Chapter 152 Fear Of Losing (6)

The other day, he didn't go to bed until about four o'clock in the morning. He woke up at six twenty in the morning. When she opened her sleepy eyes, she saw the man wearing a tie.

When she closed her eyes, she could hear light footsteps approaching her.

When he walked to the bedside, he bowed his head and kissed her on the lips. The hoarse and ambiguous voice of greeting made her earlobes burn, "good morning."

He strode out of the bedroom as Consuela still pretended to be asleep.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Consuela immediately opened her eyes. Her eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment. 'that man is really affectionate!' she thought.

Sometimes, being meticulous and petty would make her feel that she may be loved and protected in the palm of his hand. If there was no outsider stretching out her hand to break that false illusion, she would really be able to sink in.

She should express her gratitude to Laura.

After she got up, she found a white, gray dress, with its low-key logo hidden in the hem from the wardrobe.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she stooped down and fumbled for the bottom of the dresser. She then took out the kraft paper bag. When she opened the corners of the letter, she could see a few photos in it.

She was in a bad mood all of a sudden. After tidying up her things, she went downstairs as usual to have the breakfast specially prepared by Nancy.

The man who had cleaned up in the morning was not here. So she didn't have to pretend anymore.

When she was chewing the tasteless seafood porridge, the familiar maid Miranda suddenly came over and said, "Mrs. Richie, Mr. Richie ordered you not to have yoga class next month."

After swallowing the porridge, she asked in confusion, "Why not?"

What did the yoga teacher do to him?

Miranda shook her head. Evidently, she wasn't sure what the problem was. As a result, she didn't know how to answer it. Waving her hand, Consuela said, "Okay, I see."

When she was about to turn around and leave, Consuel

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

t there would be a guest here.

"Can you help me identify the authenticity of the photos here?" Consuela coughed, her eyes hiding under the large sunglasses. Only her pink lips and small chin could be seen.

The storekeeper was stunned for a few seconds before regaining his composure. With a broad smile on his face, he said, "welcome. I can tell anything like those photos from here."

When she first saw the strange look in the man's eyes, she still doubted if she had come to the wrong place. But after hearing the bragging words, she inexplicably felt relieved. She pursed her lips and passed the photos in her kraft bag to them.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. It's my pleasure. You pay for my hard work." The storekeeper took the photos and waved at Consuela.

Lowering her head, Consuela curled her lips.

The man copied the photos and threw them on the computer. After a while, he said decisively, "Although they looked old, they didn't make Photoshop or other processes."

The person was not the one on the photo. She was able to check whether the photo was forged, or it was about a man and a woman's intimate photos. Anyone with a discerning eye would think that she was threatened by a mistress.

Consuela didn't give up. She took out the other photos and showed them to the man. It turned out to be the same, as she had noticed in her heart.