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.
In the infirmary, the doctor prescribed some medicine 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 I 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.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot)