Angela looked up at Richard. He was looking at her intently as well; it was as if time had stopped at this moment. When she saw the remorse flashing in the man’s eyes, she suddenly burst into tears.
She felt so helpless and desperate. She couldn’t leave him, but she couldn’t stay by his side either; she didn’t know where to place him in her heart.
Richard continued to remain seated by her side, annoyed by his cold behavior just now. She was suffering from a high fever, causing not only her mental state but her entire body to be weakened, but he had treated her like that. Clearly, she would get even more hurt.
Richard watched her gaze lower as her tears fell onto the blanket. When he picked up the tissue on the side and handed it to her, Angela stretched out her hand to take it, wiping her tears with them.
Her head still felt fuzzy, and even her heart felt heavy. She had never felt so weak before, like a child who had to be protected and taken care of. At the same time, Richard’s cold treatment earlier also made her inexplicably sad, as if he was cutting her off.
Due to the medicine and her fever, she slowly became drowsy and lay down. As the blanket was a tad too thin, she subconsciously curled up into a ball.
Sensing this, Richard walked to another bed and spread out another blanket on top of her before he gently comforted, “Go to sleep. I’ll stay here with you.”
“It’s fine. You should go back and sleep.” Angela shook her head. If he were here, her sleep would be affected even more.
At her words, Richard had no choice but to get up. “I’ll ask a nurse to come and look after you.”
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