Desperate Lovers

Chapter 21 Lack of Women?

Angela bit her lip and a thick taste of blood spread in her mouth.

She could feel the gastric acid reached her throat several times, but she forced it down.

Seeing she stay still for a long time, there was already impatience in the man's eyes.

The uproar got louder.

CRUNCH.

The door suddenly opened and James’s tall figure appeared in the doorway.

His gaze swept coldly across the box, and finally rest on Angela, who was kneeling on the ground. He

frowned for a few seconds.

Gabriela was lazily leaning against the wall with enchanting look.

The boisterous crowd quieted down, everyone stood orderly. And one or two guys hurried to open

windows for ventilation.

"Mr. Harvey…Mr. Harvey."

The man pushed Angela away and stood as disciplined as the others.

Angela grabbed the ashtray, but was suddenly pushed by him.

She fell down, and the ashtray shattered.

But at this time, no one even noticed her, and no one was bored enough to wonder what she was doing

with an ashtray.

She staggered to her feet and stood with her head bowing to the side.

Ashtray fragments stuck into her hand, and her blood trickled down to the floor.

James gazed at her bleeding hand and paused, moving away as if nothing happened.

No one spoke in the room. It was so quiet and scary.

"Lack of women?"

James passed over Angela and looked at the man behind her, "Shall I arrange someone for you?"

The man forced a smile, rolling his Adam's apple a few times, and stumbled.

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James grabbed him, and said faintly, " Never mind, you're a guest, and catering to your needs is what

the Dream Club is supposed to do.

Gabriela."

"I'm going to arrange someone for this handsome young man."

Gabriele hooked her red lips and threw a wink at the man, said slowly,

"How about six metrosexual men?"

The man's face went white, his calves and fingers couldn't stop trembling, and the urn of his nose was

covered by cold sweats.

"Don't be afraid."

Gabriela smiled coquettishly with an amorous look between her eyebrows, "I have medicine here, and

it is free. Just an extra gift for our honorable guest."

A cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead and he turned for help to the others, but they all avoided

his gaze.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the cold sweats on his head were flourishing, " Mr. Harvey, Mr.

Harvey, it...... is my fault, I shouldn't have caused trouble in your place.

I will come... next... time

He couldn't say anything as James was staring at him. His limbs went limp and poof, falling onto a

mixture of vomit and ashtray fragments.

Fifteen minutes later, Angela cleaned up the box and went out.

When she saw James standing in the hallway with his back to her, she frowned, grabbing her cleaning

tools, and headed to the opposite direction.

"Come here."

A cold male voice came behind him.

Angela pursed her lips and walked over to him with her head down, "Thanks for what just happened...."

"Do you really want to thank me?"

James looked down at her, with sarcasm in his eyes, "Or do you blame me for ruining your day?"

Angela suddenly looked up at him, full of surprise!

What did he... mean?

"What, you didn't succeed in hooking up with Felix that night and changed your target?"

James looked down at her bleeding hand and frowned slightly. He quickly averted his eyes, "Angela,

you can really fall in love with anyone."

The incredulity in Angela's eyes dissipated gradually and she lowered her head again, with her eyes

full of self-deprecation.

She actually thought he cared about her. How stupid she was!

Even if she had been raped by the disgusting man, he would still think it was her fault to seduce him,

wouldn't he?