Consuela walked to the gourmet street while the man in the ward was slowly waking up.
The sun was shining brightly. As usual, Tim knocked at the door of the ward. Before he got permission,
he pushed the door open and came in.
As far as Tim was concerned, Cassie didn't dare to act recklessly.
When he entered the ward, Tim's heart missed a beat when he saw Richie's gloomy face.
Unluckily, Consuela wasn't here.
When Richie saw the person, the hope in his eyes was vanished. He asked in an unfriendly tone, "Do
you come here to see a patient without any gifts?"
When he just woke up, the woman had disappeared. He was dissatisfied when Tim suddenly
appeared. He thought it was the woman who came back.
Tim wiped the sweat on his forehead. He was obviously looking for trouble.
"I'm here to care about you. I don't know what you want." He shrugged his shoulders to show his
helplessness. His original plan was to be this man's competent assistant.
"Did you see her?" he asked coldly.
"Ahem, I just arrived, and I didn't see Consuela."
Seeing that man's face clearly showed that he didn't need him, Tim could only squeeze out a bitter
smile. He must feel the life was so wonderful that he came here to look for trouble.
Richie stood up and walked steadily into the bathroom with his pale face. He turned his head and said
to the person standing outside, "Why can't you find her if you don't see her?"
He was confused as to the reason why the man was so aggressive?
Tim wanted to retort, but he didn't dare to do so. Feeling aggrieved, he answered, "Yes, my boss. I'm
going to bring her back right away."
Consuela was not stupid. She had a pair of hands and healthy feet. Maybe something had happened to
her when she left the ward, or she might just do something else for him.
Why did Richie worry about Consuela so much?
He couldn't understand the feelings of losing something in love.
He heaved a long sigh, when the man in the bathroom got angry again. "I asked you to look for her. Do
you still have any complaints?"
Tim quickly denied, "No, I don't dare to complain at all even if I go up the mountain or under the sea of
fire."
The man came out of the bathroom wearing a loose hospital gown. His features were deep and clean.
He looked at Tim with a sneer and said nothing.
Tim knew that he shouldn't have stayed in the ward for too long. He immediately turned around and
opened the door. "I'm leaving now."
But right then, he bumped into someone. Lowering his head, he gasped and grabbed hold of her wrist,
who was almost knocked down to the ground.
If she fell to the ground, he would be definitely sent to Africa to be a charity senior.
The moment Consuela raised her head, a familiar voice came from behind her, "Consuela, are you
okay?"
"I'm okay. Let go of your hand first." She waved her hand and smiled helplessly. Her hand was hurt.
The next second, Tim let go of Consuela's hand with a flattering smile. This was how she looked when
she faced the man?
Behind her came an unhappy voice of the man. "How long are you going to stand there and exchanged
looks?"
They both felt cold as if someone suddenly turned down the temperature of the air conditioner.
Tim walked away with a bitter smile and let the woman who carried the porridge come in first. He
looked down and saw the woman carrying a big bag.
The man exclaimed, "Oh my God! Why do you bring so many things?"
Unable to bear his exaggerated expression, Consuela curled her lips and responded, "I guess you
haven't eaten anything since you came here so early. I bought a lot of food. Do you want to join us?"
After Tim regained his composure, he paused in shock for a few seconds. Raising his head, he caught
a glimpse of the smiling man not far away.
He shrunk and refused, "I don't think it's a good idea.
Stay away from me! I'm gonna be chopped to death."
The man understood what she was trying to say and asked with a sneer, "Are you going to treat me as
a dead person?"
He asked in reply with a clear and agile voice. After pressing the air to a certain extent that it was
almost close to touch, while waiting for a spark.
Consuela turned around with a wry smile and said dryly, "How dare I?"
It was not easy to break the ice relationship, how dare she let it freeze again like this.
"Why did you get up so early? Where did you go?" he asked.
His cold tone and bright eyes suggested that he was in a bad mood.
In addition to preparing for the breakfast for him, she also bought some food in the supermarket not far
away from there. It seemed that she didn't do anything that could provoke him.
Thinking of this, Consuela was more confident and said, "I'm going to buy breakfast for you. It's much
better than yesterday morning. I thought you would be happy."
Feeling a heavy blow on his chest, Tim put his hand on his face and hoped someone to come and save
him.
He did not dare to disturb their sweetness, let alone blame the man, his boss.
It was not until hearing her words that Richie noticed the things in her hand. He said that he dared not
to move.
Originally, the two of them were a little far apart. When he made eye contact with the man behind her,
who was in a daze, he pulled a long face all of a sudden. "Tim, are you not paid?"
He had known him for a long time. No matter what Richie did, he could probably guess what he was
thinking.
He snatched the thing from the woman's hand and dragged her towards Richie. With a stern look, he
said, "Consuela, you're pregnant. You shouldn't have done that. If you meet any problems, just let me
know. I'll handle it."
Amused by his words, Consuela couldn't help but burst into laughter. She looked at his confident face
and nodded, without saying anything else.
"Come here." The man walked back slowly to the bedside, patted the snow-white quilt, and stared at
Consuela who was standing at the door.
His meaning was obvious.
Consuela didn't have the time to think too much. She walked up to him and asked anxiously, "You look
unhappy. Are you hurt somewhere else?"
Richie frowned. He found that this woman seemed to care about him a lot, but she was heartless.
In the past few days, as long as he looked pale, she would ask him if he felt uncomfortable.
Was it true that she didn't understand or didn't want to?
The man looked at her with his eyes wide open, just like a spoiled child, "I thought you wouldn't come
back once you left. I still can't believe it when I see you now."
But his tone was inexplicably sad, as if he had touched something bad.
It occurred to her that something that had happened three years ago and that woman hadn't come
back since then.
"Consuela's porridge is so delicious. I have never eaten such delicious porridge before." Tim opened
his mouth in time to break the man's sadness.
Knowing what he meant, Consuela rubbed her forehead speechlessly.
With a false smile, Richie said, "It's useless for you to be jealous."
Tim bumped into the man again and wrinkled his nose.
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