Night of Destiny (Anastasia Tillman)

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Angela glanced at the needle on her arm, then at the infirmary bed she was lying on. She turned her head away and said to Richard, “I can take care of myself. You should go and rest.” From her actions, she wasn’t even giving him a chance to take care of her.

“Do you not want to seethat badly?” Because of his words, Angela turned around to look at him, only to see the man by the bed propping his hands on his legs and his eyes drooping slightly, with only the tall bridge of his nose visible, leaving her unsure of what he was thinking.

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“As long as you don’t want to see me, | can promise that | won't show up in front of you again.” Richard raised his head, and his eyes were extremely calm, as if he said was an order, and he would see it through to the end.

Angela's breath stopped as she looked at him, feeling afraid that he would disappear forever.

“Then, will you marry Annie?” she hurriedly asked him.

“l won't,” Richard replied flatly, his voice sounding a little hoarse. His eyes fell on her, as if he wanted to say something but wasn’t able to speak.

“You can't treat her like this.” In her panic, Angela hurriedly sat up and stared at him.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Richard's lips. “Who are you to tellthat | have to marry her?” Angela was stunned. She suddenly found this man unfamiliar, and there was a high and mighty air around him that made her afraid. If he didn’t give them a chance, no woman would even have the possibility of getting close to him, and Angela had now lost the right to approach him and do whatever she wanted.

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“You...” Angela's face turned red as she was rendered speechless.

“From now on, | won't show up in front of you anymore. You can recuperate with peace of mind, and you don’t have to worry that Annie will hate you. It has nothing to do with you even if | cancel the wedding.” After Richard finished speaking, he picked up the coat draped on the back of the chair next to him and walked toward the door.

“Where are you going?” Angela blurted out in alarm.

Richard turned around slightly. “To a place where you won't be able to see me.” Angela's breath caught in her throat. Though she wanted him to stay away from her, why did her heart hurt so badly when he actually made sure that he would never see her again? All of a sudden, there was a tingling pain in her heart, like someone sticking a needle in her chest, which made her gasp in pain.

She pressed her hand tightly on her chest, trying to stop the pain, but she still broke into a cold sweat from the agony.

Richard, who had just arrived at the door, heard a groan from behind him. When he turned his head and took a look, he hurried back on his long legs in an instant. He leaned over and looked at the pale girl who was clutching her chest, his voice filled with worry as he asked, “What's wrong?” “It hurts... My heart hurts.” Angela felt that her heart was about to shatter into pieces.

“Okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay with you. | won't leave.” Richard's tone softened, and he apologized to her in a restrained and low voice, “I'm sorry.” Angela was taken aback. She raised her head and looked at the man in front of her. The moment she met his gentle eyes, it was as if the rope tightened around her heart had loosened a little, and the pain. gradually subsided until it faded into nothing. Was the cause of her severe heartache just now related to this man?

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