Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 140 Dealing With The Rival In Love (8)

At the ticket check-in counter, Richie took his briefcase from her hand, slightly lowered his head and leaned his face towards Consuela. "Now I give you a chance to compensate."

Now that his face was so close to hers, she didn't have to guess what he was planning in his mind.

Consuela said, blinking her eyes. The man's skin was fair, more delicate than a woman's. She then kissed on the man's right cheek.

In his disappointment sight, she pushed the man away and said with a smile, "Hurry up. I'll wait for you to come back."

Regardless of the inspector's warning, Richie took the woman who wanted to escape into his arms. The man who put on his sunglasses when he walked out of the lounge raised his hand to gently touch her lips.

He lowered his head and imprinted a mark on her trembling lips due to her nervousness. "This is your punishment."

As soon as he finished his words, he turned around and left, leaving the woman who had been bitten on her lips dumbfounded.

The driver, who was waiting on the side of the airport, came over and said calmly, "Mrs. Richie, it's time to go back."

Consuela rolled her eyes and nodded, "okay."

That man had never told her the truth. What was the relationship between him and the woman who held his arm intimately in the morning?

He escaped from her. And she didn't dare to ask either.

In the building across the airport, an interview to Harry was being played on the LED advertising screen. It seemed to be a live broadcast.

There was no scars on his face. He was talking happily with the host, less reserved and alienated.

However, much to her surprise, the smile on his face wasn't able to hide the sadness in his eyes.

"Mrs. Richie, what's wrong?"

A strange voice came from not far away. She came back to her senses and said apologetically, "I'm fine."

She walked away and got into the car. Since it was a long way to the villa, she took out her phone and downloaded the software which she seldom used. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

She refreshed it for several times, but the news about Harry was still on the headlines, even much more than the entertainment news of many stars getting married and having children with different men.

No one knew whether it was a made up or a piece of true news, all of which were revealing Harry's crime. They used a lot of paid supporters to smear him by personal attack.

Massaging her temples, Consuela felt a headache. She didn't feel guilty for what he had suffered, but she didn't take pleasure in others' misfortune. She just felt a bit uncomfortable.

When the man got out of the plane, it was already about ten o'clock at night. Before Consuela was about to go to bed, she stared at the flickering phone and had no choice but to answer the phone.

As soon as the line was connected, the man joked. He transmitted the message to her by satellite that was thousands of kilometers away from the other side of the sea. "Are you jealous today?"

The sound of electricity, accompanied by that man's chuckle, almost made her lose her grip on her mobile phone. After hearing what the man had said, her eyes twitched severely.

She slowly walked to the balcony, looked at the flesh plants on the window and said calmly, "No, I'M all calm today."

"Are you curious about the relationship between me and that woman?" The man seemed to be smoking. His sound of exhaling was not covered by the electric current.

He asked naturally and confidently, feeling that she would be very curious about it.

Consuela wanted to tell him that she wasn't that boring, but she curled her lips and murmured, "why do you think that I'm jealous?"

Why did he ask her directly?

He suddenly choked on his cigarette and coughed. There was also faint laughter from the other end of the line. It was from a stranger.

He managed to stop coughing and cast a cold glance at the man sitting opposite him. Then he said to Consuela, "That woman is my cousin's adopted sister. They have no blood relationship. I can understand your jealousy."

Richie spoke on his own, not thinking of the woman's answer, but throwing out what he needed to say.

However, Consuela didn't pay much attention to the last sentence. She just remembered the word "cousin" and referred to that as "lover of Debbie"?

How could a sister without blood be treated like this by the cousin, Richie? What would the woman look like when she faced her brother who lived under the same roof?

After thinking about the conspiracy in her mind, she hanged up the phone quickly and began to send a message to remind the crazy woman, Debbie.

On the contrary, she received comfort from that woman.

Debbie said, "I don't like a man with strong power. Don't worry. Have a good talk with the boss. Don't estrange your relationship."

Since Debbie uttered some unreasonable words, Consuela had to respond perfunctorily. She then put her phone on the bedside table and tucked herself in before going to sleep.

The gap between them had been from the beginning, and maybe no one could remove it in the future.

The man on the other side of the sea raised his eyebrows in disbelief when he saw the phone was hung up.

As soon as he got off the plane, he called her, but before he could say a few words to her, the woman had hung up.

What an ambitious woman she was. She was really something now.

The man, who had just managed to get away from business, could only shrugged his shoulders and comforted, "women are always unpredictable. You will get used to it."

Richie curled his lips and said, "I heard that your fiancee fled away again. She seems to be in H City."

The man smiled awkwardly. "You don't have to worry about that. I will drive you to the place you have reserved."

In the past few days, both of them had kept in touch over the phone. Every time there was nothing to say, the man would ask Consuela to report what she had done in a day.

But he was also distracted by his work.

Maybe she wasn't used to being separated from Richie for such a long time, but after two days, she would be able to get used to it.

However, sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night because of nightmares and touched the side, only to find that there was nothing there. And she also thought that that person was very helpful.

At the same time, Richie complained directly on the phone, "the food here tastes strange and weird, and I can not fall asleep at night. It seems that my brain is missing you."

He said in an indirect way, which made Consuela feel a bit morose.

"My brain is missing you too. When will you come back? I'll cook for you." Consuela responded with a smile.

Fortunately, it was through the phone, so the person did not know her guilty expression at the moment at all.

During the few days when Richie was out, she had not been happy, but she was very comfortable. She did not need to worry about what she did would make the man get angry.

This kind of distance was just right. Sometimes she would think of him when she felt bored.

His eyes softened as he said, "Liar, say something nice again."