Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Once again, Trevor hurriedly ran out, while Richard sat on the edge of the bed and took the bleary girl in his arms, lifting the blankets aside for her body to dissipate its heat.

Although Angela had a bad fever, she still knew that Richard was sitting next to her, and her hand instinctively pushed him.

“Richard... Don’t hug me...” At her words, Richard started to get a little angry. She was already this sick, but she still cared about who was hugging her? “Don’t talk. I'll send you to the infirmary.” Saying that, Richard pushed the blanket aside and looked for her coat before putting it on her and heading to the door with her in his arms.

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In the infirmary, the doctor prescribed smedicine for her fever and hooked her up to an IV drip. On the quiet hospital bed, Angela's complexion was as pale as a sheet of paper, making her look both pitiful and sad.

“It's just been a day. How did Miss Angela turn out like this?” Standing by the side, Trevor felt a little pained as well.

However, the man who was in the most pain remained silent and quietly stared at the sleeping girl, his heart filling with guilt.

He had been careless in the afternoon, and he didn’t realize that she was burning up. If Trevor hadn't found out, and her fever was left untreated all night, who knew how serious the consequences would've been. “Thank you, Trevor.” Richard turned his head and thanked him seriously.

Suddenly feeling a little flattered, Trevor scratched his head and said, “Mr. Richard, don’t be like this. Miss Angela will be your wife in the future, so | must be concerned for her too.” Richard jolted at his words. Was that true? Did Angela have such an important role in his team already? “Go and rest! Also, don’t mention that word in her presence in the future,” Richard reminded.

“Why not? Miss Angela said that toas well. She askednot to misunderstand her relationship with you, and she said that you're just friends. Mr. Richard, what happened between the both of you?” Trevor asked curiously.

Richard's eyebrows furrowed. Did she really say that? Did this woman tell others that there was nothing between them already? “Stop asking.” He didn’t want to talk about it.

Seeing that, Trevor tactfully left while wondering to himself.

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Meanwhile, Angela was dreaming. In her dream, she had returned to the city and saw Annie. She was ashamed to face her, and she blamed herself harshly. Then, the scene changed to Annie's engagement. She saw Richard wearing a groom'’s outfit while walking hand in hand with Annie on the red carpet.

Angela stood in the crowd and watched when suddenly, Richard broke away from Annie's hand and walked straight toward her.

When she looked past him, she saw that Annie's eyes were filled with tears of grief as she looked at her in pain, as if she was questioning her.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Annie... I've wronged you.” In her dreams, Angela apologized with a pained expression.

As tears slipped from her eyes, Richard felt his heart thump fiercely. Was this woman suffering so much because of this, to the point where she couldn't free herself from her guilt and even dreamed of apologizing to Annie? “l won't meet with him again, | promise.... Annie... forgive me...” Angela continued to talk in her sleep, as if she had fallen into this dream and couldn't escape.

Richard's gaze locked onto her painful expression before he drew the tissues next to him and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

His actions made Angela jolt awake from her dream all of a sudden.

As her tearful eyes looked directly into a pair of deep and worried eyes, her gaze turned frightened as her entire body trembled, and she reached out to push away his hands that were wiping her sweat. “It's all right, thank you.” Richard let out a sigh, staring at her helplessly.

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