Chapter 303 Not Ready To Go Back Yet

"It's useless for you to escape like this. Can you not change the topic and have a good chat?"

Debbie rolled her eyes at Consuela and said with a smile, "What do you want me to answer?"

The answer she wanted was that she didn't want to talk about it. If so, she might as well keep silent, or she might not stay on this subject any longer.

They stared at each other for a long while, and then Consuela calmed down and replied, "It's up to you."

"……"

Every time Consuela wanted to talk about Baron, she would be interrupted by Debbie's lame words and gave up persuading her.

But her self-denial was just like a self-abuse. It really made her heart ache to see it.

She could tell that Debbie cared a lot about this baby. Otherwise, she wouldn't start to eat noodles when she said that the baby could be hungry.

But she didn't know why she was so angry with him.

But she could only think about things on her own. It was too clear that Debbie would not tell her.

Many things were buried in the bottom of her heart. Once mentioned, she would be always bloody and painful. She didn't want anyone to feel uncomfortable.

After dinner, Consuela said to the tired woman, "Let's go for a walk. It's not good for you to stay here all the time."

Maybe after she had a walk, she would be happy and stopped doing anything that might make her regret.

After a short pause, Debbie looked at the woman's belly and nodded.

That night, Debbie didn't know what to say. No matter how excitedly Consuela disguised herself, Debbie still had a cold face.

It looked helpless.

Consuela strolled in a park which was not far from Debbie's rented house. After a while, she couldn't calm down and asked, "Debbie, have you ever thought that it wasn't that he didn't want to look for you, but that he couldn't come to you?"

The woman behind her was pale without any color on her face. She asked in a trembling voice, "what do you mean?"

Deliberately, Consuela nodded, but in a lower voice, she

suela dialed the number, and the call was connected soon. "It's nine o'clock. Do you want me to pick you up?" Richie said in a hoarse voice.

After he finished speaking, he coughed and put his phone a little further away from him. Left with no other choice, Consuela could only hear the slight sound from the other end of line of the phone.

The man asked again after some time.

Frowning, Consuela asked worriedly, "Have you taken the medicine yet?"

Although Richie looked fearless, he hated to take the medicine. He acted like a child of five or six years old when he was willful.

The person on the other end of the line chuckled, as if he didn't care about her reaction at the moment. "Those Chinese medicines I took and the cold medicines will have some reaction. I can't take them at the same time."

"Uh huh!" Consuela didn't answer. Then she continued, "Then drink more water. It's a fact that will never change."

'Do remember to drink more water no matter what illness you are suffering from.'

"Ahem, stop it. When will you come back?" asked Richie with a soft smile and in a spoiled tone.

The corners of Consuela's mouth twitched. She didn't want to argue with him. "You've caught a cold. Why are you still driving?" she retorted.

"I can let the driver pick you up."

"… But I'm not going back today."