“Why do you keep calling me Miss Meyers?! I’m your fiancée now! You can call me Ann or Annie.”
“It’s not a convenient time for me to talk now.”
“Oh! Is it? Are you very busy? Can I text you later? You don’t have to reply right away. You just have to reply to me when you have time. I really want to talk to you. This is my number. Please remember to save it!” Once Annie blurted out a string of sentences in her lovely voice, she confessed, “Richard, I like you and miss you very much.”
After that, she hung up the phone shyly.
Richard sighed. His marriage with Annie was not what he wanted. It was just that he did not manage to refuse the marriage in front of his grandfather the last time. He knew that once his current mission was over, he would return and cancel the engagement with Annie.
Besides, Annie was also Angela’s cousin.
Meanwhile, Angela did not sleep well last night. After reading a book for a while, she passed out on the couch.
Richard did not return to the conference room. He stood outside the door for at while, recalling that there was at document he forgot to take.
When he returned to the room and reached out to open the door, he saw the figure of a woman sleeping on the couch. She had nothing to keep her body warm. Since it was now the start of fall, it was very easy to catch a cold.
Richard grabbed a small blanket from his bed and draped it on top of her. Walking to the bookshelf, he tried looking for a file that had been placed there the night before.
After he picked up the file and was about to leave, he heard the groaning of a suffering woman.
Richard glanced at Angela, who was lying flat on the couch, only to see her frowning and a thin layer of sweat oozing from her forehead.
Was she having nightmares?
Richard crouched beside her and squinted his eyes to check on her.
At this moment, Angela fell into a nightmare. After her mother’s car accident, she started having nightmares frequently. Even during the day. nightmares would break into her dreams after she fell asleep.
Presently, she was running in a forest. There were gunshots from time to time. The drone hovering above her head gave her an infinite sense of oppression, as if there was this ardent killing intent that was entangled with her. Though she had run with all her might and panted violently, the murderous aura was still looming over her. She ran and ran.
Just as she thought she was about to escape the fate of being hunted down and was out of the woods, she saw a row of men with their faces covered in front of
her. They were pinning a man down with their hands. The man was wounded and pressed to the ground, and then she saw Richard’s face.
He was trampled on the back by a man with a gun pointed at his head. At the same time, the killer was laughing sinisterly at her.
The scene in the dream made Angela’s face cringe in pain while asleep. Her hands were clenched into fists, and she began to mumble, “Don’t kill him… Don’t kill him…”
Richard felt a strong tug at his heartstrings. What could she be dreaming about? She trembled as if she was suffering some kind of intense torture.
“Angela, wake up,” he called her gently, trying to wake her up from her dream.
At this moment, however, Angela’s trembling red lips called out a name, “Richard… Run! Run!”
After she was done speaking, her hands struggled to grasp onto something,
