They had crossed the road.
Hearing the sound of the woman, Richie could feel the temperature from his hands where his skin touched, vivid and lively.
He pursed his lips into a thin smile, which made Consuela, who had been watching the expression on his face, take a deep breath.
'Hey, hey, you're breaking the rules and tempting me!'
Staring at the man in silence for a while, Consuela suddenly reached out her hand and held the man's arm. She said in a low voice, "I don't know what's so good about you that I can erase my prejudices against you before, but to be honest, I might really change my mind..."
She changed the last string of wisdom in her heart.
That was why she became so natural and active now, without feeling anything wrong. Richie was shocked again by the sudden confession of love.
He took a look at Consuela and then lowered his head to look at their arms. Their skin was close to each other and the temperature was also transmitted to each other.
He suppressed the turmoil in his heart and pretended to be calm. He looked at Consuela, who didn't know what to do, and suddenly said seriously, "I followed you out just because I was worried that you might not know the way and that you would have to carry a lot of things."
Over the past five years, the places here had not been changed much, but there were still some changes. It was difficult to find something based on her previous memory.
Confused, Consuela rubbed her arms and said, "I don't think it's a good idea to talk like this. Can you stop being so sickening?"
"……" Glaring at the shameless woman, Richie gritted his teeth and said, "You can also pretend that I didn't say anything. Everything I just said is fake."
This kind of hypnosis was really useless.
Consuela rolled her eyes at him. She didn't want to talk to him anymore.
However, as he said.
The places here had indeed changed a lot.
Some shops couldn't be found, and the previously well opened porridge shop didn't open again, but changed to a department store.
Consuela said, "I... Where s
t have exposed his identity long ago.
However, even though his identity had been exposed, no one had come to flatter him. In fact, Consuela thought that the people here should be nice.
'Neither riches nor honours can corrupt them; neither poverty nor humbleness can make them swerve from principle; and neither threats nor forces can subdue them.'
"You two don't have to be so uneasy. Come here and have a seat please." The owner looked delicate and sweet, but her dressing was not sweet at all, as if she was looking for mature dressing for herself.
"……"
Consuela was pulled to a chair. The owner fiddled with the remote control. Since she couldn't change the channels, she didn't want to hear a group of people talking about foreign language.
She lowered her head to look at Consuela and asked with a smile, "I wonder where Mrs. Richie is working now. For the past five years, I've been curious about what kind of person you are, so that you can win a man's heart so firmly."
With a smile, Richie continued, "Do you feel a little regretful to see her now? Not as powerful as you think? "
He did everything not because he had a strong sense of responsibility or she was powerful, but because she was Consuela.
Consuela's face darkened in the woman's laughter. She pinched the man's waist and said through gritted teeth, "You bad man! I'm going to kill you!"