Chapter 219 Photos (3)

The wind blew into the room from the big window. The hair on the man's forehead was blown up by the wind. The soft touch made him suddenly calm down.

He glanced at Miranda coldly and said nothing. Then he walked towards the living room and stepped on some imported soft cushion.

The spacious and clean room now had no hostess to stand.

On the long dining table, there was a fancy breakfast, and the eggs were fried in a half heart way. Seeing this, Richie bit his lips and suddenly did not know what to say.

There was also a candle tray next to the breakfast. The color of the candle was blue, and it was burning just right. But he did not know what it meant.

He took his phone out of his pocket and wanted to make a call. But the one on the other side hung up the phone in a few seconds.

The man listened to the busy tone from the phone and suddenly felt a little unhappy. He put down the phone and pressed his lips. His self-esteem did not allow him to do anything more.

Just as he put his phone away and walked towards the dining table, his phone vibrated. It was a text message from Consuela. She explained, "The breakfast is on the table, but I can't answer it now."

What was going on? Richie didn't know what reason she had. Perhaps she was just trying to make him give up. Now he thought about it. That woman had been resistant to him since she turned around last night when he went to bed.

He stopped in the middle of the long table and looked up at the well placed breakfast with good appearance. Inexplicably, he felt a little dissatisfied.

After a short while, Richie went away without eating anything. Seeing Mr. Richie walk away, Nancy said, "Mr. Richie, Mrs. Richie made all of these by herself."

It would be so disgraceful if he acted like this. At least he could sit down and eat a little.

"Don't touch the breakfast. She needs to deal with it when she comes back," he said.

Nancy saw that she couldn't stop

ed, "Mrs. Richie, the breakfast you made... "

"He haven't eaten anything, right? I see. " She smiled softly. But Nancy didn't know what to say.

Nancy stared blankly at the smiling woman and walked steadily into the living room. Looking at the breakfast on the long table, Nancy just pursed her lips.

The candle she lit had been extinguished. The bottom of the silver candlestick was tangled with the candle oil, and she looked dispirited.

Sitting on the main seat, Consuela enjoyed her breakfast very slowly.

To be honest, she didn't feel so sad deep in her heart, but just a little regret.

She didn't poison the food, but the man was unwilling to eat it. 'Tut, is my cooking skills not as good as before? Why do I feel it a little salty?'

As soon as Miranda got rid of the tiresome work, she caught a glimpse of Consuela who was eating the breakfast. Then she said, "Mrs. Richie, the breakfast are cold. How about we change to another one?"

Not long ago, Nancy had said that no one was allowed to touch anything on the table except for Mrs. Richie, so the food would have been cold already.

"It doesn't matter. You don't have to worry so much. Would you like to have some?" Asked Consuela smilingly.

Miranda shook her head immediately and didn't dare to go beyond the rules.