Desperate Lovers

Chapter 336 Why Are You in My Home?

"... OK," James replied with a pair of deep eyes after a pause.

It could lie over for now, but he would ask for it doubly from her as compensation.

Angela felt relieved with his promise. She sat back in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt.

Remnants of the thrilling fervor extended inside the car.

Angela cast her eyes to the window awkwardly, and at the sight of her reflection, a blushing woman, in

the glass, she was startled before turning back to sit up.

She let out a dry cough and asked, "You have had an agreement with Mr. Sutton to delay the lung

cancer drug program ...."

She didn't know how to continue on this topic after she started it.

"The postponement was common when it came to a new drug. I could do nothing but feel sorry for

grandpa’s lack of luck if he fails to hold out," James said serenely. "Identically, he would claim you were

unlucky if you had been thrown to the prison and got ... murdered by a prisoner."

Hearing that, Angela felt at ease, and a chill down her spine at the same time.

She felt at ease because Lawson would not have much time to live without the support of the new drug,

so she wouldn't have to get along in fear of him anymore.

However, she was afraid that if James could deal with Lawson that way, then others could do the same

to them.

It was so hidden that they could get off easily.

The world was horrible for its cruel realism.

After getting off the car, Angela was carried home by James in his arms.

She considered it extremely awkward to behave so intimately with someone in the public, but it's

useless for her to resist. He said it's bad for the baby if she walked in her high heels and carried her

into the villa by force.

Lorenzo came out to welcome them on their arrival, along with several servants.

At the sight of this scene, he looked surprised before his face was soon suffused with joy, which he

could barely conceal.

"You are so devoted to each other, just like how Elva and I used to be when we were young," Lorenzo

asked a servant to bring some tea and fruits while he sat on the sofa and chatted with James.

In the living room, James took off both of Angela's high heels altogether and gave her a massage on

her feet. "Oh, really? Then I have a long way to go since I'm not treating her with enough care."

Lorenzo was stunned for a moment before he came to realized that James had implied he hadn't been

treating Elva well.

Angela had no spare attention to his expressions, for her own face was burning.

She tried to force her feet out of his grasp, while James was holding them tight even though he

appeared otherwise.

Moreover, when she was pulling them back, he looked down and gestured to kiss her on the shins and

feet, rendering her frozen out of shock, fearing he would do something more embarrassing.

"Good girl!" James smiled and patted her on the head with approval.

Angela, "..."

Even her neck grew pink.

"I'm sleepy. I'm going upstairs to have a rest." Angela stood up and ran directly upstairs with her bare

feet.

Before she could step on the stair, her waist got held by a pair of hands, and she found herself in the

air the next instant — James lifted her up on his arms.

"Isn’t it cold on the floor?" James looked down at her, "Uh?"

Angela landed her arms around his neck mutely.

James let out a teasing laugh and kissed her gently on the forehead before carrying her upstairs.

"James, we had an agreement before ...." Lorenzo had intended to talk about it during their chat, but

James didn't give him the chance, which forced him to ask about it now.

Without a stop, James replied casually, "Tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at the latest, The Harvey

Group will send a representative to discuss it with you in detail."

His words had hardly finished when he got to the stair corner.

With that, Lorenzo gave a sigh of relief, sat back on the sofa, and then asked a servant to take out a

bottle of wine he treasured for a long time.

His promise had taken a load off his mind.

His children and wife blamed him all day long, but had they ever seen his stress, or known how many

things he had to worry about?

No!

What they had been doing was just enjoying what they owned and nitpicking his flaws!

The next day was Saturday, a day off.

Angela didn't get up until nine, since she needed a much longer sleep after she was pregnant.

"You awake." James had dressed already, and now he's sitting beside her, reading some documents.

On seeing her getting up, he put away the documents and then went downstairs to have breakfast with

her.

While they were eating, a servant came in and said, "Young Master, Mrs. Brown is here."

Angela looked at James.

James picked some food with his chopsticks and put it on her plate, "I told her to come today, but I

don't know she comes so early."

"Oh." Angela put her chopsticks down, wiped the corners of her mouth, and stood up.

He rose to his feet and stopped her with a pull, "What are you doing? Let her wait outside, and you can

go out to see her after having your meal."

"... She's my senior," Angela said.

James pressed on her shoulders with his hands, "Enjoy your meal. She will be there."

Then he turned to a servant and asked him to inform Mrs. Brown.

Angela had no choice but to sit down and eat, but her moves became much more rapid than usual.

After she rushed her meal, Angela wiped her mouth and said, "Take your time, I'm going outside to

meet Mrs. Brown."

"I'll go with you." James stood up and walked out holding her hand.

Angela attempted to free her hand, "We'd better not hold hands in front of the senior."

She felt embarrassed anyway.

James didn't let her go and raised his eyebrow slightly, "We have a child already, so what's wrong with

holding hands?"

Angela couldn't beat him in the depute. Besides, it's indeed normal behavior for lovers to holding

hands, just a little lovey-dovey.

The two entered the living room with their fingers entwined, and Mrs. Brown was there along with

Salim, whose face was glum, apparently reluctant to come here.

"Why do you rush your meals? You can take your time. I have nothing to do anyway, and I can wait!"

Mrs. Brown smiled with flattery.

Salim sniffed as if he wanted to say something. However, at the sight of James, he pouted and said

nothing.

As Angela's senior, Mrs. Brown gave a barely favorable impression on her. However, it's not

appropriate for her to talk badly to the woman since she was her mother's friend. What's more, this time

she had to ask a favor of her.

"Sorry to let you wait," Angela apologized before she asked a servant to bring some tea, snacks, and

fruits.

"That's all right. I'm not in a hurry, not at all!" Mrs. Brown said to her briefly before she turned to James

to ask with a bit of eagerness, "Mr. Harvey, what about the cooperation you have mentioned?"

Angela was amazed somewhat. What did she mean by "the cooperation"?

"I don't feel like going to the workplace Saturday. I know you are Mrs. Chante's close friend, so I invited

you here to talk about the cooperation. I hope you don't mind," James said.

Mrs. Brown beamed with her eyes turning to mere slits, "Mr. Harvey, you are so humble. It's our

pleasure to cooperate with the Harvey Group. It's not a big deal to wait for a while!"

With that, Salim couldn't help moaning discontentedly, "Mr. Harvey is on such good terms with Sean, so

would he cooperate with me? I doubt if he is serious." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Mrs. Brown shot an angry glare at him, but he still stared at James, stiffening his neck.