Chapter 387 Do You Really Want To Know

Consuela was stunned and then was taken away by the man directly.

When she finally came to her senses in an empty room, she looked at the man who was still holding her hand. She slightly struggled and passed him.

Consuela took a few steps back, pressed her lips and asked, "why did you take me here?"

Tristan had planned to come downstairs to watch a good show, but he happened to see her almost pushed down by someone, and before he could react, he had reached out his hand and grabbed Emily her hand.

He didn't know how to respond to her question. He didn't want to answer it straightforwardly. "Nothing. I just want to take you here."

The more she thought of this, the more depressed she became. She didn't know how to swallow her anger anymore.

Consuela turned around and ran her eyes over the spacious room. "Will you hurt me?" she asked with a smile

With her hand in the pocket, she planned to unlock the phone with the memory and call for help.

At the first sight of him, she had thought he was not a simple man. Now that he had gotten what he wanted, she didn't know if she could get away with it.

Tristan pursed his bloodless lips. He didn't realize that he was an ordinary man until now. He was too nervous to tell a lie in front of a woman he liked.

He didn't understand why she would feel that he would do something bad to her since he was in such a low profile now.

Was it because he always had an evil face?

Tristan stared at her in silence for a long time and asked resignedly, "do I look horrible?"

He never thought that he was so good-looking that he had drawn her attention all the time. Even though he wanted to be famous, he still participated in activities everywhere.

His photos were like the messages sticking on the street, not conspicuous but dazzling.

But she didn't notice his presence and didn't even look at him.

Consuela unlocked the phone with her hand, but was interrupted by the man's

. No matter how much he had done to keep the matter a secret, he would not reveal it to anyone else

Looking at the fear in her eyes but the determined and contradictory expression on her face, Tristan suddenly had some kind of thoughts. He put his hands on the door behind her, forming a circle, and trapped her in his breath.

"Then I cause trouble and run away, and you die miserably?" he said, gently holding his lips.

He smiled evilly.

The color drained from Consuela's face.

She was still young, pregnant, and the mistress of her husband hadn't been solved by her. Should she die in the hands of this man who had no enmity with her?

When she pictured the happy life of Richie, getting married and having their children, Tristan suddenly burst into laughter.

He was no longer that kind of insidious smile, but really laugh.

"Consuela, I was just kidding. I was too boring. I just want to play a game with you?"

Consuela pressed her back against the door and said in a stern voice, "I'm not your enemy. Why did you play this game with me?"

She understood that there was no point in knowing too much about it.

If she didn't get to the bottom of it right now, she might be buried a deep bomb in her private life.

"Do you really want to know?" asked Tristan with a smile.