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 see me that 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.
“As long as you don’t want to see me, I can promise that I 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.
“I 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 tell me that I have to marry her?”
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