Desperate Lovers

Chapter 370 I Don't Want To Hear It

"Don't touch me!" cried Angela as she pushed James away with a pale face.

Her heart ached as long as she thought that James had something to do with her mom's death.

Holding the hand of Angela and pulling her into his arms, James sighed, "I haven't finished yet. What's

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"Don't say anything more! I don't want to hear it!" said Angela as she pushed her hands against his

chest and felt almost breathless, "It's a mistake to be with you!"

'If I hadn't fallen in love with James and insisted on being together with him, the Chante family wouldn't

have been like this today!'

Hearing it, James said with a sudden coldness on his face, "Don't say it's a mistake to be with me any

more. I don't want to hear it again."

"You don't want to hear it? But isn't it a truth?" said Angela with bloodshot eyes, "If I hadn't fallen in love

with you, all these things wouldn't have happened later and Mom wouldn't have...died!"

'Dad is right. I caused the death of Mom...'

Seeing the tear-stained face of Angela, James felt a sudden pain in his heart and reached up to hold

her into his arms.

"Don't touch me!" cried Angela as she struggled to shake the hands of James off but failed. She bit

James on the shoulder hard with red eyes.

'I even told Luna that I trusted him. How ridiculous!'

While the mixed tastes of tears and blood in her mouth made Angela sick, she still got her teeth into

James' shoulder.

Holding her and stroking her back, James said in a distressed and amused mood, "Can't you hear me

out? I do have something to do with your mom's death as someone wants to plant it on me."

"You get it, little fool?" said James as he kissed Angela on her hair.

Angela froze and let go of his shoulder.

'Plant?'

'So James had nothing to do with it?'

"But I heard you asking someone to deal with my mom's death and to delete all the chatting records on

my mom's phone on the phone. Why?" asked Angela.

Angela wanted to trust James, but she heard those words with her own ears.

"I knew you heard it," said James with raised eyebrows as he had guessed it from the expression on

the face of Angela just now.

"Will you believe it if I tell you I did so because I didn't want them to plant it on me or you to

misunderstand me?"

Looking up at James, Angela suddenly pushed him away, taking a few steps backward and asking, "If

you had nothing to do with it, why did you know the chatting records on my mom's phone?"

"Luna sent them to me," said James in disappointment as Angela didn't choose to trust him.

But James didn't complain about it as he knew that he had broken her heart before and it was

reasonable that she didn't dare to trust him.

Angela's face went pale immediately.

'Luna sent them to him?'

'How could it be possible?'

'Didn't Luna order me over and over again not to tell James when she sent me these chatting records?'

Instead of continuing to explain, James took out his phone and showed his chatting records with Luna

to Angela.

Taking his phone with trembling hands, Angela tried a few times to scroll down the records but failed.

'How could it be possible?'

'Greyson and Luna were the only people who trusted me after the car accident. She was so good to

me. Why did she do this?'

"Don't force yourself if you don't want to see these records," said James as he didn't want Angela to be

sad even though he had wanted to help her grow before.

Shaking her head, Angela scrolled down the chatting records with limp hands. Even though her eyes

were blurred and her tears dropped down on the screen, Angela still tried her best to open her eyes

wide to see the words clearly.

[Luna] These are the chatting records I've found on Elva's phone. Have you seen them, Mr. James?

[Luna] I've asked someone to investigate this guy and have met him. He told us that you were the one

who ordered him to do all these things.

[James] Since this guy has told you that I had something to do with the death of Mrs. Chante, why do

you tell me about it? Aren't you afraid that I'll destroy all the evidence?

[Luna] I believe that you had nothing to do with it as there was no conflict of interest between Elva and

you.

[Luna] But since Angela is pregnant, I don't suggest you to tell her about it right now as pregnant

women are always emotional.

'No, it can't be Luna. It must be someone who uses the same headshot and screen name like Luna and

just happens to know these things!'

As Angela clicked on the information of this guy with shaking hands...it was the information of Luna!

'How could it be possible?!'

'Why...why is it really Luna?!'

"Why are you still so sad as I've proved that I had nothing to do with your mom's death?" said James

as he turned her face and wiped it with a handkerchief, "Don't cry. I feel bad to see you cry."

Angela shook her head and handed James his phone. She wanted to talk about Luna, but couldn't say

a word as if her throat was blocked by something.

'If I didn't come to ask James what was going on on an impulse today, would I have mistaken him as

the one who caused the death of my mom?'

'Was that the purpose of Luna?'

'But why did she do so?'

"Don't say anything if you don't want to," said James as he had guessed from the expression of Angela

that Luna had something to do with this thing.

With a pause, James held Angela into his arms, kissing her on the corners of her eyes and saying, "I

won't investigate this thing if you don't want me to and I'll forget it as if it never happened."

While hating to be schemed against, James would rather give up investigating this thing if it would

make Angela sad.

"...I'm fine," said Angela as she grabbed her clothes tightly.

'I must make it clear about mom's death!'

Patting Angela on the back and looking down at her cowlicks, James said, "Please tell me frankly if

anything happens to you from now on, okay?"

James was still afraid when he thought that Angela might have resented and left him because of this

thing.

He held Angela more tightly, as if wanting to embedding her into his body.

Angela was almost held breathless, but she didn't struggle and lied in his arms quietly and nodded.

As the smell of blood from the end of her nose reminded Angela of what she had done just now, Angela

said, "Is there a medicine box? Let me treat your wound."

"I'm fine," said James jokingly, "and it doesn't hurt. It would be better if it leaves a scar as it can be a

love token then."

After what James said, Angela's phone suddenly rang.

Taking out her phone, Angela changed her countenance as soon as she glanced at the caller ID.

James saw it too and said with a coldness flashing across his eyes, "Don't answer if you don't want to."

"It's okay," said Angela as she licked her lips and answered, "Luna?"

Angela wanted to know why Luna did so.

"Where are you? Is Mr. James with you?" asked Luna.