Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Though she was itching to find out, she decided against voicing it out loud. He might not even respond to her question anyway.

“I'm injured. Can you helpup? Of course, | won't object to an offer of a piggyback,” Angela said to Richard.

He glanced at her before squatting down. in front of her. He did not mind giving her a piggyback ride.

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Angela’s heart skipped a beat. He's really going to carryon his back? After taking at close look at his wide and muscular back, she climbed onto him a little shyly and reached out to wrap her arms around his neck. He swiftly stood up with her clinging to him like a koala.

This had to be the strongest back she had ever ridden on.

“Why did you clooking for me?” Angela asked out of curiosity. Was it because he was worried about her safety? “There's something | need to ask you.” Richard was feeling a little awkward with her on his back. This was the first the ever carried a woman-previously, he only ever carried his military colleagues and subordinates.

She was very light, and her body felt very soft. His senses were heightened as she stuck close to him.

“What did you want to ask me?” “We'll talk about it when we get back.” Angela was feeling a little bored again. Suddenly, she spotted another wild white olive tree with several ripened olives hanging from its branches, so she quickly said, “Richard, there's a white olive tree over there. Go over and pluck sfor me!” Richard looked over and saw the ripened fruit on the tree as Angela continued to plead, “Hurry up and get a few for me! They taste so good! Trevor plucked a few forthis morning but | haven't had my fill yet!” In the end, Richard did set her down and head over to get sof it for her. Angela's heart grew a little warm.

He looked so cold and distant all the time, but whenever she asked him to do something for her, he never protested or tried to wheedle out of it.

She thought about Dexter, who always said the right things, but now that she thought about it, a guy like Richard who kept quiet and did as she asked was far more reliable. A guy like Dexter was as fake as could be, so why was she so blind back then? It was easy enough for Richard to pluck a few ripened ones for her. When he handed it over to her, she spotted the clear stream that was flowing nearby and asked, “Could you helpwash them first?” Richard did not complain about her seemingly endless requests. He went over and washed them before holding them out to her yet again.

Angela took them from him and climbed back onto his back. There she was, leaning against his back, eating her white olives and listening to the birds singing their songs. Somehow, it all felt very romantic to her.

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If a camera started recording this scene, it would surely make for a romantic love story! After enjoying a mouthful herself, Angela thought about Richard. He carried her on his back, plucked white olives for her, and was even obliging enough to wash them for her. It would be far too selfish of her if she did not offer him one of the white olives.

“Do you want one?” Angela tilted her head to the side and asked.

“No...” Richard was about to reject her offer when he found a white olive stuffed into his mouth.

“Have one. Don’t be shy. It tastes great!” Angela chuckled right beside his ear.

Her clear, melodious voice echoed in Richard's ears. It sounded so mesmerizing that his mind went blank for a few seconds. He forgot all about his initial rejection and began chewing instead.

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