Chapter 663 Choose A Cemetery (1/2)

The air was filled with the smell of lavender, which was unique only in Provence, the lavender kingdom. The sun had risen in the sky, and it was round orange was like the golden pumpkin pies eaten by the children.

For many people, today was a sunny day, but for some people, they were destined to be depressed.

A new day had begun. The street was full of people. They were busy and rushed to their own destination.

In the villa far away from the street, the air was filled with the same fragrance of lavender, but in a silent room, the fragrance seemed to have been solidified by time.

Suddenly, a loud baby's cry burst out from a room, and then the wailing echoed throughout the house.

On the big bed beside the crib, the woman clutched the quilt on her chest. Her forehead was full of sweat, and her mouth was slightly open. A vague sound came out of her throat.

”Tristan, don't go!”

The woman sat up from the bed and shouted.

Looking at the grey quilt in front of her, Consuela slowly loosened her grip and looked at her shoulder.

It was a pajama, not a coat stained with blood...

Then she just dreamed of Tristan...

It was just a dream...

Consuela recalled what had happened in her dream, but was pulled back to reality by the crying beside her.

She pulled back the quilt and rushed to the crib.

Holding up the crying Richelle, Consuela glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and found that it was already past eight o'clock.

Richelle was so hungry that she burst into tears. Consuela carried her downstairs to prepare the milk powder.

After feeding Richelle the milk, Consuela washed herself and found that the time was nine o'clock.

In the kitchen, Consuela was cooking porridge while holding Richelle who had finished her milk and didn't cry. She thought of the dream this morning.

Before the porridge was ready, Terence had come.