Feeling he was more approachable, Consuela teased him with a smile, "Why are you so angry?"
Richie glared at her, but said nothing.
The woman closed the door, with a luxuriously packaged bag in her hand. She carefully took out the
porridge from the bag.
She fixed everything for him and waited for him to drink.
His eyes darkened. He forced a smile and said, "My hand hurts. You feed me."
The man leaned his head back a little, his beautiful eyes gleaming. Since he said so frankly, Consuela
was stunned for a while.
She had been with him for so many hours, but she still didn't find he had this symptom. He always got
out of bed and took things at one go.
She knew this man wanted to order her to do things, but she was too furious to say anything about it.
Even if he wanted to eat shit now, she would not stop him.
She was always so sweet.
With a sigh, Consuela stirred the porridge with a spoon. She had never fed anyone before, and she
was not good at feeding.
But it was not difficult to see that she had been very clumsy and careful all the time.
Just like feeding a child, the woman fed the man with a mischievous smile on her face, "Oh, open your
mouth."
Wasn't he a naughty boy who made trouble when he didn't get his attention?
Nobody had ever told her what kind of illness had happened to him, so she had always simplified his
condition into the least.
She shouldn't sympathize with this fickle man, otherwise she wouldn't know what would happen to her
in the end.
Richie laughed. He ate the porridge obediently. The taste was light, like a mixture of sugar.
It was not oily at all. It got the point. His stomach, which was fastidious by Nancy, at this moment did
not feel bored.
At noon, Wendy came to visit Richie with a big bag of things. The lady looked at her son's pale face
and suddenly her eyes became red.
She was blaming him for his faults. "I told you to be busy every day. Now you can have a day off," she
teased.
"No, I don't think so," said Richie, breaking her fantasy with a simple cough.
Right after he stopped coughing, a glass of water was handed over to him. It was handed by the
woman who had eaten a lot of good things. Her face was red now, no longer like a sick person.
Looking at the exchange between the two people, Wendy did not soften and teased, "My daughter-in-
law is really good. You can be happy secretly every night."
Luckily, Consuela was here to take care of him. Otherwise, no one would stay here and take care of the
big boy who liked to make trouble all the time.
A mild blush appeared on Consuela's face after he finished drinking the water. She sat down and
began peeling the fruit. Her husband's gaze was tender as ever. In the eyes of outsiders, they were
really very affectionate.
But only the people involved knew clearly that they did all this just to deceive the public.
Richie let her pretend to be intimate in front of the elders of the Ye Clan. For her, the benefits were
absolutely more than disadvantages.
"Would you like an apple, mom?" she asked.
When Wendy helped her like that before, she had already developed a clear decent image in her heart.
It was not difficult to call her now.
The man's eyelashes trembled a little, and his long fingers pressed against his thin lips.
He didn't know how he felt, but he didn't show any resistance.
She immediately stood up and took the apple from Consuela's hand. She didn't look like a noble lady
anymore, not as imposing as she had been that day.
She was so kind and gentle that she didn't need to protect anyone. She was just a mother who cared
about her son but couldn't do anything about him.
He would be moved by how considerate his wife was.
Seeing the man's sincere smile, Consuela didn't have the heart to disappoint him. She knew that she
would not lie to her for long.
Her hand on the sickbed was suddenly gripped. She looked up in surprise and met with a threat in his
deep eyes.
Oh, he saw through her sudden emotional swing, so he was so alert.
Consuela tried to comfort him. She broke free from his grip and said gently, "Don't worry."
She was a selfish woman, and she wouldn't gamble with her future. So don't worry.
He had always been a difficult guy to get rid of. But now he was much more amiable than ever, perhaps
because he was ill or something else.
After receiving her assurance, he closed his eyes and didn't say anything more. Strangely, he was as
quiet as a ghost.
This was definitely a prelude to the big news.
Before Wendy left, she held Consuela's hand and told her a lot of things, giving her a satisfied smile.
Just like the seller was happy and nervous at the thought that the buyer had finally bought the
unsalable goods that she had been hiding for so many years.
The man closed his eyes slightly and had an infusion tube on the back of his fair hand. Hearing the
footsteps, he said indifferently, "I want to eat a pineapple."
He knew what kind of person she was. He knew that it would be easy to make her do some work, and
he wouldn't cause her any antipathy.
"Okay, Mr. Richie," Consuela said impatiently and left the ward in a hurry again.
All of a sudden, Consuela believed that if she had chosen nursing major as the subject in the
University, she would surely make a great success in the industry.
After sending the sliced pineapple to the man and taking care of him to finish eating, an embarrassing
thing happened.
He wanted her to help him go to the bathroom.
Leaning against the bathroom door, he retorted stubbornly, "Humph, You even want to call a nursing
worker to help me go to the bathroom? Is this the so-called gratitude?"
The man bent his long leg and stood in front of her, blocking her way. He seemed to have lost in his
fragrance of mint, which could be smelled everywhere.
Richie, as a pervert, pretended to have a problem with his hands and asked Consuela to help him use
the toilet.
His teasing made her blush. Unable to maintain her composure any longer, she said in a serious voice,
"The nursing worker is more professional than I at this point. You'll make it quick."
The words were so weird. She didn't know what she was talking about, but she couldn't figure out the
man's expression.
"If you dare to call a nursing worker to help me, you will be dead meat." The man leaned back against
the wall and said slowly.
Burning with rage, Consuela lowered her head and stole a glance at his long leg which was resting on
the ground. She then said while clenching her fists, "Let me help you get inside, okay?"
However, she didn't expect that Richie could be so mean to her. He brushed his thick eyelashes and
smiled with white teeth. "My hand hurts."
"You are so shameless!"
With a hollow smile, Consuela helped the man walk into the bathroom. Then she helped him unfasten
his loose trousers. Lowering her head, she could also feel the vigorous heat.
The whole process could only be described with two words "the embarrassment", endless
embarrassment.
If she was bold enough, she would definitely break his third leg.
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