Desperate Lovers

Chapter 173 You know what to choose

James lowered his eyes to avoid her hateful and disgusted gaze and said, "You know what to choose."

"Interesting." Angela sneered, her fists turning a little pale from overexertion, "James, the thing I regret

most in my life is having loved you before!"

She turned around, pulled the door open and left.

Watching her figure disappearing slowly in his sight, James subconsciously raised his foot, but before

he even stepped out, he retracted it.

Luna glanced towards the door for a few times, then said reluctantly,

"Mr. James, if you really love Angela, you should know how much it hurts for her to stay by your side. If

I were you, I'd let her go."

"But you're not me." James said.

Luna looked at him with a complicated expression and said,

"Even Angela stopped loving you from a long time ago; you are still forcing her to stay with you?"

“Yes!” James did not hesitate to answer her.

He had never imagined his life without Angela, neither in the past nor now.

Luna sighed, and said with mixed emotions,

"That's not love at all, it's just selfishness!

Angela told me loving you is her biggest regret in life!"

James looked at her coldly, unmoved.

In fact, if it were not for the fact that Luna was Angela's sister-in-law, he would not even listen to this

nonsense from her.

Luna glanced at him without another word, then pulled the door open and went out with an ashen look.

After Angela came out of James's ward, she met Roland.

There was a woman in gown standing next to him. With a cute face, she looked at him shyly and

fascinated.

"Doctor Roland, thank you so much for treating my leg. My legs have always been in pain due to

dancing. The pain has been there for a long time. If it were not for you, I would still have to suffer that

pain."

Roland smiled, showing his deep dimples on his face, "It's just my duty as a doctor, Miss Fante is being

too polite."

"I am truly grateful to you!"

The woman's voice was soft and gentle, "I'll be discharged soon, why don't we friend each other on

social media, so I can treat you to dinner later."

The smile on Roland's face lightened a bit, “You are so polite that I am feeling embarrassed now."

Without waiting for the girl to say anything else, he suddenly looked at Angela and said,

“Oh, Miss Angela, where have you been?

Isn't it the time we made an appointment for your legs?"

Angela, “…”

"I got a little bored staying in the ward, so I walked around for a while." said Angela.

"Okay, I forgive you, but you can't do it next time. I have to shorten my time for a meal. My time is

precious."

While Roland was talking, he already pushed her back into the ward.

Miss Fante was following the two and tried to say something else, but before she could enter the ward,

the door snapped shut from inside, nearly hitting her nose.

“You reacted fast." Roland said as he closed the door.

Angela glanced at him and sat down on the hospital bed with red eyes, “You are a good actor, I almost

really believed that."

"You are flattering me." Roland’s dimples popped up again, "But I'm not lying, when we ran into each

other just now, I was coming for your leg."

Though it was still unpleasant between Angela and James, at least she was sure that he would not

break her leg again, so the wish of healing the leg got lively.

"So, can you...... cure it?"

She was afraid to get her hopes up too high, but she could not manage to have no hopes either.

Roland sighed, "According to my conservative estimate -"

As he stretched out his tone, Angela's heart stuttered, and her heart sank as she looked at his face.

Surely she should not even hold any hopes, or she would only be disappointed later!

"A conservative estimate is that it can be cured, and it will take a year and a half at most."

Roland smiled while pointing at her injured right leg, then continued under her surprised gaze,

"This leg will definitely go up in value later."

The joy of having her leg cured momentarily chased away the distresses caused by James, so Angela

subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"The leg that is going to make the most beautiful dance in the world certainly will go up in value."

Roland raised his eyebrows slightly, bright stars shining under his eyes.

Both Roland and Raya had the special magic of lightening up her mood.

Angela's taut spine relaxed a bit, then she said with a small curve on her lips, "How do you know I used

to dance?"

"How do you think if I told you my great aunt talked about you all the time?" Roland said helplessly.

As they mentioned Aunt Susan, Angela suddenly thought of her mom and dad.

She lowered her eyes, with the very small curve of her mouth long gone, said, "Aunt Susan has been

very good to me."

"It's true." Roland's eyes were tinged with a sense of speechless, "I used to be the best in her mouth,

but ever since she met you, I had to settle for the second best."

Angela kept her head down and did not say anything.

"Your leg bone has grown a little crooked, so we need to have an operation to correct the direction first,

then treat it later with acupuncture and massage. Are you ok with that?"

Seeing that she was in a depressed mood, Roland cut his nonsenses and went straight to the point.

"No problem." Angela replied, but she suddenly looked up and asked,

"Is the chance of having an operational accident high during the surgery?"

Roland thought she was afraid, so he smiled to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, the surgical conditions

and techniques in this area are very mature, so there would not be accidents except for some very rare

cases."

Angela responded, her eyes dulling.

She was thinking that if the chances of an having an operational accident were high, she might be able

to fake a surgical accident, then issue a death certificate to leave James.

But now it seemed that she was being whimsy.

Roland did not know why she was suddenly in a low spirit, so he just guided her to lie down on the bed

and said after sticking needles on her.

"When will you be free?"

“I...... should always have time."

Angela paused for a moment before answering.

"Here's the thing." Roland said, "My great aunt asked me to bring a message for you. She wants to

invite you for a casual dinner when you are available. She's been working on a lot of new cuisines

lately."

Toot--

The phone vibrated suddenly.

Roland picked up his phone and glanced at it, sighed inaudibly, and added, "Miss Angela, are you free

tonight?

Ant Susan wants you to come over for dinner tonight."

Angela was just about to say yes when someone knocked on the door, then pushed in without waiting

for her to answer.

The person who came in was Elva. Though it had only been a few days that she did not see Elva, the

wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to have grown deeper, and she looked older by five or six

years suddenly.

Elva thought that she would not be able to get in today as usual, and did not expect to push it open

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"Angela," Elva walked over to the hospital bed, took Angela's hands, and said,

"I made it all clear with your father. You can come home now."