However, Richie was unable to slap any more. He held the woman's chin with one hand and raised her
head to look at him. At this moment, he could see her little face clearly.
She bit her lower lip and stayed silent. The thick black eyelashes were trembling because of the fear in
the bottom of her heart. Her face was stubborn and did not want to admit defeat.
Somehow, his hand was just patting on the shoulder as he felt a soft spot in his heart.
Consuela's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe what she just saw. The look on her face told
him that the man in front of her was a freak who liked domestic violence.
It seemed that he was in a good mood again. He smiled and said, "For the sake of our child, I will let
you go this time."
He knew how to hurt her heart, just like she knew that it was just an angry sentence, but she still
couldn't help feeling sad.
Consuela's eyes were stained with tears. She just stared at him with a faint smile, her face full of
disappointment.
What was she disappointed about?
Richie didn't have much time to speculate. He threw the photos on her. Consuela knew that those were
given to her by Laura.
She bit her lower lip and said nothing. In the man's eyes, her expression was stubborn to the point of
not giving in.
"I hope it won't happen again."
Raising her hand, she cast a few glares at him before turning around. "Thank you for your kindness,"
she said ironically
The pictures fell to the ground. The beautiful and shinning smile in the small square photo was now
mocking their current situation.
She seemed to no longer know how to get along with this man. When they were with each other, they
started all kinds of sarcasm or satire together.
Seeing her receding figure, Richie stood still without any movements. After she disappeared in his
sight, he lowered his head and looked at his hand with her smell.
He pursed his lips as if he wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth kept moving down. It was
really difficult.
Then he walked to the tea table. The laptop hadn't been in dormant. The headline on the news was
harsh. He decided to look into it first.
Then he took out his phone and made a call. "Control the people who started those things, and then
think of other solutions."
After informing everything, he looked up at the upstairs and only saw the corner of the stairs. Others
were blocked. Richie smiled bitterly. What was he expecting for?
It was ridiculous. How could that woman understand what he was thinking at the moment.
In fact, their relationship should have been a mistake from the very beginning.
He picked up the dark coat from the sofa, and drove away directly, regardless of the time. Curling up on
the big bed in the master bedroom, Consuela listened to the roar of a driver's engine. She suddenly felt
relieved.
It would be better if he could leave. At least she wouldn't have to face him in such embarrassment.
It was time for dinner. Miranda knocked at the door of the master bedroom. Consuela got up from the
bed and opened the door. The woman dressed in the formal maid's clothes was about to peep inside.
Consuela took a step forward subconsciously and closed the door.
"Let's go downstairs."
"But Mrs. Richie, Mr. Richie..."
Consuela raised her eyebrows, trying to cover the upset in her eyes. She smiled and said, "Miranda,
don't mention anything that I don't want to talk about. I want to have a good meal."
Why did their relationship reach this point again? Despite the questions all over her mind, Miranda
knew that it was not a good time for free speech.
She was just the one that Emily sent to investigate, but she was good at gauging people's mind.
Consuela felt the atmosphere in the dining room was rather depressing. The servants just stood aside,
watching her eating. They didn't say anything and just stood there with the plates.
They wanted to say something, but they didn't dare to say a word without Consuela's instruction.
She knew what they wanted to ask. She was too clear that she didn't want to answer the question, so
she pretended that she didn't see anything.
And her frankness made them feel nervous.
After finishing her meal, Consuela wiped her mouth with a napkin, looking a bit absent-minded.
When Emily came to pack up, she couldn't help asking, "Mrs. Richie, will Mr. Richie come back
tonight?"
She asked her vaguely. Would his anger subside today? If it was too serious, could she ask Mrs. Ye to
come here and take care of them?
Consuela wiped her mouth and paused for a second. Then she quickly wiped her mouth and kneaded
the napkin into a ball. "Sorry, I don't know," she said with a smile.
As soon as she finished speaking, she stood up and walked out of the dinning room. Only the people
around looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
"Emily, can I tell Mrs. Ye about this?" When plum LAN took the plate, she looked at the delicately
carved wooden elevator, and then looked at the woman with the same look on her face.
When Miranda was in the Ye's house, she knew that Emily was one of the few servants that had a say
in the Ye's house, and she was also a favorite servant of Wendy.
Now she was certain that she was right.
"Let me check it first. If Mr. Richie and Mrs. Richie can't get along well with each other, then I have to
inform Mrs. Ye"
Emily sighed deeply and thought, 'I am not very close to Mrs. Richie. Even if I want to ask her
something, I can't make it.'
The cool silver white sports car sped on the road at a very fast speed. Its license plate number was
unusually arrogant. As a result, the traffic police who wanted to enforce law dare not take any action.
There were few people in L City who had such a special license plate number. Each of them was a
huge threat to the public.
Just like that, Richie drove smoothly to the villa halfway up the mountain. Last time he came here, it
was also because of Consuela, but this time, it was still the same.
He found himself more difficult to see through.
This time he pushed the door open and came in. There was no dandy drinking in it. Every part of the
villa was clean. He was not used to the cleaning in the villa.
He took out several bottles of good wine from the wine cabinet. He wondered who kept these bottles in
the cabinet. After pouring a few glasses of wine for himself, he was getting more and more boring.
He took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call to the Tim who was working hard at the
working position. His tone of voice was the same as usual.
"Come and drink with me."
Tim put down the file and scribbled his name on it. Frowning, he asked, "Boss, where do you buy
now?"
"Don't change the topic. Come and drink with me." Perhaps because he was drunk or what, his tone
was tough and imperious.
After looking at the time on the alarm clock on the table and asking the man's location, Tim hurried to
that place.
"What the hell is going on?"
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