The waiting time was excruciating. When everyone in the ward talked to him for a few words, the sky
became darker and darker. The mist had been shrouded in the sky.
There were not many stars in the sky, one after another.
Consuela leaned against the back of the chair. Casually, she raised her head and looked at the sky
through the glass window. In her dark brown eyes, it was very quiet.
She had nothing to do with the man's sudden faint. At least that was what she thought. But he let her
leave in public.
Perhaps he just wanted everyone to know that the mistress of the Ye Clan, who had already been
registered, was just like a decoration.
What a selfish man! He always had her at his beck and call.
"You don't seem close?" Cassie came out from the elevator with an ointment in her hand, turned to look
at the ward and asked straightforwardly.
Consuela's body went stiff. After a while, she nodded in relief. The relationship between them was so
bad that it wasn't hard to describe.
"TSK, TSK. That man always put on a long face. But actually, he is nice." Cassie said in a low voice as
she was playing friendship cards for him.
Nice? The corners of her mouth twitched.
They had lived together for a long time, but she still hadn't discovered that he was a good guy. He was
so good at hiding his good points.
Cassie opened the bottle of green ointment, squeezed out some, and wiped it on Consuela's face in a
gentle and skilled way. It wouldn't make her feel pain.
A very cool fragrance of mint, just like the smell often left by Richie.
Inexplicably, she blurted out, "Does Richie like the taste of mint very much?"
He seemed to be associated with the fragrance of mint. The villa was full of peppermint shower gel,
peppermint shampoo, peppermint perfume, and so on.
Cassie replied quickly, "I remember that he liked the taste of green lemon before. It seems that he has
changed his habits now."
She answered in a casual way and didn't take it to heart.
After getting the answer she wanted, Consuela suddenly realized that his habits were all changed only
because of the mixed blood girl.
It should be because he loved her so much that he let himself change slowly.
"In fact, you know how their story ends, don't you? Why don't you tell me?" After a long moment of
silence, Consuela turned to the woman sitting next to her, who was putting something away.
There was no reason for them to suddenly lose contact with each other.
Cassie was a little awkward. Like comforting a child, she patted Consuela on the head and said with a
smile, "I'll tell you later when I'm free. It's not the right time."
She didn't intend to hide anything. Although their relationship was not so close, they were legally
married.
There was no crime in investigating the past of the other. As long as she didn't mention it in front of that
person, she didn't want to accept such a patient who was not subject to discipline.
"But you can't say it in front of him. You have also seen his face. He is so self-restrained that he doesn't
punch others wildly."
Didn't he hit others? The wounds on his face hadn't completely healed yet.
At night, a high officer was hospitalized. Cassie was dragged away, and the members of the Ye Clan
were about to leave. At last, only his mother stayed in front of her.
"We can't figure out what kind of person Richie is. Please forgive him." The woman patted Consuela's
shoulder and said in a melancholy voice.
As a mother who had been through the experience, she could see that in fact, Richie had a place for
her daughter-in-law in his heart. Although his daughter-in-law was obedient, she was also worried
about him.
The woman turned her head sometimes to look inside, her eyes desolate but no complaints.
She didn't know what had happened between the two young people, but she was sure that her son
wouldn't fall in a faint because of something unimportant.
The two could only depend on their own attitudes in the future.
Consuela smiled, "That's what I should do."
Sitting there for a long time, she had figured out a lot of things. The reason why her mother was nice to
her was nothing more than a connection between Richie and her.
If she hadn't been the wife of Richie and had no baby in her belly, she couldn't even imagine the
consequences.
After they talked for a while, Mrs. Ye left. There was only Richie and Laura sitting by his bed in the
ward.
Her eyes were a little sore, so she closed them and did not want to see more.
The door was wide open. It seemed that someone did that on purpose. He was afraid that she couldn't
see the scene clearly and couldn't hear their conversation.
"Richie, are you thirsty? Do you want some water? You don't know how sad I was when I heard that
you were hospitalized. Fortunately, you're all right now. " Laura's slap mark had been covered up by her
flattery.
The man's voice was cold and alienated. He directly demanded, "Close the door first."
Consuela's heart skipped a beat when she heard the man's words. She couldn't help but stare at him.
Close the door?What did he mean?
What the hell did they want to do!
The man naturally saw her. After looking at her with his eyes devoid of any emotions, the door
separated them from each other. At last, she could only see an ambiguous smile at the corners of
Laura's mouth.
It didn't matter whether she satirized her or felt happy for herself.
Consuela stroked her belly. Her long hair was scattered behind the head. The cream made her face
look more pitiful. Her skin was white, and the red mark could hardly be removed in a short time.
She was hungry, but the couple in the ward were preparing the night chat, and she saw that the
members from Ye's house brought a lot of food to the one inside.
The more she thought, the more hungry she was.
When Tim finished working and arrived at the hospital, she was at her hungriest. The man stopped on
the way, when he passed her.
Her face was swollen, her eyes red, with traces of tears that were not completely dried. She was
supposed to be cherished in the palm of his hands, but at this moment she was so dejected.
Raising her head, Consuela gave him an embarrassed smile. She covered her belly with both hands to
stop the tears from rushing out.
She knew how ugly she was even without looking in the mirror. How long had it been since the last time
she was in such a mess? She almost forgot.
Tim concealed the sudden heartache rising from the bottom of his heart and nodded politely to her. His
eyes were slightly cold when he looked at the door of the ward.
Instead of knocking at the door, he pushed it open. It was not locked. Consuela wanted to see what
was going on inside, but the man seemed to be prepared. He banged the door heavily.
The crisp way he shut the door was hard for her to image. She was also a little speechless and
resentful.
Sure enough, as long as he saw Richie's attitude, no matter who he was, he would have a little
estrangement from her.
In the long corridor with heating on, she suddenly felt a little cold, which was emitted from her bones
and unable to disperse.
She had been sitting here like a joke to show weakness.
A pregnant woman who was pregnant but not welcomed.
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