Chapter 273 An Unromantic Woman (1)

The man seemed to be a little unhappy. He slammed the newspaper in his hand onto the table, lifted his thin lips and said with a smile, "I don't know what people all over the world will think of me, but your opinion on me is really not that good."

His eyes brightened and his tone was determined, as if he was certain that Consuela felt there was something wrong with his personality, so she would try every means to teach him a lesson.

His stare made her throat dry. Embarrassed, Consuela coughed and said, "I found you're overthinking."

She picked up the milk on the table and took a sip. The warm and indifferent taste couldn't calm her down.

After getting drunk, the man, though somewhat restless, would not be as aggressive as when he was awake, and he needed to ask clearly about everything.

She found that the man would have a better temper if he was drunk. Thinking of this, she wanted to gulp him down again.

No, it should be that she let him stay directly in the wine jar and never need to come out. He should be drunk every day, which was better.

With a faint smile, Richie said, "Don't bother yourself with the problem. I'm quite busy these days. I'll fly to Italy this afternoon. I'll stay there for a few days."

His voice was low, no one could tell whether he was happy or angry. "You can enjoy your free time these days."

Consuela stopped drinking the milk and stared at him. There was still milk on her lips, which gave her an inexplicable sense of temptation.

She lowered her head and asked in a soft voice, "How long will it take?"

He replied calmly, "A period of time that will please you."

"I will miss you," she said tenderly.

In fact, it was not a big deal for her to say such words under such a circumstance, because she didn't take it seriously.

"I will miss you too." Richie didn't contradict her this time. He just looked at her with his dark eyes. The emotion in his eyes made her unable to tell what he was thinking about.

After he left the villa, Consuela realized that he had been acting odd since early

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.

y, "I had a dream yesterday."

Although the person on the other end of the line was very sleepy, he replied very patiently, "Oh? What dream? Tell me. "

In a serious tone, she said, "I dreamed that your plane crashed and you wanted me to take over your heritage. Then all members of the Ye Clan hated me."

The person on the other end of the line remained silent for a long time. Not knowing whether it was because of her words or because he was too sleepy, she felt that the former was more likely when she heard his reply.

"I think you are becoming more serious with your imaginary libido." "But you seem to be looking forward to my misfortune."

Consuela knew what he was referring to. She kept her head low, lost in thought.

But she was willing to continue to play dumb.

"It is said that dreams are opposite to reality. I dreamed that there were bad things happening to you. Maybe you will talk about business smoothly because of that."

Richie answered feebly.

Consuela finally came back to her senses and answered cautiously, "what time is it over there?"

"Two o'clock in the morning."

People were sleepy at this time.

"Have a good rest to deal with the jet lag. I'm hanging up."

"No, I have some insomnia..." The busy tone came through quickly from the receiver. Richie stared at his cell phone, as if he was staring at the unromantic woman.