Angela had only been put on the IV for no more than ten minutes when her eyes suddenly flew open. The first thing that came to her mind was her mother struggling for her life in a hospital somewhere, and the thought made her bolt upright in bed.
“Don‘t move,” a low male voice sounded next to her, followed by a hand pressing down firmly on her left arm so that she wouldn‘t pull out the needle on her own.
She looked down at the needle pushed under her skin and demanded in a watery voice, “Pull it out. I don‘t need it.”
Richard personally detached the needle. He was supposed to apply pressure to stop the bleeding the moment the needle was out, but Angela was in such a rush that she lifted the covers and tried to get down from the bed. At once, the blood trickled down the back of her hand.
With an assertive and domineering air, the man held her arm in place and grabbed a cotton ball from the bedside table, then pressed it down on the back of her hand where the needle had been.
Tears filled her eyes, but she allowed him to stop the bleeding as she gazed at him calmly and ordered, “Take me home, Richard.”
He did not answer her, paying particular attention to the task at hand.
hard set of
his grip and looked up at her, then said slowly,
from him as pain flashed across her features. There was a chill in her
but there was a hint of resignation in his eyes. He
back even if she couldn‘t make it in time, otherwise, the
of the infirmary and into her bedroom. She picked
walk right into the trap set up by those evil men, which was the same as delivering her to death‘s doorstep. On the other hand, if he refused to give her the keys and she missed seeing her mother for the last time, she would hate him forever.
with that, but he really didn‘t want her to hate him
her silent demand evident in her tears. She was so delicate, but for some reason, she gave him immense pressure. It was as if she
impulse and offer to go with
fine. She only suffered a broken
hand fell to the side when she heard this. She tossed her bag onto the floor and ran to meet Trevor halfway. When she came up to him, she clutched his shoulders and urged, “Really? Is my mom