Chapter 22 A Concert (4) (2/2)

Consuela loosened her grip on her phone. She bowed her head and burst into tears. The low, weak moans of her body were rendered by the night scene, like some scary movie.

The man was disturbed by the cry. He was somewhat irritable. He asked where she was and drove towards.

It was already half an hour later that he totally forgot to follow traffic rules. It seemed that he was drifting. A gust of wind blew past when the car came to a sudden stop. Consuela froze for a moment and didn't res

pond.

She knew the plate number. It was the exclusive number of that annoying Richie. She just couldn't figure out what he was doing here.

‘Even if I get my household register now, I can't get a marriage license. What does he rush for?

The sexy tall man got out of the car and looked at the woman who crouched in the dark corner awkwardly. There was an undisguised sarcasm in the corner of his mouth.

'What a troublesome creature! He could make her fall apart just with a few words. That man means a lot to her in her heart.'

If he had known what was in Consuela's mind right now, he wouldn't have acted that way.

”How long will you make a fool of yourself here?” He walked over, with arrogance in his eyes. His white shirt was dyed with coldness in the night.

”It's my privacy, not yours.” Consuela lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, like a helpless female beast.

He lowered his head, looked at her, and said impatiently, ”Oh, I feel ashamed for you. You didn't dare to make a sound, did you? Are you afraid of being seen by an acquaintance?”

All the women that he knew in his life were as smart and talented as Mary. And the girls his mother introduced to him were all ladies from the rich and powerful families. Each of them was rigid and pretentious.

In his eyes, Consuela was a contradictory woman. She didn't dare to show any of her emotions on her face, but instead, she was willing to show her true emotions.

Coward and incompetent, both were towards her, who didn’t know how to deal with any emergency and were afraid of anything.

Richie was dissatisfied with her frosty appearance. He raised his eyebrows and said, ”Don't pretend to be miserable. You can retort to me. Now I give you a privilege. No matter what you say, I won't be angry. And I won't rake up the past.”

Consuela sneered.

She looked up at the man in the dim light. Her legs, which had been squatting for almost half an hour, had lost consciousness. However, she still wanted to stand up and confront him.

He must have come here to laugh at her because life was too boring and he wanted to make fun of her.

But she was too weak to stand up. Her brain was in a mess. When she fainted, she felt herself fall to the ground, but no one came to help her.

What a rude man!

Richie looked at the thin and weak woman who struggled to stand up, seemed to have slowed down her movements. She suddenly fell down in the struggle.

It was too quick for him to react.

When he sent her to the hospital, he pressed his lips and showed a look of displeasure. He went straight to the reserved ward through the exclusive access. The pungent smell of disinfectant made the woman on the bed frown.

”She's all right. It's just that she can't bear the strong stimulation now. She's in the dangerous period of the first three months and it's easy to miscarry. I'll prescribe some medicine that can prevent the miscarriage,” after the detailed examination, the senior doctor of gynaecology said.

She couldn't tell what irritated her so that she fainted.

Richie didn't respond, but nodded. His eyes locked on the little figure who was almost crouching on the bed.

Her face was pale. Even if she passed out, her body still kept alerted. She felt extremely insecure.

It seemed that there was nothing to let her guard down.

The man turned around and left the ward. His white shirt was unbuttoned, and he looked like a playboy with a cold expression.