "Angela, don’t give up on me, OK?"

"I’m not giving you up." Angela curled her lips and wanted to smile, but tears just streamed down

uncontrollably.

Angela looked up, wiped the tears away and managed a smile.

Meanwhile, she reached out her hand to wipe away the tears on Greyson’s face.

"When no one wanted me, you treated me like a piece of treasure and were always so kind to me. How

would I give you up?"

"Stop wiping. I’m not crying. It was just that… some eyelashes fell into my eyes and it was stinging!"

Greyson shook off her hand and said in a fierce tone, "If you don’t want to give me up, why did you ask

me to leave you alone?"

The smile on Angela’s face vanished again. "Greyson, Lawson is different from James. If you make a

scene in front of him, you’ll get… nothing from him."

"If you brought me out here to tell me this, then stop!" Greyson turned around his wheelchair angrily

and wheeled himself back into the villa. "Unless I die, I won’t leave you alone!"

When Greyson finished his words, he had already got into the villa.