Chapter 963
Night of Destiny
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, âI can take care of myself. You should go and rest.â
From her actions, she wasnât even giving him a chance to take care of her.
âDo you not want to see me that badly?â
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.
âAs long as you donât want to see me, I can promise that I wonât show up in front of you again.â 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.
Angelaâs breath stopped as she looked at him, feeling afraid that he would disappear forever.
âThen, will you marry Annie?â she hurriedly asked him.
âI wonât,â Richard replied flatly, his voice sounding a little hoarse. His eyes fell on her, as if he wanted to
say something but wasnât able to speak.
âYou canât treat her like this.â In her panic, Angela hurriedly sat up and stared at him.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Richardâs lips. âWho are you to tell me that I have to marry
her?â
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 didnât 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.
âYouâ¦â Angelaâs face turned red as she was rendered speechless.
âFrom now on, I wonât show up in front of you anymore. You can recuperate with peace of mind, and
you donât have to worry that Annie will hate you. It has nothing to do with you even if I cancel the
wedding.â After Richard finished speaking, he picked up the coat draped on the back of the chair next
to him and walked toward the door.
âWhere are you going?â Angela blurted out in alarm.
Richard turned around slightly. âTo a place where you wonât be able to see me.â
Angelaâs 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, âWhatâs wrong?â
âIt hurts⦠My heart hurts.â Angela felt that her heart was about to shatter into pieces.
âOkay, Iâm not going anywhere. Iâll stay with you. I wonât leave.â Richardâs tone softened, and he
apologized to her in a restrained and low voice, âIâm sorry.â
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?