Chapter 258 Unfathomable (1)

Unexpectedly, Cassie suddenly stood up and slammed the lunch box into the empty seat next to her. The soup in the lunch box splashed on the clean table.

Tim raised his eyebrows. He didn't know why, but he felt that he was in the wrong.

What a shameless and unruly woman she was! He had never seen her losing her temper like this before. He was scared as she acted like that all of a sudden.

"Don't make such a joke only because I like you." Cassie took a deep breath and said, "If you don't give me a little hope, I won't hold on."

She even almost forgot how she had been acting on her own over the past twenty years, chasing after this man's ass.

She bowed her head with her burning face and didn't mind leaving herself sick by now. After arguing, she tried a different way to reconcile with him.

"You..." 'No one has forced you to love me.'

He couldn't speak out the words when he saw a hurt look on her face. Tim's heart was soft. He bit his lips and tried to talk with her in a calm voice.

"You deserve someone better."

"But they're not the one named Tim."

"I don't think you're going to give me up," Tim murmured in a low voice after a few seconds of surprise.

Cassie stared at him, as if she would strangle him if he said one more word to debunk her.

She was making an assumption!

She would definitely leave without looking back when he really hurt her to a point of despair. Cassie thought to herself.

Cassie stared at him with red eyes. She said in a tender voice, "You don't have a crush on someone. Why can't you accept me?"

Tim turned his head without saying a word.

Who said that he didn't have someone he liked? He just didn't say it out.

Cassie was a little stunned by the man's default. But on tiptoe she saw the man's drooping mouth corner and a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

She seemed to touch the man's taboo somehow.

After finishing the lunch, Tim turned around and said t

ok over his coat naturally and calmly.

If he didn't know that they were going through a cold war, he might think that this was the life he expected, peaceful and warm.

"You seem to be in a good mood today."

"You don't look happy."

They talked at the same time. Consuela burst into laughter. Holding the coat that was mixed with the fragrance of mint, she raised her head and looked at him.

She said calmly, "I want to ask you for a favor. But you don't seem very free."

The light in his eyes dimmed. She would show her tenderness to him when she needed his help.

He said still in an indifferent voice, "Then tell me first. Why do I look unhappy?"

His voice was magnetic, cold and lazy, which made her think that he was extraordinarily loose, like a Persian cat of pure blood, always proud and made people feel joyful.

Consuela blinked her eyes and then she cursed without scruple, "Maybe the company went bankrupt."

The next moment, her face was pinched by his hand. Richie bent down and looked at her face. He looked into her bright eyes and said, "Don't worry. That day won't come."

Consuela raised one of her hands and pressed against his hand, blinking. She said worriedly, "Then I can't guess."

Her eyes were in the shape of crescent, clear but a little deep.