The restaurant was reserved by Harry, and they reserved a box in order to cover the embarrassment.
When Consuela appeared with Richie, the two of them had been sitting in the box waiting for a while. And Harry was sitting in the seat with his back against the sunlight. So the expression on his face couldn't be seen clearly.
But the most enthusiastic one was Sheryl. She had the same appearance with Richie. Both of them were pretty and coquettish. She gently pulled out the chairs for them, and let the waiter go.
Sheryl touched Consuela's bulging belly with her slender hand and said, "The dishes have been ordered. They are all your favorite. You must eat them more for my nephew."
They talked for a while. Sheryl was talking to Consuela, but her gaze was kept on Richie, even though the man's small moves didn't escape her eyes.
Without saying anything to remind her, he grabbed Consuela's hand and said gently, "What did you eat just now? There's water in your hand. You always make me worry about you."
With these words, he picked up a piece of tissue next to him and wiped her hand carefully.
Only the woman, Consuela, knew that he was making a mistake. This water was what he just poured on her hand, but when he was about to find it, he began to act.
Unwilling to be discovered, Consuela lowered her head, pretending to be shy and said, "You're overreacting. I can do it myself."
"You are pregnant now. How can I let you do anything else? Let me do it."
The corners of Consuela's mouth twitched. She wanted to laugh, but Richie was looking at her affectionately.
What was more, there were two pairs of eyes staring at them, as if they wanted to burn this couple of lovers. She could only sit upright and smile very comfortably.
When they finished acting a scene, the dishes were just on the table.
Sheryl shifted her gaze from them to the table, but she couldn't hold back her anger and jealousy.
Why could a
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.
"Richie, don't push me too far."
"If you don't want others to know what you've done, you'd better put aside your vicious thoughts. My Consuela had spent so many years with you such a scumbag. I really feel sorry for her, for the first time in my life."
"……" Harry fell into silence. He knew at this moment that he not only lost to him in work, but also in quarrel.
Richie swirled around and drank off his wine. "But it's said that you and Consuela's sister are coming to apologize to me. I despise you for not giving me anything substantial."
His gaze was like a sharp sword, exposing Harry completely in the air.
"Didn't you just say..."
"Haha, I was just kidding. You believe me?"
Harry was confused, "..."
No matter what Richie said, he would keep silent. Apologize? How could it be possible? He would never let himself be reduced to such a situation.
"It's so boring. How about we have a fight again when we're free?"
"You really want to hit me on your own, don't you?" Harry was very excited, spilling the wine in his hand.
When he was about to deal with it properly, Richie raised his hand and handed him some paper. He glanced at him up and down with a subtle look in his eyes.
Then he teased, "Do you dare to fight with me alone?"
Harry poured more wine.