Desperate Lovers

Chapter 231 Why Are You Following Me Around?

However, James didn’t cast another glance at the ward, pulled her straight to the doctor and asked the

doctor to treat the wound on her face.

When it was done, James grabbed her hand silently and walked out.

Angela frowned and shook his hand off. "Are you sure you won’t regret doing this?"

"Why should I?" James looked down at the swollen palm print on her cheek and asked, "Who did that,

grandpa or Felix’s men?"

Angela’s brows puckered in a frown and she said in a serious tone, "You don’t have to do this."

After a pause, she added, "I can’t forgive you."

"You must be tired after a long and busy day, right?" Dejection flashed across James’s eyes, but he

recovered his usual composure soon. "Let’s go."

He stretched out his hand to grab her.

Angela jerked back to avoid his touch. "I have to see the doctor for my leg. You can go back now."

After that, she walked to the other end of the corridor.

James pinched his lips, brushed his messy hair from running with his hand and followed behind her

step by step.

It was just an excuse. Angela went to see the doctor about her leg, because she just didn’t want to be

with James.

Now he was following closely behind her. Finally, Angela frowned and couldn’t resist asking, "Why are Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

you following me around?"

"To be with you." Angela’s figure was reflected in James’ pupils. His dark eyes were like a bottomless

abyss, drawing her in.

Angela was not used to being watched by him like this. She dropped her eyes to avoid his gaze, and

said in a gentle tone, but she still didn’t sound very friendly, "No, thanks. Just go back. I’ll go back after

Dr. Roland examines my leg."

James didn’t move, his eyes fixing on her.

Seeing that, Angela frowned.

"You would rather work with grandpa than stay with me, and how can I believe you won’t go back

later?" James said in a slightly hoarse voice with bloodshot eyes.

Angela puckered her lips with a gloomy face and said nothing. Then she turned around and walked in

the opposite direction.

Following behind her, James took off his suit and draped it over her shoulders. However, the white shirt

inside was almost soaked, sticking to his body.

Seeing that Angela was about to shrug the suit off, James added, "Catching cold may cause a relapse

of pulmonary edema. I know you don’t like me, but you don’t have to make yourself suffer."

Angela glanced at the suit draping over her body, then at the two distinct red dots on his chest. She

frowned, but said nothing more.

The two of them went into Roland’s office.

Besides Roland, there was a beautiful lady in patient uniform in the office. Angela remembered she had

seen this beautiful woman before. Roland had called her Miss Milana at that time, and she was a

dancer.

Seeing that Angela had come, Roland nodded to greet her, pointed at the chairs aside, and signaled

her and James to wait for a while.

Since Angela had been busy most of the day with her nerves on edge, she was exhausted now, both

physically and emotionally, so she walked straight to the chair and sat down.

James didn’t seem to be in a good mental state either, but he didn’t sit down. Instead, he stood next to

her, his eyes fixing on her.

When James had arrived at the scene of the accident, Angela was nowhere to be seen, while the man

on the passenger seat had died of excessive blood loss before the ambulance arrived.

James couldn’t imagine if Angela was on the passenger seat. He clenched his fists, and the color of his

face changed.

Angela didn’t feel comfortable being stared by James. "There’s a chair. You may sit over there."

James caught a glimpse of the chair, moved it to her side, sat down, and went on watching her.

"Dr. Roland," Miss Milana looked shy. "I accidentally cut my leg while dancing. How long do you think I

should stay in the hospital?"

Roland drew back his gaze from Angela and James, sighed and answered, "Luckily, you came in time."

When Miss Milana heard it, the shyness on her face turned into shock instantly. "How… how’s my

wound?"

"If you came a little later, the wound would heal up," Roland said.

Miss Milana blushed immediately, mumbling something to herself.

"Don’t come to the hospital again if not necessary, Miss Milana." Roland looked a little cold. "There are

many patients lining up outside, waiting for medical treatment and hospitalization right now. You’re

wasting medical resource by doing this!"

Miss Milana was just a girl in her early 20s and seemed young and naive. Now that she was rebuked

by Roland, she was so ashamed that her eyes turned red and tears kept streaming down.

"I’m… I’m sorry," Miss Milana made an apology awkwardly and went out, wiping away her tears.

Angela watched her running away. It suddenly occurred to her that she used to pester and follow

James all the time. However, she was a cheeky girl, and she always ended up with James agreeing to

her demands with a darkened face and then warning her that it was the last time.

"How’s your leg recently, Miss Angela?" Roland stood up, walked up to Angela, squatted down and

lifted her skirt up.

Watching his movements, James knit his brows slightly and got to his feet subconsciously. After that,

he sat down again under Angela and Roland’s gaze.

"Not bad," thinking of what Roland had just said to Miss Milana, Angela replied, "It has just been five

days since you checked my leg last time. I got the time wrong. Please see other patients, Dr. Roland.

I’ll come again the day after tomorrow."

When Angela faked a relapse of pulmonary edema at that time, Dr. Chandler, her attending doctor, as

well as those nurses coming to her rescue, was very angry, saying that she was wasting the medical

resource.

Angela stood up and was about to leave, but Roland kept her down. "Since you are here, Miss Angela,

we can check it today."

"Will I mess up your schedule, Dr. Roland?" Angela asked.

Roland looked up and smiled at her, two deep dimples appearing on his cheeks. "No."

James watched the two of them talking and laughing, his eyelashes fluttering, and he asked

indifferently, "How do you think about the recovery of my girlfriend’s leg injury, Dr. Roland?"

Seeing Roland’s hands running over Angela’s leg, James placed his hand on the armrest, his fingers

tapping.

"It’s just a primary survey just now, and her leg hasn’t started to recover yet." Roland’s smile wavered

while he was talking to James. "The condition of Miss Angela’s leg is better than I imagined."

Angela’s eyes gleamed when she heard that. She wanted to ask Roland if he meant her leg injury

would heal up.

But at last, she just opened her mouth, saying nothing, for she feared that the higher the expectation,

the greater the disappointment.

"Will her leg injury heal?" James asked.

Roland pulled down Angela’s skirt, rose to his feet, glanced at James and answered, "If President

Harvey had been more gentle to her at that time, there should have been no problem, but I can’t

guarantee anything as it stands."

Angela’s eyes were dimmed.

"But you just said that it was better than you imagined." James’ frown deepened.

Roland raised his hand and smoothed the creases out of his white robe. "Even if the condition has

turned from very bad to bad, it can be considered as 'better than I imagined', right?"