Mr.Richard Only Loves Me

In the dimly lit room, a man stood by the thick curtains, bending slightly to put on his trousers, his bare upper body revealing sharply defined muscles, striking even in the subdued light. When he turned slightly, the light gray trousers hid the V-line extending from his waist. Ayria Will lay on the bed, quietly watching him. The disarray on the bed and her loose hair draped over her shoulders and the white pillow hinted at what had transpired. As the man picked up his shirt to put it on, he suddenly turned to Ayria and asked in a deep voice, “Who am I?” Ayria was stunned, wanting to say, "You are...", but found she couldn't remember his face. His face was a blur, filling her with confusion and making it impossible to speak. Ayria jolted awake, her heart still pounding. She saw the white wall opposite her, her mind still in the dream. Was it a dream, or reality? The vivid images lingered in her mind until an elderly voice brought her back. An old lady sitting in a wheelchair, watching TV, saw Ayria suddenly open her eyes and asked, “What’s wrong?” Ayria recognized the activity room of the nursing home. She visited her grandmother here every weekend. The old lady held Ayria's cold, sweaty hand and asked, “Did you have a nightmare?” Ayria shook her head. “No.” The old lady sighed; this child was always too stubborn, never admitting how hard or tired she was. Ayria Will quietly asked, “Why aren't you playing with them, Grandma?” The old lady smiled proudly. “You're here to keep me company.” Ayria visited every weekend, no matter how busy she was. The phone rang suddenly, and Ayria smiled wryly at her grandmother before stepping out to answer it. As she left the activity room, some old ladies came over to chat with her grandmother. One new lady inquired about Ayria, and her grandmother proudly said, “She doesn’t have a boyfriend.” The lady was delighted, thinking of her grandson, but Ayria's grandmother added, “She’s already married.” At 7 p.m., heavy rain worsened California’s traffic. Ayria rushed back to the newsroom to help with a problem article. The editor shouted at everyone, and no one dared speak. After the editor finished yelling, he told them to get back to work. Kate, unable to hold back, complained, “Why are we working late because of her mistake?” Kate showed Ayria a video of a man in a dark brown suit getting out of a car. Even though it was just his profile, he looked very handsome. He was Richard Tully, CEO of TWYL Group. Kate said Winter had promised to interview him but failed, causing them all to work late. When Ayria got home, she smelled the dampness of the old building. She walked into her bedroom, saw the man sleeping on the bed, and relaxed. She looked at Richard Tully's sleeping face, remembering the dream at the nursing home, and found it amusing. People worked hard to meet this important man, and here he was, sleeping in her bed.