Then she leaned back against the counter and began to stroke her belly, properly forcing her to look
shy and satisfied.
Every time it came to the critical moment, her acting skill would erupt.
"He has done a lot for me, but I can't do anything for him. I've always been feeling guilty," with a smile,
she continued, "That's why I want to cook for him."
Suddenly she raised her head and looked Nancy in the eye. With a seductive smile on her lips, she
said, "He gave me a lot of tolerance and care, and I want to repay him a little bit of warmth."
His care and tolerance? She had never seen such things from the man.
Having been fooled by Consuela's words, Nancy didn't know what to say anymore. She thought that
the couple were in a good relationship.
She frowned and didn't know how to retort. It was a good thing that Mrs. Consuela was kind to Mr.
Richie, but Well, just let the young couple have their way.
"Okay, I'll help you then," Nancy suggested with a smile, relaxed.
She couldn't stop worrying about Mrs. Consuela if she really did it alone.
"Thank you, Nancy," Consuela said as she put the hair to her ears. Then she began to wash the
vegetables.
It didn't take a long time to cook the vegetables, only four dishes and one soup. They weren’t very
bumper, but they were put much effort.
Looking at the woman whose long hair was loosely coiled and who was seriously cooking, Nancy finally
believed that Mrs. Consuela was really good at cooking.
The rumor that she wasn't a good cook mustn't be true.
The dinner was ready at seven o'clock in the evening. After she finished, Consuela went upstairs to
take a shower. Although she turned on th lampblack machine, the smell of food still filled the air.
It must be fragrant, but not doting.
But Richie still didn't come back. She looked at her phone. It was an empty message box. She had to
sit on the sofa with legs crossed, waiting for him.
It was a good time to watch the news. She felt sleepy when she heard the plain but not loud voice.
Since she was pregnant, she became fond of sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would fall
asleep immediately.
In the CEO Office of Sruthan Building, with a European style celling lamp shimmering with cold light,
Richie stood up and was about to leave after he resolved the complicated tasks in his hands.
They had a video meeting for several hours, and the tasks needed to be handed over and the matters
needing attention were all prepared.
There was a knock at the door. The man who was about to stand up frowned and asked someone to
come in with a low voice.
Tim with the cold air entered the room and stared at the man's silent face. He didn't know who was
going to do this again.
Then he hurriedly went to report all cooperative cases of the Wang Group.
"Give me a simple sentence and finish it or I'll replace you." Hearing the long series of sentences,
Richie turned his head to look at the world outside the French window.
His deep and dark eyes were glimmering with a cold light. He showed no expression on his face, while
his body was exuding invisible pressure.
With the file in his hand, Tim swallowed his saliva silently. He could judge by his experience of
acquaintances with Richie for many years that Richie was not pleased now.
Without knowing the reason, he had to fast report it with a long face.
There was no time for him to waste money on his salary. He had to continue working when his boss
called him back.
"Laura has a very wide range of contacts for us, and she has also made Wang Group look forward to
long-term cooperation." Tim couldn't help saying something nice.
He wondered what kind of reward Richie would give to gain this benefit so easily.
Squinting his eyes, Richie stood up and walked past him. "I'll take care of the rest. Go to the dinner
party with me."
The man who was still standing there pulled a long face at once. He went to the dinner with Richie, only
to get two results. He drank half dead and vomited into darkness.
And he had tried two of them, and his face became as green as vegetables.
After negotiating on the work contract, Richie left the dinner party in advance and let Tim clean up the
mess. No matter how many timed were called back, he didn't care.
The car sped on the busy street in front of the villa, but no one dared to bring out the law enforcement
authority.
He wondered what Consuela who was like a dull cat would do in the villa.
The man, who devoted himself to two things, didn't notice that what he was thinking now was the
insignificant thing. It shouldn't have been such a little thing to linger around his boy.
When he arrived at the villa, it was already half past ten. Since the lights on the second floor were still
off, Consuela might have already gone to bed. She was pregnant, so she couldn't stay up late.
After changing his shoes, he walked into the living room. He thought over what had happened before,
but she was awake.
Sitting cross legged on the sofa, she watched the soap opera, not noticing that someone was
approaching behind her until she heard the man's voice. "Oh, it's your road with an idiot again."
He was making a statement, with a strong sense of superiority in his voice. Consuela wasn't pleased
by Richie's unfriendly tone. She stopped in front of him to give him a reply.
"You haven't eaten yet, right? I cooked a meal for you myself," asked Consuela as she switched off the
TV and put on her slippers.
When she was in the company, she heard a lot of rumors about him. The business community was a
business tycoon who was responsible for the sales of his company and his means.
Unexpectedly, the man didn't cooperate with her and said, "I have already eaten outside."
This was so direct and clear that it made her unable to answer.
Raising her head, Consuela laughed awkwardly. It was as hard as reaching the heaven alone to make
a good impression on a man like him.
How could she be so brainless to come up with this method?
"I see. Then I'll go myself." She wanted to apologize, but his eyes were as dark as ink.
She went to the living room with her head down. When she changed into pink pajamas which was like
a rabbit. The rabbit's ears dropped down, as if she was very disappointed.
Her long hair shone softly in the light. Richie caught the key words in her words. He looked up and
followed her.
She made the meal by herself. Now she went to eat alone. Did she mean that she had been waiting for
him on the sofa for so long?
When he saw the dishes on the table which were obviously his favorites, he had a complicated feeling.
The man asked, "Have you waited for a long time?"
The dishes on the table had already cooled down, no temperature left. There was a thin layer of film on
the soup, which was slightly shaken by her.
She didn't have time to think it over. She smiled and explained, "I didn't wait long. It's winter now. The
dishes are cold fast."
Without thinking, he blurted out, "I drank a lot at the dinner and felt hungry after spitting it out. Heat the
dishes and let's eat them together."
Looking at the woman's surprised eyes, Richie was expressionless and even laughed in a good
mood.
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