Chapter 558 A Mean Man (2)

Just like what Richie was like at this moment.

His eyes were full of her reflection, with a cynical smile at the corner of his mouth. His green face, which was almost integrated with the prairie, had returned to morbid pale.

He was in the ward, with the smell of disinfectant fluid, completely ignoring the fierce and eye-catching man Harry who looked for existence all the time.

He looked at her affectionately and sentimentally. "If I was facing with the problem of you, I would certainly be into a panic. But when it comes to the problem of my child, I can't be into a panic."

"Why not?" Consuela opened her mouth like a fool.

The man, who got everything he wanted to hear, didn't feel impatient at all. He even chuckled, as if someone was playing a precious piano melody. His magnetic and keen voice came to her ears slowly.

"If I were thrown into a panic, who would be the harbor for you?"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Her heart was beating faster and faster.

Her eyes were empty. She pursed her lips and looked at somewhere else. It seemed that she was in a daze.

'Consuela, are you crazy? You are not a primary school student who has never heard love talk. How can you be fooled by such perfunctory words?'

Enraged by the woman's indifference to him, Harry couldn't help but furrow his eyebrows. After a while, he decided to go back to his usual self. "Consuela, didn't you say that you wanted to see the baby? I'll go with you now," he said.

When Consuela put down her bowl and chopsticks and was about to leave, he slowly packed up the things in the lunch box. He wasn't as polite as he said. He didn't want to eat with Richie.

He was about to say something when he heard Richie's shameless confession of love, but when he caught sight of the bewitched look on Consuela's face, he swore angrily in his heart.

He couldn't help but wonder what magic this man with so many mouths to make her believe what he said!

If it weren't for the fact that Richie was here and wa

got tired of watching him.

On their way back, Richie couldn't help saying, "It's getting late. You have already seen the baby and given the warmth. Why don't you go now?"

Like a dog, he just followed people by their sides and was not willing to let go.

"Mr. Richie, do you think there is any difference between you and me in this matter?" Harry stopped and looked at him with a serious and elegant expression.

Consuela lowered her head.

It was true that they were both scums.

"Do you think you and I are comparable? We're legally married. Do I need to show our marriage certificate to you, Mr. Harry?"

"What an authentic couple. It seemed that only a few people knew that Mr. Richie had been married. People who don't know the truth may think that Mr. Richie is going to conceal the marriage."

Why did they keep their marriage a secret?

The speculation in Harry's eyes was exposed. He thought that secretly married meant that he didn't want to admit his marriage, and that he could have a lot of fun outside. When he went back, as her wife, Consuela couldn't control anything too much.

They were never in the same status and there was no fairness and equal between them.

"I brought her to the public before. And I never hid the fact that we got married. You are so mean to drive a wedge between us."