Chapter 127 The Transfer Period (2)

Feeling that she had been deceived, Consuela drew her hand back. Then she heard the clear laughter and a hoarse, clear voice.

"What are you afraid of? I'm your husband now. Whatever you do to me is legal." The man paused with a smile, "do you like the feeling of sneaking around?"

Now that there was a basin of dirty water pouring down her face, she pushed the man away, opened her eyes, grabbed the quilt and threw it on the man. Then she quickly got up and walked towards the bathroom.

"What are you going to do?" asked the man, confused

The woman answered in a strong voice, "I'm disinfecting myself."

"Don't you want to talk with me?"

The bathroom door slammed shut. The ground tossed the door a few times before it came back to peace. Richie sat in the seat where the woman had been.

His thin lips curved slightly, and his delicate features were lightened up by the soft sleep lamp in the room, which was somewhat cold and thin, but unconsciously became warm.

He couldn't believe that he would have taken shameless measures just because of the woman's words.

How could he change so much that he almost couldn't recognize himself.

While in the bathroom, Consuela turned on the tap and carried a handful of water, rushing to her face and washing it several times before she felt better.

She picked up the towel on the other side and slightly wiped the water from her face. She looked up at the half mirror and saw herself in a haggard and pale face.

Her lips were pale and cold like ice, and her eyes were lifeless like the eyes of the groom, Terence.

She suddenly felt that the two of them really looked like each other. One wanted to marry the childhood sweetheart he didn't like, and the other was forced to marry the father of her child.

Just as she was about to bemoan her fate, the bathroom door was opened all of a sudden. Surprised, she turned her head. All of a sudden, she closed her eye

threat.

Then she raised her head and looked at the man. He was wearing an amazing face, a foxy smile on his face.

"Good for you, Richie."

The man reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, and didn't mind the woman's stare at him. "Both of us are good."

Suddenly, the young man's hands squeezed hard against his wife's cheeks, which made her face look like a bun.

However, the woman could do nothing but stared at him.

"Well... Let... go... " 'If you don't let me go, I'll give you a hard lesson.'

Richie knew what she meant. He said with a faint smile, "You kicked me in the shins. It's not enough to have only one heir. You'll be responsible for it."

He successfully intimidated Consuela. When she was about to raise her leg, he stood straight and looked at her with an indignant face.

He felt a little bored after he finished half of it. Then he loosened his grip, pulled the woman into his arms and held her tightly.

He only wore a bath towel on his waist, and there was a smell of mint from his body. He looked fresh and seductive.

Consuela was only wearing a bathrobe with straps. At such a close distance, she could feel the man's heartbeat, which was steady and powerful.

Plop, plop, plop, plop.

The woman's heartbeat was also speeding up.