NovelEnglishAlthough Angela hid her face in the man’s embrace in an embarrassed manner, the man ignored her expression and continued to carry her to the door before he finally put her down. “Go back into your room.” The man told her and turned around, walking away.
“Thank you!” Angela said. Upon opening the door, she entered her room complacently, her face blushing as she could only hear the buzzing in her head.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe then looked down and thought about her acting. Damn. Did | just nail it, or was | just lucky? It was my left ankle that was injured last time, but | was rubbing my right ankle when | was acting just now. How could Richard not notice that? If he had, he would have seen through my acting. In that instant, a strong sense of embarrassment surged through her because she believed Richard should have been able to notice what was wrong, considering how shrewd he was. Why was he still willing to entertain me? He even agreed to carry me. She buried her face in the blanket while feeling an urge to confront Richard in his room about her question, wanting to find out whether he saw through her acting.
Having contained her curiosity until after her dinner, Angela took advantage of the opportunity to return Richard his book and knocked on his door.
As soon as the door was open, the man was seen wearing a casual outfit, his laptop on his desk, which indicated that he was in the middle of his work.
“Hi... I'm here to return the book.” Angela was a little too embarrassed to look Richard in the eye, even struggling to speak in full sentences.
Richard stood aside and let Angela enter his room. She then walked to his shelf and put the book back to where it was, only to take another book away.
She then peeked at the man who was working in front of his laptop for a few moments and took a deep breath, deciding to find out the answer to her question. “Um. Richard, there is something | want to ask you. Why were you willing to carrythis afternoon?” Angela asked, her eyes wide open.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“| thought you said your ankle was injured, didn’t you?” the man replied. without even looking at her.
“Yeah, | did, but don’t you remember which of my ankles was hurt last time?” Angela asked guiltily.
Upon hearing the lady's question, Richard curled his lips upward, his eyes filled with mischief and playfulness. When Angela saw his ambiguous smile, she could only hear buzzing in her head.
Just as | expected, he knew | was just pretending. “If you knew | was pretending, why did you still go ahead and carry me?” Angela decided that she might as well reveal everything, abandoning her pride.
“Consider this the last tof your mischief,” Richard replied calmly, implying that he didn't want her to pull a prank on him ever again.
Angela grunted and said, “You didn’t bother to talk tothis afternoon. I'd been waiting for you for a week, but when | showed up to receive you, you didn’t bother to say anything to me.” Richard, who was typing at that moment, paused and asked with a deep voice, “Why were you waiting for me?” “| was worried about you. After all, I'm wanted by many international crsyndicates, and | was afraid for your safety.” Angela spoke her mind, revealing the moments in the past few days when she was troubled by those disturbing thoughts.
In fact, she even woke up to a nightmare in which Richard was running amidst a shootout before an explosion happened. When she woke up from her sleep, she found herself covered in cold sweats.
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