Chapter 331 Promising

Baron spoke in a casual way, but there was a loophole in the heart of Debbie. If there was wind pouring in, she would feel cold in her heart.

The man smiled warmly when he turned his head. But Debbie's ghostly expression made him stop smiling.

He was nervous and asked calmly, "Do you have any other ideas?"

The corners of her mouth twitched. Debbie smiled helplessly. "What do you think I can think of?"

'How could a dictator take me for real?'!

She couldn't think of any other possibility. But could she really think of something that would never pass away like wind?

As Debbie got out of her memory, she rolled her eyes and said a few words to that man. Then she hung up the phone as if she was very furious. When she noticed that, Consuela, who was standing next to her, raised her eyebrows, her jaw slack.

Maybe Debbie had to move to the new house the man talked about on the phone.

All of a sudden, Debbie turned to look at her. With a solemn expression in her eyes, she said firmly, "Consuela, I want to go out and have a relax."

Consuela looked at the young woman, her face full of disbelief.

What she said about relaxation would never be as simple as going for a walk in a park. It was likely that she might plan to go to a distant place and didn't plan to come back in a short time.

Stunned, Consuela didn't know what to do. After a short while, she said in a complaining tone, "I really don't understand why you are so dissatisfied with him. He is a man of high quality in every aspect. How could he always let you down?"

She felt herself inferior probably because he was excellent in every aspect.

Sometimes, Debbie even thought that she would take care of him for a lifetime if he was a disabled man.

Unfortunately, there were few things in the world that could really achieve "ifs".

Debbie shook her head, "I don't know."

She stood among the broken stuff. Her eyes blinked as if there was hope in them. Then she asked with a smile, "Consuela, can you do me a favor?"

is moment it seemed to be filled with ambiguous factors, and was abnormally narrow.

Looking at Richie's handsome face, Consuela imitated the man's moves and raised her head to give a sigh of relief.

She smiled gently, "Maybe it's because I want to bully you whenever I see you."

Their flirting made the atmosphere in the car heated up again.

Richie approached her again with a half smile. The tip of his nose was close to her nose. The smile changed slowly. "You asked for it."

Before she could react, a long kiss fell on her lips.

Unable to resist, she could only frown and enjoy it.

But a moment later, she deliberately stayed a distance between them in order to push away the man who was still in the passion.

She raised her hand to wipe her lips which had been bitten. In a somewhat cold voice, she said, "When you played the honey trap, you kissed Angie a lot, didn't you?"

No one knew whether the man had seen a woman or not. Every time he was close to her, he was like a wild beast which made her feel scared.

Squinting at her with a smile, he said, "I like to see you jealous, but I know you're sad now, and I won't feel better."

With her eyebrows furrowed, Consuela retorted, "Speak sincerely."

"I have never used mouth. Even if I had, it was she who took the initiative."

"… You're really promising."