One evening, she was strolling around the compound when her ankle was finally feeling a lot better. As she sat at the parterre and read her book, she suddenly heard the sound of a helicopter and looked up out of curiosity.
The next moment, she noticed a chopper flying over her head toward the field, which made her wonder whether it was the man who was back. Thrilled and excited, she carried her book tightly in her arms and scurried toward the field.
As Angela’s hair was billowing in the strong wind and covering her face, she had to block the breeze with her hand and squinted to see what was up ahead..
When the wind finally stopped blowing, Richard opened the door and stepped out of the cockpit, entering the lady’s view. Wearing a camo t-shirt, he seemed even more like a strong, tough guy due to his intimidating aura.
With a bright smile on her face, Angela looked at Richard just as he gazed back at her with his luggage in his hand. At that moment, the helicopter’s main rotor began to spin rapidly as it slowly levitated into the air, generating a strong twirl of wind that blew at Angela’s hair and messed it up.
However, she quickly tried to fix her hair, tilting her head slightly to the side as she scampered toward the man with a smile. “You’re finally back!”
Meanwhile, Richard felt his heart skipping a beat, staring at Angela’s smile
in the illuminating evening hue. Has she been waiting for my return all this while? As the lady was holding a book in her hand, the evening sun was shining on her face, her long hair running all the way down to
her waist. At the same time, her smooth fair skin only served to make her look even more gorgeous and pretty.
The next moment, Richard nodded at her in response and directly moved on with his luggage in his hand, as if he was reluctant to even greet her.
Noticing the man’s indifferent reaction, Angela was stunned to find how nonchalant he could be. I came all the way to receive him, but he didn’t seem to have a problem leaving me here. Does he really hate me so much?
At the thought of that, Angela was reminded of the time she threw her lipsticks away not long before she imposed on him to bring her to the place she was now to take care of her.
Considering the trouble she was putting him through, she started to see the reason he hated her, which she no longer found surprising. Nevertheless, a thought to sound Richard out crossed her mind as she fixed her gaze upon the man who was walking away. Soon, she let out a painful moan. “Ouch!” She rubbed her ankle, pretending to look like she had just sprained it.
Upon hearing her moan, Richard, who had already taken a dozen steps ahead,
looked back at Angela and noticed her crouching down on the ground. He then dropped his luggage and approached her, standing before her while showing his concern. “Are you alright?”
“My ankle still hasn’t recovered… And I accidentally hurt it again when I stepped on a stone.” Angela bit her lip, gazing at the man in a sympathetic manner. “Can you carry me back?”
As Richard stared at Angela for a few seconds, the lady’s face blushed bashfully. At the same time, she was wondering whether the man had seen through her for her lie. Oops!
I guess my acting was terrible. He isn’t going to believe in me, is he? However, just when she was about to get up, the man suddenly extended his arm and reached out to her, carrying her in his arms in the next second. At that moment, Angela was seen with a pair of smiling eyes, surprised by Richard’s reaction to carry her because she thought he had always hated her.
Leaving his luggage behind, Richard carried Angela all the way to her room while drawing the attention of many others along the way.
