Novel Name : Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 139 Dealing With The Rival In Love (7)

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Consuela wiped her face with a piece of tissue casually. The corners of her mouth twitched at her

words. She didn't want to deny it.

She must be really embarrassed as she did not go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their divorce

certificate

When she was in a trance, Debbie lifted the make-up mirror and laid it down in front of her. "Look at the

mirror, young lady," she teased.

She took the mirror from Debbie and looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was covered in tears, and

her eyes and nose were red.

How sad she was crying.

"Consuela, don't get emotional easily just because of love. It's true that a rich boss like Richie can lead

a comfortable life, but you shouldn't get lost for him." With a hand stretching out to count the benefits of

the boss, she then continued to turn the topic to comfort the poor girl.

Consuela put down the mirror and shot a glance at the woman as if she was asking her how she knew

that.

"I'm really not sad about this." The woman wiped the tears on her face hard with a piece of tissue and

explained lightly.

But she suddenly felt so aggrieved. On second thought, she was really hypocritical.

Moreover, how could she really love that man regardless of everything, just because he was with a

woman, and cried indiscriminately.

Looking at the woman who was crying like a kid and trying to save her image, Debbie spread her

hands helplessly, "OK, OK, I believe you."

Although Consuela didn't raise her head, she could tell from the woman's face that she didn't believe

her words. A frown tightened between her eyebrows. When she was about to say something, her

phone rang.

Debbie also looked over. The name "Richie" came into her sight. She raised her head and looked at

Consuela.

Why did this man call her now? Did he want to be forgiven since he realized his mistake?

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared at the screen. Just as the phone was about to be turned off,

she got up.

"Where are you now?" The man asked indifferently.

Now, Consuela had no choice but to tell him the position in a low voice.

Richie pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about where she was. Then he said, "I have to go

abroad for a few days to work on a case. You must be obedient at home."

Just then, Debbie was sitting beside Consuela and heard what Richie had said. Her little face was as

wrinkled as the bun.

Work? Why did she feel that he was going abroad to have an affair.

The look in her eyes was so evident that it made Consuela relieved. She couldn't help but chuckle.

"What? Are you so happy that you can't see me these days?" Obviously, Richie had misunderstood her

smile. His tone of voice suddenly became cold.

When Consuela was about to explain something, the man added, "I'll deal with the matter as fast as I

can, and then come back to get in your way."

How could he be so childish?

"What time is your flight? I will see you off." Shrugging her shoulders, Consuela smiled resignedly.

"If you come back now, you can help me pack my things and see me off."

Upon hearing the busy tone from the phone, Consuela felt a bit morose, her head pounding. She

couldn't believe that this man would be so arrogant even when he asked her for help.

The scene that Richie and Consuela displaying their affection in front of the others suddenly cheered

Debbie up.

"Just as I said, a man who thinks women are troublesome like the big boss would not fool around with

many women. I'm sure the person he came across today is a relative of him."

Consuela didn't know how to respond but nodded in agreement.

She didn't care how many women outside him and how many women he had dated, she just wanted to

be his wife until she got a good name for her child.

Although she had many stupid ideas, the baby in her belly was her flesh and blood. How could she not

make a plan for it?

When Debbie and Consuela went downstairs together and was about to arrive at the parking lot, a

luxury car which was not low-key was parked downstairs. The man who sat on the driver's seat and

wearing a pair of black sunglasses hastily opened the door of the car for her.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Richie. I'm sent by Mr. Richie to drive you home." The man said in a stiff tone.

When Debbie saw that car, a green light flashed in her eyes. She had already made a comparison of

the price in her mind.

Knowing that they were going to give a live broadcast of showing love. Debbie watched her get into the

car safely. Then she waved her hand and turned back to go upstairs.

She was not psychologically strong enough to feel that it was good to be showed on the face, but she

would definitely feel sour in her teeth and want to vent her hatred by biting.

Sitting in the backseat, Consuela didn't talk to the man. She felt overwhelmed with boredom as if her

neck was being strangled.

She was getting more and more confused recently.

Could it be called pregnancy syndrome?

The wind blew hard in the airport. Consuela's clothes were swaying in the air, and her front hair was

partly covered by the wind. She lowered her head and followed the man who was wearing sunglasses.

After passing through the crowd, they saw the man who had his eyes closed. He leaned back in the

chair and closed his clean and cool eyes. His long and dense eyelashes were fluttering in the wind.

The man wearing sunglasses made a gesture of "please", and stopped moving forward. Instead, he

stood at the door of one side, like a perfect stone statue.

Then Consuela slowly walked inside, but before she could get close to the man, the man slowly

opened his eyes, turned his head towards the voice source, and waved at the woman who was

standing still, saying, "come here."

"How long is it before boarding?" She was really having a hard time dealing with this man.

The man squinted at her and threatened, "say one more word that you want me to leave, and I'll take

you with me."

Just then, the message of the mechanical woman began to ring, which was the flight he took.

The woman's voice echoed in the room, which surprised Consuela. She lowered her head, and a smile

crept up her lips.

The God was helping him with his own assumption. This was a very effective one.

"Are you happy now? Help me carry my luggage and we can go for a long distance," Richie said in an

unhappy tone and threw a briefcase to Consuela.

There was only a few paper files in it, which was not too heavy. But if he had done this, he seemed to

be working off his anger. Consuela had no choice but to turn around and catch up with the man whose

footsteps had slowed down.

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