Desperate Lovers

Chapter 83 I fucking told you to get up

“Hm. ” James answered lightly, his gaze sweeping over her pale face and chapped lips, he seemingly

frowned slightly.

"It's almost 1 p.m., you must be starving."

Greyson gave James a sharp glare, and came to Angela with two takeaways. "These are the ones you

like, just a little cold. Have some first to fill your stomach, I'll order a few more hot ones for you."

Denise smiled, "They say that Greyson loves his wife and little sister very much. Now I see it's quite

true."

"Thank you, Mr. Greyson."

Angela saw James from the corner of her eye, the word “ brother” was just on the tip of her tongue for a

long time, but in the end, Angela changed her words, “It is a pity that I don't like these anymore."

Greyson was confused by her calling him Mr. Greyson, and threw the two takeaway bags in his hand

away and asked,

"You don’t like eating these now?

I see, tell me what do you want to eat now and I'll order it for you. If they don't provide takeaway, I'll go

and pack them for you!"

"No, thank you, Mr. Greyson."

Angela looked up and winked at Greyson, signaling him to stop talking.

Oberving the small gestures between the two, as well as Angela's fear of James, Denise lifted her

messy hair behind her ear and sighed softly in nearly inaudible tones.

If it was two years ago, Greyson would have put up with it.

But anger and guilt, suppressed in his heart for two years, had already taken a dominant position, and

such emotions almost immediately overwhelmed the so-called sanity when he saw Angela bending

over to James.

"Don't be afraid of him!"

Greyson clenched his fists, veins on his neck popped out, his face was unusually fierce, "I’m not a

member of the Chante family anymore. James, you don't fucking try to coerce me with those interests

of the Chante Group again!"

He stood in front of Angela, and looked straight at James, "Angela, don't be afraid. From now on, your

big brother will never leave you behind again!"

The corners of her eyes twitched and tears came to her eyes almost instantly.

Angela trembled and took a deep breath, tugged hard at Greyson's coat, shook her head at him

vigorously, but she felt like her throat was blocked by a sponge that she couldn’t say a single word.

"What a loved brother and sister, it is really quite touching."

James moved his lips slightly, but there was no smile under his eyes.

Angela struggled to get off the bed, then came to James and went down on her kneels in front of him.

Her voice was extremely hoarse, "After I got out of prison, this was the first time I'd seen my brother,

and you happened to be here."

James was towering over her, the emotion showing in his eyes was obscure, "So fond of kneeling for

people?"

“Are you insane?”

Greyson roared, his eyes filled with unbelievable emotions. He stretched out his hand to pull her, "Get

up!"

Denise’s face actually changed. She got up to pull Angela, "Angela, what are you doing?

Stand up straight and tell us what you are trying to say!"

"Auntie, brother, if you are really good to me, then just let me kneel."

Angela shook her head at them, remained on her knees.

Denise let go of Angela and her eyes fell on James, "James, tell Angela to stand up."

"Since she likes to kneel so much, just let her do it."

James spoke indifferently, casually unbuttoning two buttons on his shirt, and then felt his breathing a

little smoother.

Greyson's handsome face looked livid, and he pulled Angela's hand tightly, "Get up!

I am fucking telling you to get up, are you deaf?!"

Angela let him tug on one of her hands and knelt on the ground firmly, raising her hand and swearing,

her face full of pleading, "Mr. James, I promise this is the last time I meet with my brother, and it will

never happen again."

She pursed her mouth into a line, her lips trembling slightly, "If I have any more contact with my brother,

may...”

She swallowed hard, "May a car run into me when I’m outside and may lightning strike me on a rainy

day, I'd be burning in hell!"

James looked down at her, his lips twitching but not making a sound.

Silence.

The ward was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.

"Fuck, from now on, I'll pretend I don't have the little sister of you!"

Greyson threw the two takeaways on the floor, stepped heavily on them a few times, and dashed out

with red eyes.

BANG!

The door was slammed heavily shut.

Angela's throat tightened, eyes in pain, and it took all her strength to maintain the posture of kneeling.

Her brother must be angry...

Surely he was angry. He always hated people who just put up with everything like a useless coward,

and she just happened to be one of those right now.

Perhaps it was for the best. She didn't have to think hard to keep her brother away from her to protect

him.

But from now on, probably no one in this world... would care about her anymore... NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Stand up.”

James cast a side glance at her, looked away, and sat down on the companion bed, his fingers tapping

lightly on the table.

Denise took Angela's hand and said softly,

"You still have a wound in your leg, stand up."

Angela was still getting down on her knees without moving and looked at James obstinately, "Mr.

James, could you leave my brother out of it this time?

I promise this is..."

The last time.

The door suddenly burst open, and Greyson rushed in hurriedly and boldly, kneeling in front of James

without warning and kowtowing with a dull thud.

He kept kowtowing with great force, and after only a few kowtows, his forehead ran red with blood, with

blood faintly seeping out.

"Stop it-"

Each kowtow he made to James broke Angela's heart, and she went to help him up with a trembling

hand.

Greyson threw off her hand, controlled his fury and looked at James, begging for mercy with someone

for the first time, "James, you could break my legs, send me to jail, make me kneel at the Dream

Club...Whatever you want to do, just please let my sister go."

Blood flowed down his forehead and into his eyes, which made his eyes hurt, tears mixed with blood

flowing out, "My sister is only 20 years old, and she has a long road ahead of her. She can't be trapped

in the Dream Club for the rest of her life!"

Angela felt her throat tightening, and she couldn't even utter a single word, as if something was wrong

with her vocal suddenly.

Her brother...

“I beg you!”

Greyson hit his head on the ground heavily and didn't get up for a long time.

The ward was extremely quiet, and only the sound of James knocking on the table remained, continued

one after the other, and it sounded frightening.

"Greyson, Angela, both of you get up.

I’m here, James wouldn't dare to do anything."

After a long time, Denise said and went to help the brother and sister up.

Angela didn't dare to stand up. Although James was a filial son, he wasn't listening to auntie on each

thing, so she didn't dare to move.

Greyson didn't move either, his head still knocked on the ground, blood snaking down his forehead on

the ground.

The faint smell of blood mixing with the smell of disinfectant fluid in the ward smelled odd, which added

to the depressing atmosphere of the ward.

"James."

Denise glanced at James, "Come here and help them up."

James cast his eyes on the brother and sister for a moment, finally his eyes pausing on Angela, and

twinkled. “Hm. ” Said James indifferently, and got up to help Angela up.

His hands were warm to a comfortable range, but Angela felt her wrists that he was gripping at were

amazingly hot, so hot that she felt tortured.

She wasn't sure if she should stand up, since he hadn't said if he would forgive her brother this time.

"Don’t want to stand up?"

James let go of her and said coldly.

"Or you want me to pick you up?"