Desperate Lovers

Chapter 180 You're My Woman

“What are you doing here, mum?"

James asked after withdrawing his hand as if he didn't understand the deeper meaning in her words.

"I made some soup and wanted to bring it to Angela."

Denise asked the maid to serve the soup, then looked at him and said with a bit of displeasure,

"Why are you in Angela’s ward?

I remember telling you to stay away from Angela these days."

James glanced in Angela’s direction and replied, "The dangerous period has passed."

Angela frowned but didn’t say anything, which was a tacit admission.

Hearing this, Denise didn't overlook James' visit to Angela's ward.

"Miss Chante, this is the soup Madam personally boiled all night. Try it and see how it tastes."

The maid brought a bowl of soup and handed it to Angela with a smile.

Angela hadn't eaten for a long time and was a bit hungry, so she said “thank you” and took a small sip

from the bowl.

"Mr. Harvey." The servant served another bowl and brought it to James politely.

James lay on the bed because he couldn't move. "I don't want to drink it at this moment, put it down

first."

"Sit up and drink it for your health."

Denise took the bowl and said to him.

James smiled. The burning sensation on his neck had faded, but there was still some pain at his throat.

"It smells fishy and disgusting at this moment, so I don’t want to drink it."

He would never refuse like this in the past, so Denise became suspicious.

She gave him a look and suddenly lifted his clothes.

"You can't move with the anesthetic?" she asked, looking at the wound in his abdomen.

Hearing this, Angela slowed down drinking the soup and looked at the mother and the son with her

deep eyes.

James said “yes” lightly. "You might as well put my clothes down, since it's a bit cold."

"How did you get hurt?" Denise asked as she looked at the bandages and laid down his clothes.

James didn’t want to explain it. "It's just a small injury, and it will heal after a while. You don't have to

worry too much."

Seeing that he was unwilling to say, Denise frowned, but did not force him.

When she got up and was about to put the soup on the table, her eyes suddenly touched the pinch

marks on his neck. "What happened to your neck?" Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

The bowl in Angela's hand shook a little, and the soup inside nearly spilled onto the floor.

"It's OK." James frowned at Angela, and only when he saw that the soup hadn't spilled on her did his

tightly knitted brows loosened.

The maid asked as she looked into Angela's pale face.

“Angela, why are you so pale? Is there something wrong with you?"

Hearing this, Denise shifted her attention to Angela's pale face. Then she twisted her head to the pinch

marks on her son's neck that was clearly made by a woman's hand. There appeared a flash in her eyes

as she pondered.

"It's OK." Angela licked her dry lips.

The maid didn't think too much of it. “Then you should drink some bone broth, as it's very nourishing for

your health.”

"Yes, thanks." Angela noticed the glance from Denise, so she was worried and wondered if Denise

guessed the truth.

She could pinch James without any concerns, but he was after all the son of Denise, who was so good

to her. Naturally, she didn't want Denise to know these things.

"It's fine for you two to have your usual fights, but never do anything to endanger your lives."

Denise looked at James and Angela with an intentional gaze. “We only get one chance to live. If we

die, we will disappear forever."

This time Angela was sure that Denise knew what she did to James.

With a pale face, she clenched her hands tightly, and her thick and curly lashes trembled

uncontrollably.

There was a silence. Her back seemed to be weighed down with boulders, making it hard to straight

up.

The maid didn't know what was going on and was confused about the strange atmosphere in the ward.

"It was my fault," James broke the silence, taking all the blame on himself, "It was me who almost got

Angela killed a few times. I won’t do it again in the future."

Hearing this, Denise temporarily cast aside the unhappiness in her heart and said in surprise,

"You two ..."

"Nothing. We’ve just cleared the misunderstandings," James said,

"There's no use to regret. I will try to make up for her."

Denise glanced at the pinch marks on James's neck, wanting to say something, but finally she asked

Angela, “Do you ... really make up?"

Angela licked her dry lips, not knowing what to say.

"After what I've done, it's unlikely that a word of apology will make Angela forgive me,"

James took over, "For now, it's like my one-side making up."

Angela could hardly adapt to his suddenly changed attitude and preference. Besides, she felt it very

ridiculous.

If the misunderstanding was never resolved in this life, would he keep humiliating and torturing her like

he did before?

Denise sighed and didn't ask Angela anymore. "You should have asked Angela directly about your

misunderstanding, and she wouldn’t... "

She didn't finish the words, but just had a cryptic glance at Angela's right leg.

Angela felt uncomfortable and drew her right leg back. The way people looked at her right leg always

made her upset.

Denise stayed in the ward for a while. There was an emergency in the Harvey family, so she hurried

back.

Just before she went back, she gave Angela a rather complicated look, sympathetic, torn, helpless and

heartbroken.

"Thank you." After the door closed, Angela said to James with her expressionless face.

"You don’t have to thank me for that,"

James looked a little tired, "You're my woman, and I should protect you."

Angela frowned, disgusted by the words “you're my woman”.

She grunted and asked him, "What about your engagement to Jessica?"

"We're not engaged." James frowned for a few moments, but quickly returned to normal.

Angela sneered, "Although you’re not engaged now, won't you get engaged in the future?"

James wanted to say something. However, when he thought of it, he tightened his lips and didn't make

a sound.

"I'm not going to be your lover," Angela said word for word.

"It would be useless if you threaten me with my brother and sister-in-law. I'll never be a lover to

anyone!"

Her determined face was reflected in James's pupils. "I will find a way to deal with this matter."

"Maybe you can’t bear to leave Jessica?"

Angela taunted.

"No." James only said a word without any explanation.

Angela laughed, not believing what he said, but didn't say anything more about it.

She picked up the bowl and took small sips of her soup.

"I'm hungry, too," James said as he looked at her.

Angela glanced at him and stood up, answering him in a cool voice, "I'll find a nurse and ask her to

feed you."