Chapter 618 Do You Like Here

Hearing that, Richie frowned slightly. Of course he knew that it was Wendy who told him about it. He didn't say anything but said, "She has gone. Don't worry about me. Take good care of Susie."

"Richie, are you really okay?" Before Mark could say anything, he heard the voice of Susie.

"Don't worry. I'm fine." As usual, Richie was as indifferent as an iceberg, but no one could only tell his current mood, as if he had lost the most important thing and could not lift any spirit.

Susie bit her lips. Naturally, she heard something unusual from Richie's tone as usual, but she did not expose it. It was her brother's dignity. No matter what, she would not let him lose it.

"That's good. Richie, work hard and take good care of Lance." Susie knew very well that except for the work, the only person who could cheer up Richie was Lance, the crystallization of his love with Consuela, and also the motivation for him to go on. "I'm going back to work in a few days. Richie, leave me a position."

A bitter smile appeared on Richie's face. "Okay, I'll support you whatever you like to do."

Susie nodded at the other end of the phone, tears streaming down uncontrollably. Seeing her like this, Mark quickly picked up the phone. He couldn't help but comfort Richie, and he was also sad for his beloved wife.

"Richie, Susie is a little drunk. I'll take her to take a shower. You... You must take care of yourself and be fine." After saying that, Mark hung up the phone before Richie could reply.

Looking at the dead screen, Richie shook his head. He knew his cousin very well. She must have been crying again. Fortunately, Mark was beside her and he could take good care of her.

On the other side, six hours later, Consuela was standing on the ground of France with Lana in her arms. Tristan was moving his luggage out of the taxi and handing the key to Consuela.

"There are too many things. You can open the door first." Tristan gave a wee smile like a spring breeze stroking the face.

Consuela took over the key w

ed sense of security. Therefore, she chose to leave, maybe it was not a good thing for the child, but for her, it was like a new life, completely changed.

"Dinner is ready. Come and eat."

Just as Consuela was immersed in her memory, she heard Tristan's voice, which brought her back to reality.

"Richelle is still sleeping. Let's have dinner first. Otherwise, you won't be able to eat if the children make trouble for you later." Tristan put the rice in front of Consuela and said, "There's nothing delicious here. I'll cook for you from now on."

Consuela looked at the dishes on the table. Although they were simple, they were in a complete style. Four dishes and one soup, with good color and smell. She didn't know that Tristan was a good cook.

"Why don't you eat? What? Are you afraid that they are not delicious?" Tristan picked up a piece of meat and put it in Consuela's bowl. "Have some meat. You look thinner."

"I just didn't expect you to be able to cook." Shrugging her shoulders, Consuela put the meat into her mouth and said, "It's delicious."

"Yes, it's delicious." Tristan smiled, "Eat more."

"Don't just look at me. Hurry up and eat." Consuela smiled gently.

It had been a long time since he saw her smile like this. He suddenly felt that it was a right choice to bring her out. At least, she could smile happily.