Chapter 251 Drifting Away (2)

She had refused to face Richie again, so she had insisted on getting away from him.

But she couldn't control herself and tears were running down her cheeks. Her vision was so blurred that she couldn't see anything clearly. She raised her head and wiped the tears off her face.

There was a polite smile on Consuela's face as she walked towards the gate of the villa.

Even if she didn't have to consider other things, she had to think about the baby she was carrying now. There were some things that she could endure. Even if she felt uncomfortable, she could gritted her teeth. That might be the case.

After all, marriage was the tomb of love. Not only in this way could one have a more harmonious relationship with the love of the life?

Consuela steadied herself and began walking with light steps.

On the sofa of the living room, Richie was sitting lazily. The TV was on, but it was a children cartoon. She didn't know whether he was watching TV or absorbed in his thought.

The noisy voice of the TV wasn't low, so Consuela could hear the voice clearly even though she was standing at the corner of the living room. She fixed her eyes on the TV, but she couldn't tell what she was looking at.

Hearing the footsteps, without moving his head, Richie said, "Come here and do prenatal education for the baby."

She turned a corner and walked towards the sofa. Letting out a long sigh, she wanted to say something, but when she raised her head and saw the cartoon on the TV, she wanted to laugh.

"Aren't you hungry? Why don't you go to eat something?"

"I have you. It doesn't matter if I am hungry or not."

Consuela didn't respond. She took a few steps and sat down next to the man. As soon as she sat down, a pair of warm hands wrapped around her waist, making her want to get out of the sofa.

Her remaining sensibility told her that she should not make any move now.

But not only now, but also in the future, she couldn't do anything impulsive. She had to wait until this man, some time, couldn't bear betrayal anymo

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.

wind to the room. Resting one of her hands on the suitcase, Consuela's eyes became red.

If this was a bad marriage, could she choose to escape now?

She touched her lower abdomen with one hand, wiped her eyes with another hand, and her lips were dry. What she should say finally swallowed down in her stomach.

Consuela silently pulled the suitcase up and stood straight. The man behind her asked, "Do you want to have a talk with me?"

The familiar voice, slightly drunken, sounded so familiar that she could feel it completely.

Her hands trembling, she turned around to face the man who was leaning against the door, with red wine and glasses in his hands.

She licked her lips and forced a smile, "Forget it. You seem to be busy, too."

If he had time to chat and quarrel, it was better to go back to work and make money. Moreover, what could they have to talk about?

"Would you like to have a drink with me?" Richie lifted the thing in his hand. His eyes were blurred, and he was in a trance, not knowing what he was looking at.

The corners of Consuela's mouth twitched. She wanted to decline, but unconsciously, she nodded and put the suitcase in a corner.

She walked out of the bedroom leisurely, walking side by side with Richie to the garden. Richie was next to her, tasting the red wine leisurely.

He saw her packing up just now.