Chapter 293 Be Drawn To Her

But the man in front of her was apparently a man who didn't know what romance meant. It seemed that all his attention was on the completion of the task.

The man bowed his head and took a sip of the wine. Then with a smile, he turned his head and asked, "What's the matter? Is it not going well? Are you embarrassed to tell me?"

His eyes were laughing, but not completely integrated into the brown. His smile was too superficial.

"It is indeed difficult." Angie lowered her head and answered indifferently. At this time, the dishes were just served on the table. She smiled and said, "This restaurant is the place where I have recently found to offer the delicious food fastest."

"Well, the dishes are not coarse and crude. They are indeed good." The man praised while looking up at the waitress serving the dishes.

All of a sudden, the topic was changed. Angie made a helpless gesture in the bottom of her heart.

In fact, she never understood why this man sent her to destroy other people's feelings and rekindle the old love of Richie for her.

She thought for a long time but still didn't get an answer. And if she started to ask this man, he would only give her a vague answer.

It was always a secret and she couldn't get the gist in any way.

"Take your time since it's difficult." Suddenly, the man broke the silence. He looked so elegant and decent that no one would consider him as an evil person who was trying to separate a couple.

Angie's hand trembled, and the soup in the bowl splashed on her white hand, leaving many red marks.

The man raised his hand and handed her a few paper towels. His eyes were calm. "Why are you so careless?"

It seemed that he was simply worried about her. With this idea, Angie slightly licked her lips and smiled. 'Huh, stop dreaming.'

A black hearted man like him would never worry about her. What he was worried about was only the progress point of her task.

If he felt sorry for someone, it was really the sun comes out from

a carefree and comfortable life, her own life was not said to be the same.

The man nodded with satisfaction. "Then let his wife and him be separated."

Angie smiled and didn't want to say anything more.

Richie stayed up late in the company until the early morning. Tim really couldn't stand the man who only told people what to do, so he quickly sent Richie back to the villa.

He was willing to do his work.

When he returned to the villa, he found that the light in the master bedroom was dim, and everywhere he needed to go was bright.

All of a sudden, his heart sank.

He tiptoed into the bedroom without turning on the light. By memory, he fumbled to the bedside and found that the curtain was closed.

He sat on the king sized bed and stretched out his hand and fumbled gently. The first thing he felt was Consuela's long hair, which was not willing to be cut short. Then he fumbled along the hair and touched Consuela's face.

Her soft lips, deep frowned eyebrows and beautiful nose were what he remembered, and he lowered his head and wanted to kiss her on the lips.

But he suddenly stopped when he thought of something.

Richie was never the kind of person who would mistreat himself and would do whatever he wanted. He had never been controlled by others, but now he changed a little because of her.