The sudden high fever put them in a more awkward situation. Consuela couldn't just leave him alone
and ignore him.
She could only serve tea and water to that man with trivial matters from time to time. A pregnant
woman was almost the same as a servant hired in a villa, except that she didn't do any physical work.
After several big bottles of liquid were directly infused, Richie's face finally got rosy. He had been doing
his job from time to time. Even a glass of water would be divided into several groups, because he had
to make a few phone calls.
Perhaps he was a little tired, Richie said, "Fetch the laptop in the study for me."
There were only the two of them in the room. Consuela rolled her eyes at him as if she wanted to
express her dissatisfaction with him. But when the man raised his beautiful but cold eyes, she closed
her mouth and made a compromise.
It was undeniable that she had always been afraid of Richie. Perhaps no matter how the present
change or past was changed, this feeling would not change much.
It seemed that they were not getting along well, but there were no gaps between them at the beginning.
Richie even asked her to do some things, which would be regarded as a decision to dispel all
contradictions.
Consuela bit her lower lip, not knowing whether to cry or to laugh. This was really a very lovely way.
When she took the things to the man, she once again realized that he was a workaholic. She leaned
her head on her hand and peeled an orange, enjoying it leisurely.
He could not neglect the constant small movements of the woman. He just put down the laptop in his
hand and looked up at the woman who was eating happily.
He said in a low voice, "Do you still have me in your eyes?"
However, his eyes were not as simple and innocent as he said. Three seconds later, when she looked
into his eyes, she couldn't stand the temptation that the man was throwing at her anymore, so she
lowered her head and continued to eat the oranges.
"The doctor said that you need to have a good rest to calm down. You are neither jealous nor angry."
After chewing the oranges, Consuela wiped the juice off her lips.
The way she squinted was like a smart rabbit. It had no ability of substantial damage and could only
play with some small and intelligent rabbits.
Suddenly, the idea of flirting with the woman came to his mind. He put on a smile and said, "I want to
go to the bathroom."
Under the perplexed gaze of the woman, he explained casually, "I'm weak now, and my hands are still
on infusion. I need a person to accompany me."
The man's words were like opening the door of Consuela'ｓmemory. She was no longer able to
swallow the oranges anymore. Looking up at the man in front of her, she asked in a trembling voice,
"did you mean to make me suffer from indigestion?"
With her eyes wide open, no one cared about her mood. Finally, she could only stand up helplessly and
say, "I'll call the caregiver for you."
She didn't want to look back at the past, and she didn't want to face Richie like that again. At least, she
didn't want to think about it in the short time.
As soon as she got out of the chair, the man behind her began to talk with her in a graceful voice, "what
the hell do you think you are? Are you made of pornographic materials? Why do you have a dirty
mind?"
The disdain and sarcasm in his words made the girl realize how reckless she was. She glared at the
man and retorted, "I don't think you are a..."
However, her words were blocked by a strange nasal sound, "Hmm?"
He sped up his speech a little. By instinct, Consuela felt the danger. All of a sudden, she changed into
a bright smile and said, "Let me do it. It's not a big deal."
"Don't you think I'm making you indigestion?"
"I've indeed gained a lot of weight recently. It's normal for me to eat less what I shouldn't eat."
The man snorted disdainfully at her words, which infuriated Consuela. She turned around and shoved
the man into the toilet.
She realized that she had thought too much. Her task was to help Richie go to the bathroom, and get
an infusion bag for him. Everything was handled by Richie himself.
The relationship between them didn't get along well with each other too much. After he had taken
advantage of Consuela, he raised his head again, looking morose and rigid. His face should have been
scaring.
Consuela felt deeply hurt. However, when she went downstairs to get something, the other people
always looked at her in a way that she was unable to bear their gaze, yet with an eager look in their
eyes.
She almost yelled at them. "We didn't do anything out of line."
But it turned out that she had to be speaking less and doing more. When she went downstairs for
breakfast, she said to Miranda "In fact, it's not what you think. We..."
"Mrs. Richie, please don't explain. I understand." Miranda smiled shyly and lively, even her ears turning
red.
After a short pause, Consuela said in a low voice, "you don't know that at all."
"Mrs. Richie, what did you say?" Immersed in her own fantasy, Miranda didn't hear her clearly, so she
asked directly.
"I'm praising you for your good makeup today."
Hearing that, Miranda laughed in a flirtatious way. Then the woman who had planned to inquire about
the matter left, twisting her waist. As the second group of servant approached her, Consuela quickly
ran upstairs.
Although she would have to face a handsome cold face, it was better than being surrounded by a
group of gossips. And she was his lordship.
She liked to gossip, but refused to blend in. It could be said as contradictory and selfish.
She opened a philosophy book of French. After reading it for a long time, she finally put it back to its
original place. Then she took out a few Chinese books in the study.
When she saw the picture of a beautiful but exotic woman on the book, it suddenly occurred to her that
the woman who was talked to by Miranda yesterday.
Although she didn't show up and she was unusually generous and sensible before, she really wanted
to know when she sat in front of Richie.
What happened between them.
There was no reason that that woman would leave without a reason. They must have met. The other
problems would depend on her trick ability.
She closed her book naturally and smiled at the man not far away from her. She grinned and said, "I
heard that Vivian is one of your friends. It is said that she would come here as a guest. Where is she?"
The test was done directly without any brain embellishment.
Richie raised his eyebrows and looked at his wife. His face was not softened. "Do you want me to keep
my mistress in my love house or do you want me to end it as quickly as possible?"
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