Chapter 299 Failing To Make A Change

That night, Consuela had a nice dream. She dreamed that Angie and Richie had got married and they would hold a wonderful wedding. They were the most enviable people in the world.

While her hands and feet were tied, and she was placed in a dark corner. Her belly was not swollen, and there was no trace of children around her.

No matter how hard she cried, nobody came to rescue her.

Suddenly, the couple on the wedding frame was broken, and Richie became a bloodthirsty monster. He gave her a bite on the neck.

Consuela suddenly sat up, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She quickly reached out her hand to turn on the wall lamp, only to find that Richie was still lying on the floor.

He was in deep sleep so she didn't wake him up even she moved so much.

Looking at the man's gentle face outlined by the wall lamp, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and patted her restless chest.

It was just a dream. There was nothing to be afraid of.

After hypnotizing herself for a while, she stood up and wanted to pour herself a glass of water. But as soon as she stepped on the floor, the man on the ground opened his eyes and looked at her blankly.

After they looked at each other for a long time, the man smiled lightly and asked, "What's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Pursing her lips, Consuela couldn't stand his attitude anymore. She forced a smile and said in a low voice, "I had a nightmare. I'm thirsty now."

She just wanted to drink some water.

Richie's head was a little heavy. He nodded and then pressed her shoulder so that she wouldn't act rashly. "Well, sit down. I'll get you some water."

In the first place, Consuela had doubted that the man in front of her was actually very conscious. When she found that he didn't mention a word about her nightmare, she realized that he was doing that only out of instinct.

She saw the man squinting his eyes and fumbling away. She sat down and leaned back against the

the sofa, and walked up to Johnson. With a smile, she said, "Consuela is living a happy life now. She always keeps smiling when she talked to me."

"Did you find anything unusual when you talked about Richie?" Johnson pinched between his eyebrows and looked a little tired.

In fact, when Consuela's phone was switched off, the two of them had made many phone calls to her, including to call Richie.

Under her parents' pressure, he smiled sheepishly and said, "Dad, mom, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I didn't take good care of her. Please don't worry. I know where she is, and I have sent bodyguards to protect her."

At that time, the images of Richie began to fall sharply again, which made them feel a little disappointed.

When they were happy for the generous man who gave them a large sum of money, someone poured the boiling water on them, making them feel very uncomfortable.

Consuela, however, was an introverted woman. She never wanted to talk about her love affairs to her parents. Even if she was given an opportunity to cry out, she would not accept it.

"Johnson, I think our daughter was brought up in a delicate family. How come she is wronged? She even doesn't dare to tell us."

Johnson held Linda's hands with a helpless smile and looked at her with his turbid eyes, at a loss.