Desperate Lovers

Chapter 187 Don’t Have to Thank Me

"Angela's treatment will rely on you during this time." James glanced at the direction Angela was

leaving, then turned to Roland and said.

The corners of Roland's mouth are slightly curved, "I was entrusted by my aunt to treat Miss Angela, so

you don't have to thank me."

Looking at Roland, James said goodbye politely, and then left Roland’s house.

Angela, with her head down and her expression unclear, was waiting for the elevator in the corridor, but

she was surrounded by a lonely atmosphere. James' eyes darkened, and he walked to her side.

The elevator car arrived, and they entered the elevator. No one spoke until they got off the elevator car.

They were lovers in name, but in fact they were worse than strangers.

Angela raised her head and asked blankly when she got out of the elevator.

"Why are you coming here for me? Are you worried that I have an affair with Dr. Roland? "

“No.”

He just didn't like seeing her get too close to another man, even knowing that there was nothing

between them.

Angela looked straight at him, and after a long time, she sneered.

Seeing the two coming over, the driver had already opened the back door and stood next to the

Bentley, "Mr James, Miss Angela."

The driver had a packet of napkin in his hand and was hesitating whether giving it to Angela.

"Give it to me." Angela took the napkin and pulled out a few to lay on the seat, and a few more to lay

under the seat.

James's eyes were obscure as he pulled Angela to stand up straight, grabbed those napkins she had

laid out, tossed them into a ball, and handed it to the driver on the side, “Throw them away."

“OK.”

Seeing his unpleasant expression, the driver took the napkin ball with trembling hands, and walked to

the trash can not far away.

Surrounded by James's aura, Angela frowned and pushed him away with force, standing aside and

sneering,

"Don't you think I am dirty?"

Regardless of whether it was intentional or not, she just pushed on James' injured lower abdomen.

Large drops of sweat flowed down his forehead. His handsome face was as pale as white paper, "It

was my fault."

Angela glanced at him with a sullen face, and got into the car with her lips tight.

As soon as the driver returned, he saw James clutching his abdomen. He immediately held James and

asked anxiously,

"Mr James, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, let's go."

James responded indifferently, pushed the driver away, got into the car and sat beside Angela.

They remained silent all the way.

When they arrived at the hospital, James's attending doctor was looking for someone in a hurry with a

few nurses.

"Mr James, your wound is very deep, so it's better for you to stay in the ward and take a rest! If you

walk around at will, it will be difficult for your wound to heal. It doesn’t matter if you recover slowly, but

it’s not good if the wound is infected! "

The doctor walked over to James and spoke bitterly.

Angela didn't even stay, but simply ignored James and followed the doctor back to her ward. Then she

closed the door and locked it.

Watching her disappear from his sight, James' eyes darkened a bit, and then he hummed at the doctor

and walked towards Angela's ward.

He stood in the ward for a moment, raising his hand, but releasing it before it knocked on the door, and

then he went back to the ward next to her.

The doctor watched him leave and sighed heavily, lamenting,

“The rich people I have treated are extremely afraid of death, but why don't you take your life

seriously?"

"Ahem."

A nurse took a few glances in the direction of Angela and James, said with a low voice,

"I heard that Miss Angela's leg was broken by Mr James, such a ruthless man!"

"Everyone was saying that the other day when Greyson stabbed Mr James with a dagger, he didn't

even dodge!

He was simply playing with his life!"

"There are quite a few people who are ruthless to others, but those who are ruthless to themselves like

Mr James ...... seriously, are a bit scary."

Several people said a few gossips, and then separated soon to take care of their own business.

Angela stayed in the hospital for another week before her attending doctor; Dr. Chandler prescribed her

a bunch of medication and told her that she could be discharged. But she had to take the medication to

slowly regulate her body.

James was discharged from the hospital the next day, as he had to deal with something urgent in the

company.

Angela heard it from Denise, James’ mother, but she was not interested in what he was up to.

"The discharge procedures have been completed." Roland said,

"I was so busy these days that I didn't have time to see you. I'm really sorry." Angela said lightly,

"You are too kind."

"It just so happens that I have nothing to do today, so let me send you home."

Roland asked, "Where do you live?"

Angela was at a loss for a moment. She couldn't go back to the Chante family, and has lost her job at

Dream Club... She didn't even have a place to stay.

"I bought a small apartment in the suburbs some time ago.

I planned to live there in the future, but my mother and aunt disagreed.

Now that the apartment is empty and useless, why don't you live there for now? "

Roland made no mention of her embarrassment at all.

"Dr. Roland, thank you for your kindness, but there's not necessary."

Angela said,

"I haven't figured out what job to do. After I get a job, I want to rent an apartment close to the place of

work." Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Director Eleanor should be very annoyed by the close contact between her and Dr. Roland.

Roland didn't force her, "That's not bad.

But do tell me where you live, because your legs need regular treatment. "

“I don't want to bother you. Just tell me how often I need to come for the treatment, and I will come to

the hospital on time. "

Angela knew that Dr. Roland’s attention for her was entirely out of Auntie Susan's instructions. He may

not be willing to do it personally.

Roland smiled, "In the past, it was always girls who followed me and asked for my address, but I

refused. This time it's my turn to ask for Miss Angela's address and be refused. Is this retribution??"

"Just take it as I claim some justice for the girls" Angela smiled.

The two spoke for a while. Roland told her to come to the hospital once a week, and gave her a mobile

phone number, and then left with the nurse who came for him.

Angela didn't bring much luggage when she came, so she carried a bag and went into the elevator.

But she didn't expect that when she got off the elevator, she met Gabriela who came to pick her up.

Gabriela wore a black suit as usual, but she was outstanding with a hot figure, and attracted a lot of

people's attention. She was very prominent in the crowds of people.

"Angela, hey." Gabriela smiled at Angela, as if there was a ripple in her peach blossom eyes.

Angela wanted to leave with the crowd, but was suddenly called by Gabriela. She pursed her lips and

walked over.

As if she didn't realize her reluctance, Gabriela walked out gracefully with her, "Mr James reminded me

to come early, but I didn't expect someone to make trouble in the club early in the morning, so I came

late."

When they got out of the hospital and was about to get in the car, someone called her.

"Angela, wait a minute!" Elva ran over and said breathlessly,

"Since you don't work in the Dream Club anymore, come home with me."