Chapter 632 I Want To Go To Work

The morning sun shone on her body, making her feel warm but not dazzling. She held Richelle in her arms and nestled in the quilt. With her eyes closed, Consuela felt at ease under the sunshine.

She had been in France for several days. She didn't know what was going on at home. Would Lance look for her? Would Richie still have no feelings for her disappearance as before?

Countless thoughts were hovering in her mind. She didn't know if it was a right decision to go abroad so decisively.

"Consuela, it's time for breakfast."

Just as Consuela was lost in various fancies and conjectures, Tristan's voice came from downstairs.

It was not until then that Consuela opened her eyes. The sun was shining brightly outside. She looked down at Richelle, who was still sleeping, and gently kissed her on the cheek.

She quietly walked out of the bedroom, and the aroma of food came up along the stairs. It had been the same these days. She woke up naturally and waited for Tristan to make breakfast and wake her up.

Such a life was what Consuela wanted the most in the past. But it was a scheme of Sheryl that ruined all her dreams and put her into a cage that she could not escape at all.

"You don't look good these days. I've made some chicken porridge for you. Have a taste. I pickled this radish the night. Now it just could be eaten. It's very crispy and sour." Seeing Consuela come out, Tristan put the radish he had just cut on the table and filled a bowl of porridge for her. "Go wash yourself. The porridge is still hot. It's delicious when it's cool."

The way the two got along with each other was very relaxed. In the eyes of the people around them, the two of them were like a loving couple, respectful to each other. And in the eyes of Consuela, they were very stable. Although it was unfair to Tristan, at least, he didn't have to worry about losing her, and it had nothing to do with getting any

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

"As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses."

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

ork at home?" Consuela's eyes widened. "It suddenly occurred to me that my classmates had said about working at home when we were at school."

"Hmm?" Tristan didn't respond.

"Make a doll. One is 50 Fen." Consuela rolled her eyes. If that was the case, she would rather die in the bedroom than do it.

Tristan happened to have a mouthful of porridge. When he heard Consuela's words, he almost spat it out. Fortunately, he stopped at the last moment, but he choked himself accidentally.

"Why are you so careless?" Consuela shook her head and said, "But I don't think there will be such a job as making dolls at home in France."

"Who told you to make dolls at home?" It was not easy for Tristan to swallow the porridge. He took a few mouthfuls of water to suppress the choke just now. "You can change to some more superior work."

"So you think I'm suitable to install a ballpoint pen?" Consuela felt helpless. Working at home, apart from being a housewife, there seemed to be only these ways for her to make a fortune in H Country.

"Consuela, please don't make such a joke." Tristan was rendered speechless by Consuela's words. "By the way, don't you have a classmate here? I think you can ask him."

Consuela stopped thinking and was awakened by Tristan's words.