Desperate Lovers

Chapter 237 What Are You Talking About?

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. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

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.

At this time, the phone vibrated and suddenly rang.

James picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"James, Jessica has already prepared the evidences and lawyers to sue Angela." Sean said, "My law

firm is hired to do the job, and the charge is attempted murder."

James clutched his phone tighter, and felt more miserable.

"She employed my men here, which means she wants me to tell you about it. How about making a deal

with her? Attempted murder is no a joke." Sean said.

James laughed lightly, tapping his fingers on the desktop, but there was no smile on his face, "Is this a

violation of professional ethics for you?"

"Huh, are you still concerned about my professional ethics at this time? It doesn't seem to be a big

problem." Sean laughed.

James raised his eyes slightly, lowered his head, and restrained the sadness in his eyes. When he said

something again, his voice was soft, with refreshing chills, "Then, wait for a good show."

Lewis’ wedding had a dinner party. Due to the unexpected changes, the dinner part was cancelled.

Jessica sat in the wheelchair and joined Danis and the younger generations of the Lewis family

outside. As for the elders, they felt too ashamed to come out.

By the time the guests were sent away, Jessica's face was stiffened.

In fact, except for her, everyone, including Danis didn’t feel good.

The Lewis family was a century-old scholar family, and had always been respected. The juniors in the

family usually mentioned the Elder Lewis in a very proud manner. But now, they had become a joke

because of the relationship of the old man and Timothy!

"She has been with so many men and has an ex-fiancé, who knows whose child is in her belly! Dad

was so confused that he married such a woman just because she said the baby was his!"

Adeline walked out of the Honor Hall, complaining to her husband Mr. Smith beside her as they walked,

and she was obviously furious.

Lewis pulled Timothy out from behind her and scolded her daughter, "I married Timothy, and she is

your elder from now on. How dare you discuss her from behind?"

Adeline’s expression changed, and finally she gave a heavy hum and didn't say anything, but she was

aggrieved and indignant inside.

In the Honor Hall, dozens of waiters were cleaning up, and the lobby manager was also there. Although

they did not look toward here, they should be able to hear their conversation clearly.

Jessica coughed lightly, barely maintained a smile, and said softly, "What a busy day, everyone should

be tired. The car is in the garage. Let's go home first."

"You cripple sat in the wheelchair all day. How could you be so tired? I'm pregnant and wearing high

heels all day. I am really tired!" Timothy pounded her leg and said.

When Adeline heard this, she shouted, "Who are you calling a cripple?"

"Her," Timothy pointed her finger at Jessica and said in a rude manner, "Are you too blind to see she is

crippled?"

Jessica clutched the armrest of her wheelchair. Even though she didn't look up, she felt many people

were staring at her, calling her a disabled cripple.

"Watch your mouth!" Adeline raised her voice, "Jessica’s leg is almost cured, and you are not allowed

to call her a cripple!

Timothy wrapped her arms around her chest, "If her leg is healed, why is she still in a wheelchair?

She's obviously a cripple, and she won't let anyone talk about it!"

"Jessica is married to my grandpa, so she is my elder, I should respect you. But isn't it too rude for you

to call me a cripple l now?" Jessica looked up at her, tears faintly shining in her eyes.

When Lewis saw this, he felt guilty, "Timothy didn’t mean it. I apologize to you for her."