It was only after she sat in the bathroom and turned on the tap that she dared to wail loudly. However, after she had cried her heart out, she realized that she still felt awful and decided to take a quick shower before leaving the bathroom.
She blow-dried her waist-length hair and changed into a set of white pajamas before covering herself up with a coat, all while looking listless.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhen she saw the glass on the table, she reached out and took it. Then, she walked toward the kettle and poured a glass of warm water for herself, slowly sipping at it.
While Angela drank, her tears suddenly gushed out again. She set down the glass of water and sat on the couch with her hands covering her face like a child as she sobbed.
However, she wasn’t aware that in one corner of the room, there was a camera swiveling around like an eyeball, watching every corner of the room.
At that moment, in a small town two hours away from the base, a black SUV was parked under an inconspicuous tree. As the man in the car stared at the woman on the computer screen and watched her cry in his room, his hands slowly balled into fists. Was she really that sad? He had followed her wishes and left, so why was she still unhappy? Just then, on the screen, Angela wanted to get up to get something, but as soon as she stood up, the man predicted that she would hit herself and warned in a low voice across the screen, “Be careful.” Alas, as expected, the woman on the screen did not notice the corner of the couch in her path and bumped her knee viciously into it.
She crouched on the floor in pain, and the man on the screen sighed anxiously. This feeling of watching her get hurt but unable to do anything made Richard inexplicably anxious. He stared at the woman who was rolling her trousers up on the screen.
She had hit herself on the exact spot where she had scratched herself while kneeling on the ground last time, and as a new injury was added onto her previous injury, her knee was currently covered in blood.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOn the screen, Angela was calm and tough. She stared at her wound in a daze, as if she didn’t even want to deal with it.
What was she doing? Richard waited anxiously for her to get the first aid kit, but even after five minutes, the woman remained motionless. Did she not know where the first aid kit was? However, Angela wasn’t moving because she couldn't be bothered to. The place she was hurting the most wasn’t her knee, but her heart. On the contrary, as she looked at the injury on her knee, she recalled the last tRichard squatted down to stop the bleeding and bandage her knee, which caused her to becimmersed in her memories again.
Is this woman not going to deal with her wound? Her knee is already this hurt, but she’s still spacing out? Richard let out a sigh. In the end, he tapped a few buttons with his fingers and said in a low voice toward the screen, “The first aid kit is in the cupboard. Go get it yourself.” Angela, who was staring into nothing in the room, seemed to hear Richard's voice coming from the room all of a sudden. Because she had been spacing out, she thought she had imagined it. Still, she couldn't help but raise her head and look around before she looked at the door again, only to realize that it was just her own imagination. He wasn’t there at all.
However, just then, a man’s voice sounded from the direction of the clock hanging on the wall again. “Stop spacing out. Hurry up and deal with your wound.”