Chapter 56 The Sick Man (5)

In the ward, as soon as the door was closed, he shook off her hand fiercely like shaking off a virus. With an inexplicable fury, he sat on the bed.

Not knowing how he was going to handle it, Consuela raised her hand to wipe her face and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

No matter how bad this man had been, he did help her just now. She couldn't bite the hand that fed her, since he had indeed helped her.

Richie sat on the edge of the bed, leisurely taking off his shoes. He didn't talk to her when he heard her words. He moved very slowly, but she knew clearly what he was doing.

He was in a bad mood.

He had been undressing himself for such a long time. It was not a normal performance of a highly efficient man who always calculated money benefits for a few seconds in the market.

Noticing the hesitant look on his face, Consuela got a little worried. "If you're not feeling well, I'll call the doctor for you," she said anxiously.

It was the first time that he felt that when two people's mind was not in the same level, it would give them a sense of weariness.

"It's none of your business." He kicked off his shoes, looked up at her and said in a cold voice.

These words echoed the coldness in his eyes, and made the woman who wanted to ask more questions stand still.

Even if he looked very weak now, he would not lose his memory at all. If she did something wrong, when he recovered, she would suffer a lot.

Suddenly, Richie looked into her misty eyes and said firmly, "You're afraid of me."

Although it was a simple statement, he would not believe it no matter how she explained it.

"You always wanted me to be afraid of you, didn't you?" She turned around to pour a glass of water for him.

Her back was arched slightly, in a completely nervous and defensive posture. Now there were only two people in the ward. It was clear that who she was on guard.

All of a sudden, half of his anger rose up. Richie himself felt confused about this.

He looked at her angrily. She was smiling a little embarrassed and wondering what he was up to.

Co

hat his point was, she thought that the most important thing to do now was to nourish the stomach.

At a remote restaurant, Cassie looked at the man who got up in a hurry and frowned, "Are you on call 24 hours every day?"

It was not long before they started to eat. Before she had time to pick out fish bones and crayfish for him, a call interrupted her.

Tim replied perfunctorily with a relieved smile on his face, "Being with the king as well as being with a tiger. If he is not satisfied with one small thing, I'll become the African senior manager."

Looking at that annoying man leaving directly, Cassie sighed helplessly. She did not want to go after him, so she sat in her place and slowly ate.

If someone was forced too hard, nothing good would happen.

When Tim rushed to the ward of the hospital with the well packed food box, the pregnant woman was lying on the sofa, breathing evenly as if she was asleep.

When he opened his mouth and was about to call Consuela, Richie cast a stern glance at him. Richie seemed to threaten him not to say anything more.

With a sad face, Tim wanted to ask what he could do with it. The man in the bed frowned impatiently. He immediately put the packed food box on an empty seat.

Without waiting for being driven out, he consciously walked out and closed the door considerately.

He felt that it was the real way to show off.