Chapter 339 Wasting Your Time

Consuela rolled her eyes.

Well, if there was a domestic violence, what would happen to her?

She raised her hand and pulled away his arm around her waist. She turned around awkwardly and decided not to talk to him anymore.

It seemed that Richie knew what she was worried about. He raised himself with a smile and whispered in her ear, "I promise I won't hit back."

"… Not interested. " Shrugging her shoulders, Consuela said in a disdainful voice. The disdain in her eyes was also very obvious, as if she was afraid that the man could not see it.

She wanted him to leave as soon as possible.

"If you go to the study to sleep now, I will be in a good mood and have a better attitude towards you. If..."

Consuela paused for a moment. She thought he was smart enough to understand what she meant.

Then she waited for his reply, but he didn't reply. When she opened her eyes and was about to speak again, he stuck to her like a sticky candy.

Instead of holding her in his arms, he moved closer to her and said in an aggrieved voice, "I'm sorry."

Trying not to be embarrassed, Consuela suddenly lowered her head and looked at the gigantic baby in her arms. Her nose twitched as she watched the man. In the end, she didn't say anything else.

She was the one who suffered the grievance, but the one who finally behaved well here was the man who made her grievance. How shameless he was!

Holding back her anger, Consuela pressed her lips and said through clenched teeth, "What are you sorry for?"

Holding Consuela in his warm arms, he said nothing, "..."

He was sorry for her so much that he really didn't know how to say it one by one.

He finally asked in earnest, "Are you talking about that thing?"

Consuela was rendered speechless

'Do you have anything else to apologize for?'

She cast a stern glance at him. At the same time, Richie shamelessly apologized for his mistake. The two charming eyes were filled with anxiety.

The sight of the young man's bruised face mad

ich kept ringing. Since it was an unknown number, she wasn't sure whether she could answer it or not.

"Hello, this is..."

Before she finished her words, an unfamiliar yet familiar voice came from the other end of the line. "Hello, Miss Consuela. This is Angie. We haven't met before and we have made an appointment to have afternoon tea together. Do you remember?"

The woman sounded delightful.

When she heard the name Angie, she was so shocked that she immediately became wide awake. She stretched her hand to the other side of the bed, only to find that the man was gone.

Suddenly, she became quiet.

How could she forget Angie?

"Of course I do. How are you, Miss Angie?" Consuela replied in a hoarse voice. They talked as if they were old friends.

She wasn't aggressive at all, nor did she hate her.

After the phone call, Consuela almost felt that Angie didn't feel like interrupting in her and Richie's damn marriage.

But a moment later, she woke up.

Angie called her just now to ask her out for a cup of tea.

Her intention was getting worse.

But to make it better for herself, she agreed readily.

After freshening up, she went downstairs and saw the breakfast left by Richie. She came down late and happened to see Miranda heat up the breakfast.

"There's no need to heat it. Just pour it out."