His first sentence made Angela’s heart tremble.
“What do you mean by that? We haven’t even been on a proper date before. What is there to break up?” At that point, her emotions shot through the roof.
“Secondly, I will call off the engagement,” Richard continued speaking.
Angela’s face turned pale as she looked at him. At this moment, she wished she could die on the spot.
“You…” Suddenly, her whole body swayed as if she was going to faint.
But before her body landed on the ground, she was held by a pair of strong arms. The next moment, she was back in Richard’s warm embrace. Out of instinct, she immediately pushed him away. She would rather hold on to the cold stone beside her as support than be hugged by him.
The chilly wind messed up her long hair and spread it all over her face. Her face was overly pale compared to the darkness of her hair. It was as if she was so fragile that the wind could sweep her away.
“Let’s talk inside. It’s cold out here.” Richard sighed.
“Leave by yourself then! I want to stay here a little longer,” Angela replied as she didn’t want to walk alongside him.
“Angela, who told you about this matter?” Richard squinted his eyes and asked.
“It was Ariel. She overheard the conversation between you and your grandpa when you were on the phone. You were planning on being unmarried for the rest of your life, is that so?” she raised her head and confronted him. Recalling the moment when he had a phone call at the parterre, Richard wasn’t too happy about it. He indeed sensed that someone was behind him, but he did not expect that it was Ariel. He ignored the presence as he thought it was someone from the base.
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