Desperate Lovers

Chapter 205 I Didn't Doubt You

"Auntie called you to give you this?" Angela asked after taking the two small bags.

Sitting on the chair, Roland put her hedgehog-like legs on his, and turned a few needles with a serious

expression, "Yes. I happened to be studying a subject recently, and she asked me some questions, so I

came back late."

With the two bags in her hand, Angela looked slightly indifferent.

As soon as Eleanor called Dr. Roland over, Lawson came over. What a coincidence!

After a while, Roland removed the needle for her leg and said, "It just happens that I am resting today. I

will send you back."

"Thank you, Dr. Roland." Bamboo Estate did not allow taxis to enter, so Dr. Roland sending her back

could save more than 20 minutes of walking for her.

Roland drove Angela to Bamboo Estate.

"Dr. Roland, if you don't mind, please come in and sit for a while before leaving." Angela got out of the

car and said.

Roland didn't refuse her, and after parking the car, he followed her into the villa, "Miss Angela, you

seem to be in a good mood after you came out of the hospital."

"Is it obvious?" Angela asked.

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you think there is a big difference between a pomegranate and

a grinning pomegranate?"

"The metaphor you use is very special. It's the first time I heard someone describe it like that." The two

entered the living room side by side, and Angela asked Roland, "Do you prefer tea or coffee?"

Roland smiled, "Tea is good. Coffee is not healthy."

"Well, wait a moment." Angela was about to make tea when she suddenly remembered something:

She didn't know if there was tea or not, even if there was, she didn't know where it was.

Roland glanced at Angela, who hadn't moved for a long time, and then glanced at the villa that didn't

have a life-like atmosphere. "Sorry, Miss Angela, I suddenly remembered that I had a mild cold. It's

better for me to drink plain water."

"Okay, I'm going to boil the water first." Angela smiled at him, slightly embarrassed, then turned around

and went into the kitchen, but found that James was also in the kitchen.

He didn't wear a suit jacket or tie. Two black shirt buttons were open, revealing a charming collarbone.

There was a strong smell of wine on his body, and a bowl of hangover soup was placed on the counter

behind him.

Glancing at him faintly, Angela stopped smiling and walked around him to get the kettle.

James followed her step by step, "It was 1:35 p.m. when you left the hotel, but now it is 3:48p.m."

"More than two hours is enough." Angela turned around after getting ready for the water, but didn't

expect him to stand so close to her. Their bodies were almost sticking together.

James put his hands on the desk behind her and circled her in his arms, "I didn't doubt you, but I don't

like you being alone with other men."

They were very close, so the smell of alcohol when he spoke was directed at Angela's face. She

wanted to step back to enlarge the distance between them, but behind her was the counter, so there

was no way to go.

"I have nothing to do with that woman. Don't get me wrong." James looked down at her. The

appearance of him in her eyes made his heart beat faster.

He was still stained with a woman's pungent perfume. Angela frowned, "It has nothing to do with me

whether you have anything to do with other women."

She really didn't like the feeling of being held in his arms. She leaned back slightly, trying to stretch the

distance between them. But the more she leaned back, the closer he got.

"If you really didn't care, why were you angry at the time?" James held her up and stared at her lips.

"I'm not angry. You misunderstood me." His gaze made Angela uncomfortable, and she turned her

head and frowned, trying to push him away.

But James didn't move. Instead, he touched her chin, turned her face, and kissed her.

The sound of the kettle humming in the ear made them anxious.

Angela frowned and glanced at him, then bit her lips tightly to turn off the stove. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

As James' footsteps approached behind her, Angela was very angry, "James, if you dare to move

again, I will pour the water in the kettle on you!"

"If I want to do it, will I wait until now?" James reached out a hand to hold the kettle, "Put it down."

Angela frowned and didn't move.

"Do you know where the tea is?" James looked down at her. Angela hesitated and let go of the kettle.

"Go to the living room." James took the kettle and put it on the counter, then walked to the cabinet next

to the refrigerator and took out a box of tea.

Angela glanced at him, wiped hard on her lips a few times, and went to the living room.

Roland looked up at her, and his eyes stopped on her lips.

"Allergic." Angela wiped her lower lip again, and then sat on the sofa opposite to Roland.

He just glanced at her, and then immediately withdrew his gaze. But the dissipated temperature on her

mouth made her cheeks hot.

She stood up, "I'll get you some fruit."

"Fruit is here. Sit down." A big warm hand fell on her shoulder and pressed her down.

Angela looked up and saw James put a plate of fruit on the table, and then went into the kitchen again.

After a short while, he walked out with a tray with a teapot and a few teacups.

"Dr. Roland, please taste this tea." James poured a cup of tea and pushed towards

Roland.