Taking off his dark suit, Richie exhaled a breath and walked upstairs with a strong smell of wine. He
frowned as he smelled it.
He walked into the bedroom, and there was no light in it. The light was so dark that it was hard for
people to adapt to it for a while. With the help of his memory, Richie found the bathroom in the
darkness.
When the light was on, he could see clearly the woman sleeping on the bed, except her white face. Her
whole body was totally buried in the quilt.
He smiled helplessly and tried to walk as lightly as possible. After taking his changing clothes, he
entered the bathroom. In the mirror, he saw a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.
He curled up his lips as if he didn't observe it carefully and found nothing.
The sound of water flowing slowly through the door of the gauze window. His smooth figure was
outlined by nobody but the light in the room.
He wiped off the water from his body and came out in a simple pajama. Then he left a gentle kiss on
the forehead of the woman who seemed to be asleep.
"Good night, Consuela," He left in time and rushed to the study to finish the following cooperation case,
but he did not see the woman's trembling eyelashes clearly.
After a slight sound of door closing, the huge bedroom returned to silence again. The woman in the bed
slowly turned around.
"You coward. No wonder you were so suppressed." Her self mockery echoed in the quiet room.
All of a sudden, something dawned on her. She wiped the liquid on her face with her hand. Her hand
was wet and she felt amused.
She was not born to be weak, but recently she seemed to have been too scared to fight back.
That was why unconsciously, a kind of inexplicable servility had been deeply rooted in the bone.
When she was in a daze, she suddenly felt a young and strong body pressed down on the bed beside
her.
Through the thin clothes, she could still feel the veins in his muscles. The veins were not exaggerated,
but they reflected his strength.
She suddenly felt a sense of frustration. Not only her power was inferior to that of Richie, but also her
strength and intelligence were at a disadvantage in front of him.
"Are you awakened by me?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
He tightened his grip on her waist. He drew closer to her, which made her feel uncomfortable.
Consuela blinked her eyes and responded indifferently, "Well. Good night."
The man didn't know what to say. He could only stay in the bed, feeling something was wrong with her.
He wasn't sure what it was.
Besides, recent accidents also made him a little annoyed. He fell asleep soon after his head touched a
pillow.
Since he had slept with Consuela, he always had a good sleep.
On the early morning of the next day, Richie got up noiselessly. After washing, he changed into the
business suit and tied a tie in the bathroom.
He looked at the bed, the quilt was bulged up. She was still sleeping.
When he was about to kiss her, his phone rang. He frowned and went away. Then he answered the
phone.
Everything was going on as usual. When Consuela got out of the bed, she didn't see the man. She felt
happy and energetic.
No sooner had she finished breakfast than she received a call from Debbie. She kept nagging on the
phone, but Consuela could not hear her clearly.
They said through the phone. Consuela could hear everything. Immediately, she got flustered.
"Could you please tell me where you are? Don't run around."
Debbie giggled as if she was trying to figure out where she was, "En... I am in the QS Street... Are you
coming to drink with me? Hahaha... "
Ignoring the long crazy laughter from the other side of the line, Consuela walked towards the direction.
Emily helped to arrange her car.
The QS Street was the only place in L City that was not touched by reinforced concrete. It was an
ancient city style area and enjoyed a beautiful scenery. Sheryl and she once shared a boat there.
Debbie didn't point out the exact address of the pub. As a result, Consuela was hard to find out.
Finally, she found the drunk woman at the gate of a restaurant with red lanterns hanging on the door
and horizontal inscribed characters on it.
Consuela suppressed her anger and pounded the table in an attempt to bring that woman back to her
senses. "You're not allowed to go to work in broad daylight. Do you think that man will be kind to you if
he see you?"
"The worst result is that I will not work here anymore. I've been working in Sruthan Building for such a
long time. What's the big deal? " She screamed and laughed.
With that, she handed the bottle of liquor to Consuela and said with a smile, "come on. Sit down and
drink with me." After a pause, she withdrew her hand quickly and said solemnly, "no, you can't drink."
Consuela didn't know how to deal with this woman.
She sat down opposite her and asked, "What happened? Why did you come here and drink alone?"
Consuela really wanted to know something from this drunkard. Otherwise, Debbie would definitely bite
her teeth and tell nothing to her when she woke up.
But she didn't know that the guard of this person would not decrease a little even if she got drunk.
Debbie shook her head, leaned close to her and said, "hush, it's a secret."
Consuela silently watched the woman, who had drunk more than half a day, keep silent. When she was
about to fall asleep, the woman suddenly burst into tears.
Then she fell asleep after crying.
"……" Consuela sighed helplessly.
After checking out, Consuela walked to the reception desk and was about to take Debbie away.
Suddenly, she saw the phone which Debbie was trampling on was lighting.
She bent down to pick it up and unlocked the phone. When she saw the caller's name on the screen,
she answered it. She knew that the caller must be the man she had met before.
She had been a fan of him for a long time.
The man's voice over the phone was unusually fast, as if he was walking. His voice was a little wobbly.
"Listen to me carefully. After you listen to me, you can do whatever you want to do. Where are you
now?"
The only answer he got was silence.
Consuela raised her hand and pushed the sleeping woman, without responding.
"Can you stop messing around? Answer me first, okay?" The man said in a doting tone, as if he could
do nothing about it.
This embarrassed Consuela. She cleared her throat and said, "I'm sorry. I'm Consuela, a friend of
Debbie."
At the same time, a dead silence welcomed her as she told him Debbie's condition and position.
A few minutes later, that man arrived and took Debbie away. Consuela went back to the villa.
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