Chapter 29 Being Forced To Resign And Await Delivery (3) (2/2)

When he went upstairs with a bowl of egg noodles in his hand, Consuela leaned against the headboard of the bed, sleeping. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, she looked serene.

It was the first time he cooked after many years, but he met someone who wouldn’t praise him. Strangely, he was not very unhappy.

Richie heaved a long sigh and tried to comfort himself. Would she cry to thank him?

He raised his head to look at her carefully. He had sighed more often after staying with her for a long time.

Consuela wasn't a good-looking woman. She had chubby cheeks. The corners of her lips were a little nice, and her eyes were a bit curled up like crescent moons.

Whether she smiled or not was very pleasant.

He put down his bowl and approached her as quietly as he could. When he got close to her, he saw the tears on her face.

When he reached out to help her wipe her tears, he only felt that his body and mind were separated. When he realized what he had don, he didn't really dislike it..

And why was he not averse to such a thing?

He pursed his lips and continued to follow his body's reaction to wipe her tears gently. When his hand touched her smooth and delicate skin, the warm touch extended into his heart.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Consuela grumbled in a low voice. She couldn't sleep well, but she didn't push his hand away.

He didn't leave the room until Consuela suddenly reclined on the bed with her head askew.

He thought he must be crazy, as well as the woman.

After sleeping for half an hour, Consuela's eyes were red and swollen. Since the curtains were drawn, she could only see the dim yellow light coming out through the window.

When she got used to the cold weather for a while, she could see it again. She turned her head slightly and saw the egg noodles on the bedside table. She touched the edge of the bowl. It was cold already.

There were two eggs and some lettuce in the bowl. The temperature was suitable, but not high enough.

She sniffed, lowered her head and began eating, completely ignoring the so-called dining etiquette, as if she could vent her so-called emotions by doing this.

”Thank you,” she said between her teeth.

Emily was not in the villa at all. She could see clearly who had made the noodles. But the pain that the man brought to her couldn't be ignored.

Like staying in a bitter melon water for a long time, a spoon of sugar could only be stirred in it, making it have a slight reaction.

After the meal, she went downstairs with the bowl in her hand. She saw Richie in the living room in front of him was a laptop, wearing a Bluetooth headset. The sunshine shone in from the window and sprinkled on his body, just like a beautiful man in a painting.

In the kitchen, Consuela put down the bowl, took a few deep breaths and then walked up to the man. As soon as Richie noticed her, he also put down his Bluetooth headset.

Seeing Consuela's nervous look, Richie couldn't help laughing. The corners of his mouth were just lifted a little, but he soon suppressed it. Then he raised his eyebrows and asked,” What's the matter?”

The way he asked her frankly made her a little stunned. After coming to herself, she frowned and began to organize her words in the bottom of her heart. ”I want to go back to work. I hope you can agree.”

With one of his eyebrows raised, Richie looked up and down at her face, and did not see any other expression on her clean face, asked in a relaxed tone

”Nothing else?” He coughed, turned off the laptop and asked reasonably.

Consuela was a little taken aback by his sudden question. She mumbled, ”Okay, that's it.”

”Okay.”