Chapter 252 Drifting Away (3) (1/2)
The scenery in the garden was still the same. The fragrance of the flowers was floating in the air. The swing was still standing lonely in the center of the garden, surrounded by bright flowers. It was such a natural beautiful scenery.
”Did you have a bad time here?” Suddenly asked Richie. The woman who was lowering her head didn't know what to say.
Lowering her head, Consuela didn't say a word for a moment. Then she managed to squeeze out a smile and answered, ”Of course not. The food in the villa and Nancy's cooking are both very good.”
How could she not have a good life?
All of a sudden, she changed the subject. She stepped forward and sat on the swing. ”I thought you would explain,” she said melancholy.
The man poured himself a glass of wine gracefully and then raised his head to drink it. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw only Consuela.
She leaned against the rail frame of the swing, with her lips curled up a little. There was a vague smile on her face, but she wasn't happy at all.
But she pretended to be understanding. In fact, Richie also felt that he owed her too much. Except for treating her well, he had no other way to make it up.
With a bitter smile, he tossed the goblet and drank the wine with the bottle directly. ”I thought you didn't want to listen to me.”
The goblet touched the cobblestone trail and bounced back and broke a bright flower. The leaves were shaking in the wind.
Debbie sat on the swing silently. He was right. She really didn't want to listen to him now.
Every explanation would be like concealing.
Raising her head, Consuela asked with a mocking smile, ”If I'm willing to listen, will you explain it to me?”
”No. Whatever I say, you will only feel that I'm saying a joke that has nothing to do with you. In that case, why should I waste my words?”
”It seems that you know me very well.”
Now, the man had finished a bottle of wine. He lowered his head so that she could see a little red on the corner of his eyes. Instantly, the smile on Consuela's face froze.