Chapter 295 Bickering (2)

They broke up in discord again.

After visiting the little squirrel, Consuela came back to the villa. There was a loud noise across the long corridor, and it seemed to be a quarrel between a man and a woman.

And the woman's voice was a little familiar. It was not until she approached that she suddenly remembered that the woman was Cassie!

When she appeared in the living room, the quarrel between them had come to an end and the maid was lowering her head, cleaning up the mess on the ground.

A hint of sadness flashed in Cassie's eyes while she was holding a glass of water. But soon it was replaced by anger.

They were talking about her as she walked into the living room. Raising her eyebrows, she asked curiously, "What are you doing here?"

The three were shocked. Richie stood up from the sofa with his back to her, and then smiled, "You go back to the bedroom first."

The heroine of their discussion didn't seem to be supposed to be there.

Raising her chin, Consuela said arrogantly like him, "I'm sorry. I won't do that."

Cassie suddenly burst into laughter, while Tim standing next to her had the same expression as Richie. They were both in black.

"What's wrong? Can't I have it?"

If she was forced to leave, she didn't know whether they were talking about how to deal with her.

With a mischievous smile, he stood up and loosened his tie. "No, don't be afraid," he said.

She did not understand the meaning of that smile until late.

The reason why they three quarreled in the living room was so lame. It was just that Richie didn't want to take the medicine when he was ill.

"Actually, it's none of my business whether you take the medicine or not, but Tim came to bother me every day. Can't you do something good for me?"

Cassie felt a little tired. Why couldn't he take away the medicine and then throw it away each day?

However, in the eyes of the others, Richie had always been lax about things other than work. He would not take away the medicine.

Standing next to the

end he still failed.

"Hey, your wife won't persuade you..."

Cassie was gloating. She was thinking that Consuela wouldn't care what he was going to do next.

"Fine, if she don't want to talk me into it, I won't take the medicine. Both of you, stop it. It's so annoying." His lips were pale, and his voice was low.

The two people standing in front of him looked very confused. What kind of ending would they get if they beat this man to death!

Although Consuela was in a bad mood, she didn't want to cause any trouble for him.

She cleared her throat and asked under his bright eyes, "What's wrong with him? He needs you... You got so furious?"

Tim didn't answer the question at all. Cassie didn't expect him to answer her question. She rolled her eyes and said, "He had suffered a relapse."

He took the medicine every year. Suddenly this man told her that he wanted to stop taking the medicine, but his body wouldn't allow it.

He was not in a good condition these days. It was not a severe disease, but it needed to be suppressed.

Before Consuela asked him about his disease, he opened his mouth first. "It has been cured for years, and it hasn't completely cured. What's the use of taking the medicine?"

And in order to revenge him, Cassie specially prescribed the Chinese medicine. The smell of it made him want to escape.