Consuela could tell that the man wasn't happy about her appearance.
Strangely, his attitude was somewhat cold.
"What's wrong with you?" Unable to be calm anymore, Consuela opened her mouth first.
Why was he in the hospital so soon? And it seemed that he didn't want to call her on purpose.
Richie adjusted the speed of the infusion, frowned slightly, and explained, "the old disease relapses,
and he will be discharged for a reexamination after having an intravenous drip."
Tim ran so fast that he didn't delete the message he sent. Maybe he sent it on purpose or it was too
late.
He put his phone back on the bedside table and picked up the paper files on the table to check. Being
kept away from others made him look more aggressive.
She touched her nose awkwardly but didn't know what to say.
She could only come here to see him, not to do anything else.
In the quiet room, the man sitting at the head of the bed suddenly said, "maybe you can sit down?"
Pregnant women should have some self-awareness. If they felt tired, they could rest; if they felt hungry,
they could eat; if they felt sleepy, they could sleep.
The woman was in a daze for a while. After hearing that, she realized that the corners of her mouth
couldn't help but lengthen upwards. He was actually caring for her.
Looking up at the man who frowned, she sighed suddenly. This awkward and arrogant man was the
last person to let others explore his inner thoughts.
Holding a glass of newly filled warm water in her hand, Consuela lowered her head and said in a low
voice, "I called you many times yesterday."
Although she guessed that Hiram didn't want to answer her phone. If he didn't admit it in person, she
still didn't want to believe it.
Now that he had changed, she should have the hope.
The man stopped his hand turning the pages and the slight sound of paper rubbing suddenly stopped.
He kept his eyes down, looking at the white paper and black words.
"Why did you call me yesterday?"
He just woke up this morning. Yesterday, in order to make him sleep well, Cassie gave him a lot of
sleeping pills.
Thousands of reasons flooded her mind, but she didn't expect him to give her such an answer. "No,"
she replied in a low voice
What happened yesterday wasn't important anymore.
That man did not respond to her. The paper he turned over told her that he did not pay attention to her.
As long as there was nothing wrong with the baby, he would never be restless. So why had she been
restless before?
With a straight face, Consuela didn't want to think too much. She stayed in the hospital silently for a
long while, feeling bored. Then she ordered a meal for lunch.
She still kept the take-away phone number she had stored in the hospital. "What would you like for
lunch?"
After the infusion, Richie licked his lips and suddenly smiled. "I want to eat you."
His smile was so bright and handsome that Consuela's heart raced.
His words were not very good. She didn't think it was a good idea.
Keeping her phone away from him, Consuela said, "since you don't want to tell me, I'll make a
reservation as we ordered before."
The man nodded submissively, with an almost invisible gleam shining in his eyes.
And the relationship between them seemed to be lightened up by this teasing.
They started to have lunch at noon. The man had done a complete inspection in the morning, waiting
for the inspection report in the afternoon.
Consuela had no idea why she had been waiting for it all the time. She felt sleepy the moment she got
in the limo.
She leaned against the car window to take a nap. 'What a weak pregnant woman she is!' she thought.
She couldn't do anything, and she was always sleepy.
She had been lying in bed for an hour when she had been in the hospital.
As she leaned down, a familiar fragrance of mint poured into her nose. She sighed and smiled.
It was better for her to go through the inexplicable cold war with him.
Looking at the woman who leaned on his shoulder and looked serene, he pursed his lips and looked
away, but his mind began to mess and his eyes became unfocused.
Suddenly, his phone rang, which pulled him back to his senses. He immediately hung up the phone
with another free hand in an awkward gesture.
Looking at the name on his mobile phone, he sneered and thought: "Good! It's the 'muddy' called Tim!"
He sent the message with one hand. The woman on his shoulder suddenly moved. His hand vibrated
slightly, indicating that he had received a message.
All of a sudden, the man was in no mood to read the text. He maintained a difficult position in the
suburban villa.
Consuela rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, "have you arrived home?"
Her dazed voice was incredibly soft, and she said the word "home" subconsciously. It seemed that she
took it seriously.
With a smile, he held her by the waist and said, "we're home."
Hearing what he said, the frown on Consuela's face disappeared. She cracked a smile and fell asleep.
If he didn't know what she usually looked like, he would think she was pretending to be asleep.
She wouldn't be so intimate with him, when she was awake, unless he forced her.
He took her into the grand villa and gestured with his eyes for a maid and Nancy to come over.
The maid seemed to be hired by his mother and all of them were acquaintances in Ye's house. After
receiving the instructions, they did not say anything and behaved themselves perfectly.
Richie took her to the bedroom, took off her shoes and socks, and half knelt in front of the bed, in an
elegant and gentleman gesture.
After settling her, he left with a light step. He took out his phone from his pocket after closing the door
and dialed a number.
He threatened him with the most flat voice and even with a slight smile, "You'll be dead meat if there is
nothing important."
Tim couldn't swallow a mouthful of water. Sure enough, he forgot to delete the traces of the murder,
which was courting death. He had to report it at the other end of the phone.
"Some new information about the mysterious woman was found. You need to go there in person and
check it."
When he looked at the tightly closed European style carved door, he suddenly said absent-minded,
"why should I support you?"
"Yes, boss. I got it. I am on my way." Tim replied as he was racking his brains.
As expected, when one worked for others, he had to go through all kinds of fire, just like the servants of
the ancient times who took the silver needles to test the poison.
After the phone was hung up, Richie looked away and went downstairs, preparing to make a simple
bowl of instant noodles.
He was not good at cooking, but he was one of the few specialties.
He only hoped that the woman wouldn't dislike the noodles too much, but she should dare not to dislike
blatantly.
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