Chapter 102 Let's Go To Bed (Part one)

Compared to the mess in Sheryl's place, Consuela was much better. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. She tried her best to push away Richie.

"What on earth do you want me to do?" She turned back and looked at the man who was caught off guard and was pushed back a few steps, and asked.

She cried silently. Tears fell down on the ground. Richie frowned and his mood suddenly became worse.

But he also knew that it was not the right time for him to lose his temper. She could only take a step forward and approach the man. "If you have something to talk to me, can you stop crying first?"

It was no longer the tone of command, but with some kind of headache, a headache that he couldn't control.

With a sneer, Consuela took a few steps back. In a cold voice, she said, "I don't need your help. Just do your own work. I'll take care of the baby.

I'm also calm and it won't have any impact on the baby. Don't be afraid.

Just do what you want to do. Don't make me feel uncomfortable."

Looking at the staircase not far behind her, Richie raised his voice suddenly. There was a few sternness in his voice. "Dare you take a step backward?"

That lofty and ordered tone came back. She hated this man so much.

"It's none of your business." She turned around and ran away from like a child lost her temper, but not daring to look straight into his eyes.

Shaking his head, Richie was angry, but he couldn't beat her up. He could only quickly take a step to hold the woman from the back again.

His heart softened and he sighed, "don't be so childish, okay?"

His voice was softened. Consuela's face darkened. She stopped struggling and said no more.

She just felt sorry for her fate. She was regarded as a tool for giving birth to children by his family. She vented her anger, but was said to be playing with children's temper.

She opened her eyes wide and said in a serious voice, "Maybe it's because I'm pregnant. And the baby passed his temper to me."

Behind her came the man's light laughter. His breath fell on her hea

that he had never been so bored to dig up other people's information just because he disliked them?

All of a sudden, the woman turned around. The man was staring at her, his one hand propping up against his forehead. They looked at each other in silence. There was no spark, only the fury in Consuela's eyes.

"Why on earth did you..."

Before she finished speaking, the man's eyes were completely dark, and he put his cold finger on her slightly opened lips. "I don't want to hear my wife talking about another man on my bed."

His words enraged Consuela so much that her eyebrows shot up in fury. She couldn't even find a word to retort.

She didn't dare to tell him if he didn't like it.

Now she lived under his roof, with her baby in her belly, and her parents behind her. There were too many things she worried, and she was doomed to be controlled in the game.

"Just chat with me and go to sleep." After the man took his hand back, his head directly touched the pillow. He looked at the woman with a tangled face and smiled gently.

She looked at him in confusion and disbelief. The corners of her mouth twitched. She said, "You'd better tell yourself. As a pregnant woman, I should rest well."

But now it was only in the morning. She should have been awake for not long. It was true that she made a lie.

Richie sighed, "It's up to you."