Desperate Lovers

Chapter 101 How Many Men Have You Seduced?

Angela's eyelashes fluttered, and a layer of sweat appeared on her nose. However, at the moment, the

arrow was fitted to the string, if she regretted it now, she wouldn't have such an opportunity again.

She forced herself to smile and wrapped her arms around James’s neck and didn't say anything, just

moved up to kiss him.

"So well-equipped,"

James tilted his head to avoid her kiss. His eyes were obscure, and his breathing was a little heavier,

"Angela, how many men have you seduced before?

Tell me.”

Angela gave a bitter laugh, pressing her hands on his neck and kissing the corners of his lips, "Would

you believe me if I say I had only seduced you and failed?"

“Well.”

James sneered, and his eyes burning with desire interspersed with unrestrained anger and pain,

"Angela, do you believe it yourself?"

Angela didn't expect to make him believe her. She just needed some pictures that could be used as a

leverage to leave him.

Admittedly, Angela's skin was not good, with scars crisscrossing almost her entire body except for her

arms.

But in the dim light, the scars and the red tulle intersected, showing an peculiar beauty.

When James's hand stopped at her waist, she clutched his hand violently, "Hold on!"

"You regret now?"

James's voice was unusually raspy.

"It's too late!"

The photos and videos taken should already be enough. Angela pursed her lips, trying hard to push

him away.

But she couldn’t do it, the drug was effective, and James had no intention of letting her go, not to

mention that she brought the trouble herself!

He undid his tie, but suddenly saw a flash of red on Angela’s neck. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

James took it off from her neck.

He glanced at Angela, whose face instantly got pale, and chill was growing in his eyes.

He threw the neck collar to the ground, stomped it with his foot, and took out the pinhole camera inside.

James looked coldly at Angela,

"Two years in jail makes you capable of everything!"

Under her terrified gaze, James threw the camera to the ground and crushed it with one foot, "What do

you want the video for?

To threaten me?

Tell me.”

Angela’s hands and feet were totally cold as in the ice cellar, even the air snifted into the mouth was

like cold air blowing out of the air conditioner.

She would never have said 'Hold on' if she knew what she'd just did would reveal the camera in the

neck collar. After all, that hymen didn’t mean anything to her...

But it was useless to say anything now. The camera has been trampled and she didn't know if the

pictures were still there.

"Speak out!"

James's heart seemed to be clogged with a ball of water-soaked cotton, and it was unusually afflictive.

He took a few steps forward, cupped her chin and forced her to look at him.

The cool touch crawling up from his fingertips encouraged him to hug her and kiss her.

But a little sanity he had kept him firmly in place, suppressing the desire that was screaming at the

back of his mind.

Angela's body couldn't stop trembling, and she dropped her gaze from him, whispering.

“Your guess is right, so why ask me?"

James's thin lips tightened into a line as he looked down at her, his fists clenched and his brows

frowned at her acknowledgement.