Chapter 930 Fingers Clasped (3)

The phone rang for a long time.

As soon as she answered the phone, she heard a magnetic displeased voice from the other end of the phone. "What's up?"

"You... Can you give the phone to Consuela? I have something to tell her in person. " She almost asked who that was. Fortunately, she suddenly realized who the man was and changed the topic with fear.

"Just say it. I'll tell her." said Richie impatiently.

The sound of water from the bathroom made him a little irritable, but there was a phone call that suddenly made him more irritable. Half of his shirt was slowly buttoned up.

Before he could say anything more, the woman on the other end of the phone directly hung up. Before hanging up, she said in a lofty manner, "If she is not free now, I will call her again later."

Richie squinted his eyes. She probably didn't know that Consuela wouldn't have much time later as long as he arrived at the bathroom now.

Debbie was waiting for Consuela calling back and fell asleep, but Consuela didn't know about the phone call. Richie, the insidious man, directly deleted the call record.

The next morning.

Baron's father and mother, her mother and the little girl had all come.

They were all around the patient. Baron smiled weakly to greet them. Seeing her father lying on the bed, the little girl asked with red eyes, "Dad, when will you recover?"

Baron was badly injured. Some people couldn't recover well. They might not be able to stand up all their life, but Baron didn't want to make the little girl sad now, so he forced a smile and said, "I will be fine soon."

Debbie covered her mouth and turned around to face the wall.

She didn't have any special emotions. She just wanted to cry all of a sudden. It was all her fault, but now she let the injured man face everyone alone. She was too shameless.

After she made up her mind, she walked out with a smile and greeted them. The little girl threw herself into her arms, her big eyes rolling, and there

h are you feeding porridge to?"

When Debbie came to her senses, she saw herself putting the porridge directly on the quilt with a spoon. She was stunned for a while, and then began to pack up in a hurry. She apologized to him and took a piece of tissue.

However, no matter how fast she handled it, there were still obvious brown marks on the quilt. She lowered her head in frustration, like a withered flower. "I can't do anything well."

She had wanted to apologize to him long time ago, but she couldn't say it directly. Now it seemed to be an excuse that made her say a few words to him easily.

Baron didn't feel angry because of this. He didn't mean to blame her. Seeing that she was a little humble because of him, he felt even worse.

He grabbed her hand and said, "We are a couple. You don't have to show me your politeness to others."

He didn't want to be the same as others. He wanted to be a different existence in her heart.

"I..."

Baron looked straight at her and didn't mean to interrupt her, but Debbie could see some kind of warning in his eyes.

'If you lie again, don't blame me for exposing it on the spot.'

She smiled helplessly. "I'm just scared."

"I'm not scared yet, but you are scared first?" Baron's hand holding her wrist moved up slowly until their fingers were clasped.