Desperate Lovers

Chapter 23 Do you trust me?

"Oh... "

Then the elevator went off and suddenly someone came over and rushed inside, yelling, " Come on.

Two guys are making love. Come and have a look!"

"she was wearing a cleaner’s uniform…"

The speaker stopped abruptly as he saw that man's face.

Mr. Harvey…James?

The people in the elevator came out noisily and excitedly to have a look. However, when they

recognized who that man was, they all paled in fright and instantly became mute.

It was hard for they to decide whether to leave ot not.

James threw his suit over Angela and blocked her with a piercing chill on his face, "Are you waiting for

me to send you away?"

“No... I won't bother you, I... we're leaving right...!"

The man standing in the middle stumbled, even if he was curious about who the heroine was, he didn't

dare to look at her. He pushed the crowd inside the elevator.

Cathleen stood in the crowd. After having several looks, she thought that woman was Angela.

However, before she could take a closer look, she was dragged away by a man, "Don't drag me so

hard!"

The corridor, which had just seemed crowded, was instantly empty.

"I can't afford Mr. Harvey's clothes."

Angela shuddered with her right hand covering her broken clothes. She handed the suit to James,

tears falling down her face.

James dropped his eyes to tear stains on his suit. He suddenly became irritated.

He paused for a moment before picking up his suit and said, "Who do you want to seduce if you dress

like that?

Or are you trying to make me feel sympathatic for you?"

Seduce?

Tears flowed into Angela's mouth, extremly bitter.

Did she want to dress like this?

Didn't he rip her clothes off?

"But there's no use for you to seduce anyone, they can't help you."

James swept over her water-soaked eyes. His chest felt inexplicably stuffy. He frowned and moved

away, "The only one who can get you out of here is me."

Angela clenched her hands and scoffed to herself, "Is Mr. Harvey implying me to seduce you?"

She licked her dry lips, her chest sinking as if a boulder had fallen, "You didn't even like me two years

ago, it's impossible for you to like me now.

Are you telling me that I have to stay here forever to atone for my sins?"

"It's good for you to know this."

James said mockingly.

Angela knew he would say that, but her heart still ached like a million needles pricking at the same NôvelDrama.Org © content.

time.

She knew she should drop the idea forever, but there was always a hope in her heart, "Would you

believe me if I told you that I didn't drive into Jessica, and she ran to the car on purpose?"

Her tail sound quivered.

She had said that many times, but no one believed her, not even her brother.

Because there were mass of irrefutable facts and all of them indicated that it was something she would

do.

But she wanted to tell him again. He was a smart guy, and he might see through Jessica's dirty tricks!

"Two years in prison and you haven't improved at all."

James chuckled lightly as he stroked the visible scars on her cheek, "These scars, for nothing."

Angela took a few steps backward to avoid his touch. Somehow, her tears streamed down her face.

She bowed her head and quickly wiped away her tears.

"Don't act pathetic in front of me, it's useless."

James looked aloof.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Angela seemed to be strangled in the neck, unable to breathe. Her heart was stuffy and clogged, "If

not, I'm going to work."

Before James could say anything, she covered her shredded clothes, grabbed her cleaning tools, and

trotted to the workroom at the end of the hallway.

Her knees hurt like hell and her left leg, which was almost broken with Jame's kick, was drilled.

However, she didn't stop and ran all the way into the workroom.

The moment the door was closed, Angela couldn't stand it anymore and sat on the floor in despair.

She pulled up her pants and found the bruise on her knee got worse. It was bruised and looked terrible.

[Youhave to take good care of your left leg from now on, or you'll be disabled.]

[Can I still dance?]

[No, you can’t]

[What about only four hours?

Not for four hours, how about two?]

[Sorry, no.]

This was a conversation between she and the doctor two years ago.

Everyoneknew that Jessica was a dancer, but who remembered that she was a dancer either?

Knock-knock.

There was a knock at the door...

Angela wiped her tears. She stood up while enduring the pain and opened the door, "What can I do for

you?"

Standing at the door was Raya, the guest who stood up for her.

Seeing her keep staring at her legs, Angela scrambled to lower her leg while her right hand was still

covering the shredded dress. What a mess!

"Are they bullying you?"

Raya heard the cries in the workroom before knocking on the door, and now seeing the creepy bruises

on Angela's legs, she was nothing but shocked and angry, "I'm a lawyer, you can tell me if you have

any problem. I'll help you!"

"Thank you, but never mind."

Abandoned by her family and friends but cared for by a stranger, Angela couldn't tell how strange she

felt.

"Are you afraid it's too expensive to hire a lawyer?"

Raya patted her chest, "It's Okay, I won't charge you!

If I can't win this case, let my master help you, and I'll pay for the legal fees!"

"I really don’t need it, thank you."

Angela said.

Raya frowned, her doll face was full of puzzlement and anger, "Are you hiding anything that is hard to

tell?

Are you afraid this club will take revenge or......"

"This lady, don't be too kind to the bad guys. You will be framed."

Timothy walked over with a man in his fifties. She interrupted her in a queer sound, "Angela is a

criminal, you'd better stay away from her."

Seeing Angela's face, the old man wanted to make love with her, but after hearing that,

Rayawas stunned. This cleaner seemed quite introverted and gentle, how could it be?

"You don't believe me?"

Timothy let go of the old man and walked to Angela, shoving her, " Tell her the truth by yourself!"

Angela hated people touching her since she was a little child, especially shoving her, but that quirk was

forced to be changed when she was in prison, "Two years ago, I was put into prison for attempted

murder."

"Er... "

Raya was accosted, shocked, embarrassed and felt some unspeakable emotions, "I... "

"Thank you for your kindness, I have work to do, so I'll go first."

Angela got used to people's reactions when they found out she was a murderer.

She turned and grabbed her cleaning tools and went out of the door. Then, she closed the workroom.

Timothy regained her arm on the old man's arm, the corners of her eyes flicked up, hiding complacency

and jealousy, “A beautiful murderer is still a murderer. Mr. Near, you should stay away from her next

time you see her. Who knows if she is plotting against your life."

Angela was mopping the floor in front of her. And she said it in a deliberate loud voice to make Angela

heard.