Chapter 25 Bring Her Home (Part one) (2/2)

range, and her black and white eyes were pure and beautiful.

In the appreciation of the crowd, Richie and Consuela were clustered around the dinner table. Ronald was still sitting at the head of the table. Ronald's right to the table was Richie's parents, on the left were Richie and Consuela, who were both with the title of ”respected”.

Wendy looked at the girl sitting opposite her. The more she looked at her, the happier she was. Although she was confused why it wasn't Laura.

She didn't feel sorry for the girl. On the contrary, she was a little happy.

But no matter how much she loved her, she couldn't let a girl suddenly appeared out of nowhere and took her son away.

Sitting at the table, Wendy bent over and put some food into Consuela's bowl. With a friendly smile, she asked, ”How did you meet Richie?”

The corners of Consuela's mouth twitched. She wasn't afraid of telling a lie. Only she and her companions could see that she was trembling under the table.

”Richie has just known me, but I have been secretly in love with him for many years. We were in the same school when we were in high school. At that time, I was obsessed with him. Then we met again, so I tried my best to gamble.” She paused, ”I feel I'm lucky, but it's not easy to win.”

Her tone was appropriate and there was no affectation in it. With one of his eyebrows raised, Richie looked at the crowd with a doting and helpless smile at the corners of his mouth.

Naturally, he touched her head and said in a softer tone. Although he was blaming her, his tone was obviously happy. ”You are talkative.”

The rest of them finally understood what was going on. They all looked at Consuela with admiration in their eyes.

They stared at each other affectionately. The man's eyes darkened, but Consuela perceived a threat from his eyes.

When best actor or actress touched each other, scum would be immediately wiped out without a spark.

Wendy nodded in her heart, but she still put on a smile and asked, ”If he agrees to marry you, will you promise to solve the problem of property before marriage?”

Her question was a bit straightforward, and all the people present frowned.

Her husband under the table gently pushed her, but received no more than soothing eyes.

Wherever there were people, there would be more flaws. Even if she frowned, many strange things would be spread. The topic of these boring noble women was always exaggerated and suspicious.

”I won't interfere too much with his personal things, no matter money or drifting mind,” Consuela joked, breaking the tense atmosphere.

He bowed his head, trying not to laugh. He looked more like that he was happy than being seen by others.

”When are you going to get married and have children? I want to know it,” Wendy teased. She began to praise her in her tone.

Her question left Consuela dumbfounded. She couldn't tell the woman opposite her that she was pregnant and waited for the marriage license to be issued.

However shameless she was, she dared not speak it out. She put her hand under the table and naturally pinched the man who had nothing to do with it.

Her mouth twitched, with a touch of ferocity in her eyes. When she turned her head, she looked at him with unspeakable shyness, as if it was all up to him.

Looking at her submissive manner, Richie was not used to it. He pulled the corners of his mouth and held her in his arms.

Such a dominant behavior made people dare not look down upon the frail woman.