Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Richard's big palm grabbed her hand in the next second, and his handsface froze. Was he in her dreams? An error occurred. Please try again later Why would she tell him to run away? Was her pain caused by him? At this moment, tears started pouring out of Angela’s eyes. She panted and pleaded. ‘Richard, please don’t die... | can’t let you die...” Angela almost cried in her dream. She watched as the masked man held the gun at Richard, as if he was about to end the latter's life at any moment. Angela stood there in pain and felt so helpless that she could only call out for help and cry..

However, she was not aware that in the real world, her painful appearance was being watched by a man on the spot. She grabbed his hand tightly and cried so much in the nightmare that she could not extricate herself.

Richard could not stand to see her being haunted by nightmares anymore, so he stretched out his other hand and patted her face.

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“Angela, wake up.” There was a hint of coolness on the back of his hand, and it was her tears. Richard continued to pat her face until she finally woke up in pain.

The last scene before she woke up was a bloody one. She heard the gunshot, and even though she dared not open her eyes to see it, it was petrifying for her.

When she opened her eyes and saw the man beside the couch with tears in her eyes, she could hardly tell whether it was reality or a dream. Nevertheless, the first thing she did was wrap her arms around the man’s neck tightly, burying her whole face in his chest.

She wanted to make sure that he was real.

Richard froze, letting her hug him for a while. When he recalled that she cried because of him in the nightmare, he stretched out his hand and patted her back.

“You only had a nightmare,” he comforted her in a low voice.

Angela had cback to her senses now.

It turned out to be just a dream.

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However, the pain still could not go away in her mind. She closed her eyes and simply rubbed her tears on his clothes.

Richard unfolded her arms around his neck, lowered his head, and tried to decipher her expression. Angela turned away and covered her face in embarrassment. After taking a deep breath, she warned, “Don’t laugh at me.” In fact, he did not find it funny at all. All he wanted to know was if he was that weak in her dreams.

“| dreamed that you were abducted, and... you were shot with a gun on your head...” Angela consciously explained what happened in the dream to him. Richard's thin lips curled slightly after hearing that. Did she worry about him so much that she bawled? She did not even want him to die.

This time, he suddenly felt the urge to laugh, but he pursed his thin lips to endure it.

Angela looked up at him and noticed that he was stifling a laugh. She hit his arm with her fist out of anger and scolded, “Do you have any conscience? I've cried so much for you, yet you're laughing?!” Richard stopped smiling this tand locked his gaze on her seriously. With a deep voice, he reassured her, “Don’t worry. Your dreams won't happen in reality.” “Why?” Angela blinked.

In Richard's eyes, his self-confidence was burning. “I'm strong.” Angela looked at his sharp and stern face. The confidence in his eyes was by no means false. It was a strong confidence that emitted from the depth of his eyes.

The lingering fear in Angela’s nightmare quickly dissipated after seeing his gaze. She believed that he would never turn her nightmare into a reality. He would always be strong.

Now she was exhausted. The consecutive nightmares made her face pale, and her eyes lost the luster of the past. She was still sleepy, but she dared not fall asleep.

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