Chapter 279 Perfect Match

Angie raised her eyes, forced a very shy smile and said, "Yes, I have. But none of them was as good as you."

She finally got a chance to choke this man.

Richie raised his eyebrows in disbelief. He smiled and asked, "So you have broken up?"

Although Angie really wanted to say that it had nothing to do with him, she finally held it back. She said indifferently, "Well, everyone has your shadow, I find that I can no longer lie to my true feelings."

"Well, it's a pity that I already have a wife." Richie lifted the cup of tea on the table. His eyes were full of tenderness, which startled the woman opposite.

How was that possible? If they were really affectionate, how could he simply come over to have dinner with her?

As far as she could remember, this man had refused all the invitations from the opposite sex in order not to make her jealous.

If his wife were to be the apple of his eye, how could he agree to meet his ex-girlfriend?

When Angie raised her head and was about to say something, the dishes the man opposite her ordered had also been served. He opened the chopsticks and took them out.

Richie smiled and said, "I'll bring her to have dinner with you one day in the future, only if you don't mind."

Angie twitched her mouth, "No, I don't mind. It's my honor."

"I came here today not for other reasons, but because I don't want you to disturb her life. After all, she can't live without me. But you are different." Said Richie ironically.

Angie took a sip of soup and tried to change the topic with a smile, but she couldn't say a word. She clenched her hands in the sleeves and her nails fell into the palms of her hands. She was so painful that she didn't feel anything.

She put on a fake smile and said, "I'm really happy to see you so happy."

Raising her hand slightly, she wanted to drink with him. She had ordered a bottle of Laffite 1982. Now she was pouring it into the

or that person later, she didn't forget it.

She casually asked Debbie what she should prepare for that person on the Internet. Her enthusiasm was exceptionally high.

"Consuela, you've finally found the right person for yourself. Let's talk about it in detail tomorrow. Let's meet at the cafe where we stayed last time. Then I'll take you to buy something that Richie likes."

Confused, Consuela asked, "Can I trust you?"

Debbie retorted angrily, "What about love?"

"Yes," answered Consuela.

But Debbie didn't come. She drank two glasses of milk, but the woman still didn't come.

When she was about to call that woman, she saw a couple coming in with the door pushed open. She immediately forgot what to do next.

Her phone fell to the ground. Consuela blinked and felt a lump in her throat. She seemed to know the two persons who pushed the door open.

The handsome man and the beautiful woman were a perfect match.

When they entered the coffee shop, there was a moment of silence, perhaps because someone had already recognized their identities, or they were simply attracted by their appearance.

To hide her embarrassment, Consuela lowered her head to pick up her phone. She typed a message with trembling fingers to Debbie.

She wanted to leave first.