Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 181 How Was She Feeling (2)

Life was peaceful, and the relationship between the two of them had not been involved in. It seemed that they had built a wall for each other.

She wanted him to get close to her and apologize to her. But she forgot the alienation she had originally arranged for him to prevent her from doing so.

They hadn't been sleeping in the same room for a few days. At that time, Richie got a folded bed in the study, ignoring himself.

Occasionally, when Consuela walked into the study to look for a book, she saw the bed. She couldn't help but feel pity for Richie, a tall man with long legs. The man was bending over the small folded bed in his own house.

It was no wonder that recently he didn't look good, and there were some dark circles under his eyes.

She couldn't tell if it was because he was too absorbed in his work, or simply because he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Even though they had reached a deadlock, each of them was still able to nod when they met.

The servants in the villa had already sensed that something was wrong between the two of them. Nancy wanted to call his mother, but she was stopped by Consuela.

She said, "Don't let the elders worry about us. Nancy, don't worry. We just have different opinions on one thing."

She will recover soon.

Nancy nodded. She didn't believe what Consuela said at all. Her eyes were full of doubt and suspicion. She was completely showing to her.

Consuela acted as if she didn't see anything in her eyes. She patted Nancy on the shoulder with a smile on her face, which made her not feel annoyed.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. But Mrs. Richie, if Mr. Richie bullies you, he must tell Mrs. Ye." Nancy sighed and advised with a smile.

They had been very close to each other before. Nancy didn't know what difference they had encountered that made them like this.

She didn't know the reason, so she didn't dare to make the decision by herself.

The feigned smile froze on Consuela's face. But the sharp, steady gaze of the woman made her feel like she wouldn't give up on anything.

"Thank you, Nancy. I know you are the best." She didn't feel embarrassed anymore by her excessive coquetry.

They didn't meet each other at breakfast today. They had had breakfast together yesterday, and he intentionally reminded her to do an inspection.

"Baby, he is really a good father." Consuela said excitedly as she was reading a book in the hanging chair.

It was ironic that a good father was not a good husband.

'Why are you being so stupid? Do you really want to lose your armor just because that man says he likes you from time to time? Do you really think that there is a chance that you two can be together?

Why don't you think about that man's attitude towards his ex-girlfriend and why he married you?' All fairy tales had a fatal black spot.

She seemed to be in a worse mood.

Sometimes, she went downstairs to have a walk in the garden. The green plant which was planted by herself had been put on the balcony beside the master bedroom.

It seemed that she just wanted to distinguish it from the others. This garden was not for her at all. She didn't have the strength to think much about the remaining things.

Every detail would lead him and Angie to the past. Not long ago, she had also found a photo in the drawer.

It seemed that it was a long time ago, and she even did not see the picture that Laura had shown to her, only one of them was an embellishment of the pictures he had taken.

No one would place his ex-girlfriend's stuff everywhere for no reason, unless he always couldn't get it out of his mind.

Consuela, on the other hand, was fully aware of her own situation. She had nothing comparing to Angie, except that she was accepted as a member of the Ye Clan.

The wind of March was blowing with the scent of flowers. It was fresh and serene.

Consuela took down the book from her face. She had just slept in the hanging chair and had a dream. She dreamed of Angie and Richie.

It couldn't even be called a nightmare because the scene inside didn't look scary at all, and even sweet. When she saw it, she only felt flustered.

There were also some unspeakable pains, as if they were looking at something that once belonged to them, once again returning to their original masters.

The two of them were amusing each other while they were joking around in the swimming pool. Consuela, who was hiding in a corner, watched them all the time, crying.

She woke up while she was crying. It was getting dark. By this time, Richie should have come back. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

In order to get rid of the dream, she had to make a concession. She was really tired after being in a stalemate for so long.

She just didn't understand what the man was thinking. He had asked Tim to prepare various bills for her. She thought it was his concession.

Who would have thought that he still had a long face after he got home? She couldn't describe how bad his face was. It should be like pouring a pot of ash on his face.

She got up and went downstairs. On the sofa in the living room, she saw him. The TV was still on, changing to a financial channel, but he was watching things with his head down.

Raising her eyebrows, Consuela walked up to the man, holding her breath. She wanted to break the ice, but the man immediately turned his head back when he heard the footsteps behind him.

A dash of confusion flashed through his eyes when he saw Consuela's face. She was taken aback and swallowed the words she wanted to say.

However, Richie raised his hand and ordered in a cold voice, "come here."

She walked over with a little hesitation, wondering if she had done something bad in the villa that he had known.

But she seemed to have never done anything excessive except entering the study with snacks.

'Is he still not satisfied with our relationship, so he wants to make more troubles?' thought Consuela.

Her eyes betrayed her. Richie lied on the couch, leaning back against the couch. He looked weary.

"Stop thinking nonsense. Come and have a look."

The laptop was placed in front of Richie, a little far away from her, so she couldn't see clearly the subtitles on the colorful screen.

Richie only left a back side of his head and did not say anything more. She suppressed the doubts in the bottom of her heart, but she could not speed up her pace.

Intuition told her that there must be something wrong.

"What?" Consuela asked with a smile. The man didn't answer her question.

Now, she could see clearly what was on the screen. Her face was completely pale in an instant.