Desperate Lovers

Chapter 20 It's You Who Made a Mistake

She looked up at him, "Don't worry, even if I die, you and your sister won't be invited to the funeral.

I don't ever want to see you two again in my life." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Angela,"

Danis clutched the ointment tightly, his light eyes were cold, "You're the one who did the wrong thing,

not me or Jessica."

Even if they wouldn’t meet, it should be because he and Jessica didn't want to see her, not the other

way around.

Angela sneered, with no other expression but a little sarcasm.

"It was a mistake for me to come here.

People like you who know your mistake but refused to change deserve whatever you get, not to

mention kneeling for two hours, kneeling for two days and two years are reasonable!"

Danis turned to the elevator and threw the ointment into the dustbin.

The ointment collided with the dustbin and made an unpleasant sound, making the atmosphere in the

hallway more depressing.

The supervisor blushed furiously and was about to punish her when a door to a box opened and a

head showed up, "Cleaner, come here. Someone vomited."

"Yes, sir.”

Angela took her cleaning tools and went inside the room.

The smell of cigarettes, alcohol, women's perfume and the sour smell of vomit were mixed together in

the room, and Angela could barely breathe.

"Excuse me."

She said, taking the rag to the coffee table and couch which were stained with a large amount of

vomitus.

The clear, beautiful female voice was particularly obvious in a smoky haze, and several men who were

flirting with the woman looked at her.

"I thought it was an old woman, but it's a pretty girl!"

"The face is pretty, but I can't see the body.

How about you take off your clothes and show it to me. If it’s good, can you be my woman from now

on?"

"Are you blind, this body is absolutely perfect!

“Beauty, be my woman, you'll definitely make more money than working here!"

Some men said something filthy.

Angela turned a deaf ear to their word, and took a rag to clean up the vomitus.

The sticky feeling of the rag on her hands and the sour, rotten smell under her nose made her stomach

churn. She gritted her teeth to bear it.

"I've got dirt on my shoes too, why not come here and wipe if for me?"

The man stared at her straight, his look was filthy.

Angela stood up and took a step back, trying to keep down the churning in her stomach, "The rag is

dirty. I'll get a new one."

She wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“Not necessary!”

The man stopped her with a frivolous look, "I don't mind, beauty."

Angela didn't move with her head down, and clutched the rag in her hand. Vomitus ran down the rag

and dropped onto her shoes and her clothes, which was disgusting.

Several people saw it. They moved away from her with obvious dislike.

But the man was still staring at her, looking at her body back and forth.

Angela licked her dry lips and walked over to him, crouching down.

Before she could see where the dirt was on his shoes, the man suddenly reached for her hair and

pulled it toward him.

PUFF!

She fell to her knees and leaned back unconsciously, then she realized she was kneeling down in front

of him.

There was a chuckle in the room, and someone whistled.

While Angela was on her knees, like a toy, being teased and made fun of, she couldn’t be more

embarrassed.

She pressed her hands to the dirty rag, her short hair covering her restrained expression.

She bit her lips so tightly that her body was shaking.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table, enough to crack this man's head!

She raised her hand to the coffee table, but drew back as she touched the edge of the ashtray.

She would annoy James if she did this.

"Young lady,"

The man dragged her hair frivolously and tossed a wad of money onto the table. H said with a lustful

and malicious look, "Have sex with me and the money is yours, what do you think?"

Angela was forced to look at his face which was rubbed with liquid foundation, and her stomach

churned. She tried her best to keep from vomiting.

People were laughing loudly in the room.

"Come on pretty girl, it's more money than you make as a cleaner!"

"Buddy, you are really hungry, aren’t you? She is just a cleaner who spends her days cleaning toilets

and cleaning up filthy places, you should at least let her have a bath first."