Outside the French window of the corridor, lightning was still shining and the deafening thunder
seemed to hit her heart, with a kind of palpitation that could not be said more.
Nancy wasn't expecting Consuela would say that. After a pause, she asked, "Mrs. Richie, don't you
want Mr. Richie to come back?"
"Even if I try my best to figure it out, he may not come back on such a day."
As soon as she finished saying that, she walked into the master bedroom without hesitation and closed
the door. Leaning against the door, she looked ahead and wanted to laugh and cry.
In the corridor, Nancy shook her head with profound resignation. As the servants, they couldn't cross
the line and help the couple.
She just hoped there would be no more ups and downs between them since Mrs. Richie was pregnant.
That night, as expected, Richie did not come back. She held the pillow and fell asleep insensibly. The
lightning flashed and thunder roared, hiding her fear deep in her heart.
After all, she was not alone fighting now.
She didn't know that when Richie just woke up and opened his unusually dry eyes, he saw Cassie in a
white coat, and slowly flowing liquid.
When he struggled to get up, his head was so painful that it seemed to be sewed by a scabby doctor
after being chopped off.
"If you want to go to the heaven, just do it as you like. You really can't get drunk. If you were to be sent
a little later, now you have to stay in the morgue."
Cassie gave a shout of exasperation with her eyes fixed on Richie. She stared at him as if she was
staring at something. He snorted and stopped moving.
The woman wrote a report and sat down beside. Turning his eyes, Richie found there were only he and
Cassie in the spacious ward.
But he remembered he had invited Tim to have a drink with him. Where was that guy now?
Before he found the answer, Cassie, who had a pair of clean eyes and a heart wrenching eyes, said,
"That bastard, Tim went to buy you the breakfast."
Hearing that, Richie showed the whites of his eyes indifferently and pretended that he didn't want to
talk with her. Cassie sat on a stool, with her eyes wide open and a little angry.
Unfortunately, she could not beat up this patient. She dared not to be responsible for and imagine the
consequences.
"Why am I here?" His voice was terribly hoarse, comparable to a broken gong.
He frowned and looked at the indifferent woman. He didn't say anything more, waiting for her
conscience to find out that she could give him a glass of water.
Cassie wanted to play a little trick. She turned a blind eye to him or ignored him. However, his sharp
eyes made her flustered.
She had to get up and hypnotize herself. She was not coward to send water to him. She was just a
nurse responsible for taking care of him.
"Have you forgotten that you were soaked in the wine jar yesterday? When Frank Sun knew that you
have destroyed all the treasures he collected for years, he was so angry that he almost booked a ticket
overnight and pinched you. "
Cassie raised her hand, covered her mouth, yawned, and rolled her eyes during her speaking. Her tone
of gloating was quite obvious.
The villa at the hillside was bought by several wealthy young masters of L City. They were good
friends.
The well-known playboy, Frank Sun, had seen countless girls in his life, but he was fond of famous
wine and luxury cars. Now, because Richie indulged in drinking that it seemed to drink all his heart and
blood.
Frank Sun almost had myocardial infarction when he heard the news.
"How calm he is!" said Richie indifferently
If it were in the past, he would have rushed back without hesitation. He didn't even have to call back to
vent his anger at all.
That guy must have tasted something sweet abroad.
Cassie stared at him with wide eyes, hoping that he could be choked. When the man suddenly looked
up at her, she was frustrated.
She finally managed to lie down and planned to have a good sleep yesterday, but when she was about
to have a good dream, she received the hot potato, Richie sent by Tim at last. She didn't want to see
them at all, however, the hospital was understaffed, and she took over after all.
She was too busy to remember to have a good sleep, so she was really sleepy now. Looking at the
man who was more energetic and better looking, her mood became even worse.
"You drank so much. Are you in a hurry to go to the heaven or something happened? " Cassie thought
of something and asked.
Richie put the glass on the bedside table and closed his eyes and decided to ignore her. But the
woman kept talking and wouldn't stop.
Emily explained patiently, as if she were a wolf grandma, as she smiled, "if you tell me the reason, I can
better choose a plan for you. Perhaps I will make some analysis for you."
It was pleasant to say that to unsettle her restless heart.
It was impossible for Richie not to know the woman's hidden intents. He closed his eyes and pretended
to be dead directly. How could Tim buy breakfast so slowly?
When Tim came, he would quickly take away the woman who maliciously speculated about his life.
On the way back with the breakfast Tim had ordered for Richie, Tim suddenly sneezed. He shook his
head with a confused look on his face and then smiled. 'Maybe someone is missing him.' he thought.
While in the ward, Cassie had picked up an apple peel. Her method was clean and neat. She looked up
at the man on the bed whose lips were red and not obvious dried.
"Is it because your company is on the verge of bankruptcy and you can't get any sponsorship? Since
then, your former partners all changed their faces and wanted to betray you?" The apple was peeled.
She was quite satisfied with her idea and nodded. The tiredness in her eyes also dissipated a lot.
But the man on the bed didn't respond. Cassie raised her eyebrows. The curse didn't work on him. It
seemed that it was not about work.
It was not about the work, but the relationship between him and Consuela. They seemed to be on bad
terms recently.
Thinking of that, Cassie could say nothing but bite the apple, looking up at the man's face.
"Don't look at me with such disgusting eyes." Said Richie sadly, without opening his eyes.
Cassie calmed herself down soon and asked with a sneer, "Is there any problem between you and
Consuela?"
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