Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 897

“It’s fine,” he replied indifferently, as though he had already forgotten about the incident.

This only served to worsen her guilt. For some reason, his nonchalance only made her even more distressed.

Presently, Richard brushed past her and came to a stop in front of Willy, then bent down slightly to speak to him in hushed tones. His perfectly chiseled side profile was on display. She could just make out the steely gleam in his eyes, which were framed by long eyelashes that curled up ever so slightly. He looked calm and collected like nothing could faze him.

There was something about him, Angela realized, that simply commanded the attention of any room he walked into. More importantly, there was nothing despicable about his job. Rather, it was a respectful one, and this realization only made her more ashamed of how unreasonable and maniacal she had been just now.

“I’ll be in my room,” she mumbled quietly as she rose to leave.

Even after returning to her room, Angela’s arms remained wrapped around herself as fear and unease filled her mind. It was only then that she realized those evil forces would do anything for that lipstick.

Those people were currently looking for her everywhere. The terror she felt had only grown stronger after her mother’s death. She thought that danger was far away from her, but now it seemed to be looming over her head like a curse of death.

Deep down, she begged and prayed that no one else would ever be hurt or killed for her sake.

She stayed in her room for the entire night, having no appetite to even eat dinner. The next morning, she woke up haggard with prominent dark circles on her pale face.

Trevor was the first to notice her. “Good morning, Miss Angela!”

“Morning,” she responded with a smile.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Nightmares had filled her dreams the entire night and kept her awake. She shook her head as fatigue. overwhelmed her.