Chapter 288 Making A Concession

When they got back to the villa, the first thing Miranda did was to lean over and hug Consuela. She had lost a lot of weight because of Consuela's long absence. After that, she put on a long face.

"Mrs. Richie, you are finally back."

If Mrs. Richie didn't come back soon, she would be scared to death by the strange attitude of Mr. Richie.

After Consuela left the villa, Richie let her keep the squirrel. He threatened her that if it lost some weight, she wouldn't be able to gain weight.

But after being scared, the squirrel became fatter. On the contrary, she lost a few pounds. Obviously, she became thinner.

Looking at the girl up and down carefully, Consuela smiled and said, "Miranda, how long have you stayed up? You have severe dark circles under your eyes."

When Miranda was struggling to pour out her woes, Richie, who had just parked the car, came over with a small cough. "What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Let's go and see the squirrel. I haven't seen it for a few days. I miss it so much." Ignoring the man's sarcastic comments, Consuela raised her hand and took Miranda's hand.

She was Mrs. Richie, so she could be willful, but Miranda did not dare. She could only greet Richie bravely, "Hello, Mr. Richie."

"Well, didn't you hear what Mrs. Richie has said?" You just do as she says. "

She didn't need to worry about him.

Shocked by the lukewarm response, Miranda gripped the fist and walked to the side of Consuela. Mr. Richie's face was really not good, she'd better stay with the approachable lady, Mrs. Richie.

At least she wouldn't get hurt.

Maybe it was because of the expression on Richie's face that made Consuela feel pleasant. She patted on Miranda's hand and said, "Don't worry. Men always have a few days in a month."

"What?"

The squirrel was not thin. It was carefully taken care of by someone. There was a wooden cage in it and it could be used to run.

Consuela teased the small animal with some food.

Standing

s grabbing it, so it accidentally bit his finger with its teeth.

It was so ferocious that it wasn't willing to let go of the mouth. He frowned, but he didn't say anything. It was Consuela who helped him get his hand out of the squirrel's mouth.

"Don't try to play the trick of hurting yourself to make me forgive you." There was not a trace of tenderness in her voice.

All of a sudden, a smile broke on his face. His arched brows and eyes brightened. "I know you won't feel sorry for me," he said.

Consuela pursed her lips and didn't respond. Her every move was seen by Richie.

If he had known this, he would have played the trick of hurting himself.

At dinner time, Wendy came.

Consuela sat at the dining table with a pair of chopsticks in front of her, while Richie was doing something slowly in the bedroom.

So she ran into Mrs. Ye and said, "mother."

When the old woman was about to speak, Consuela reacted quickly. "Miranda, go to add a bowl and a pair of chopsticks. And tell the cook to prepare some more dishes for Mrs. Ye."

There was no sign of age in Wendy's eyes, but there was still a slight trace of exhaustion in them that could not be hidden. She raised her hand to stop Miranda from leaving.

"Don't bother. Another bowl and a pair of chopsticks are enough. I'll eat with you."