Chapter 170 Dejected

The man's face softened. He looked at Consuela with a hopeful expression.

He had been teasing her all the time.

"Do you have any plans for the next few days?" Asked Consuela as she tilted her head to look out of
the window. The route to the villa was familiar to her.

It was still early, so there was still a long time before lunch time. It was impossible for him to watch a
movie or be in a daze for a whole day when he had a rest.

Richie closed his eyes. He didn't want to reveal too much. He said mysteriously, "you'll know when we
get back."

The slightly cold and dry hand, like a radar, covered her exactly.

Lowering her head, Consuela watched their fingers interlocked. She blinked and suddenly laughed.
Then she turned her head to look out of the window again.

It seemed that the world was suddenly broad and the sunshine was perfect. The thick trees on the
street blocked some sunshine and cast dim shadows on the ground.

When Consuela was about to fall asleep, the man held her hand and said in a gentle, warm voice, "we
can keep a cat after the baby is born."

"Why?"

"A little friend for you." Richie answered as he had a strange thought in his mind.

"But I prefer dogs. I want to have a golden hair. By that time, I can walk the dog with my child." She
was imagining the blueprint she could make in the future.



The man interrupted her imagination ruthlessly and said coldly, "I think you like to be run by a dog."

She was now only a little fat because of pregnancy. When she gave birth to the baby, she could
definitely not walk with such a huge pet as golden hair.

Since he was right, Consuela didn't insist anymore. She leaned her head against the car window, and
as she was about to fall asleep, the man said, "I'll get a chance to raise a cat and a dog."

With her eyes closed, the woman put on a light smile. She didn't say anything but clenched her clasped
hands.

She was looking forward to a bright future.

After they got back to the villa, Consuela and the man changed their fishing equipment. They got into
their limousine and went to a fish pond.

It turned out that this was the so-called arrangement. In the end, it was a disguised daze.

Consuela sighed helplessly. After they were all done, the man got her a folding deck chair. Then he told
her a few more words before he went to a spot not far away from her and picked up a fishing rod.

This distance was not far, but was just right.

In fact, Consuela didn't like going fishing a lot because it was an activity that needed to be absolutely
quiet.

But her father liked going fishing. Johnson used to take his family to go fishing and have a picnic when
he was not busy.

He had told her about fishing more than once.



Although she was not good at it, she had successfully caught half a bucket of fish at the beginning of
lunch. The palm sized fish should be enough to eat.

Staring at the man who was closing his eyes and taking a rest not far away, Consuela couldn't help but
wonder whether he was here for fishing or for a show.

With that, Consuela drew back the fishing line, threw a fish into the bucket, and then put more bait,
waiting for the stupid fish to take the bait.

Some fishes were just very stupid. They saw their companions were locked and pulled to the surface of
the water a second ago, but they would be attracted and then take the death path as their companions
did.

Feeling really boring, Consuela stood up and walked towards the direction of Richie. Then she saw
there was only a fish in the man's bucket, but it was very big.

The laughter at the beginning of breaking out was suddenly stopped.

"Bored?" He looked up at the woman approaching him and asked.

The sudden voice scared away the fish that was about to bait.

Although the fish was stupid, it had good reaction and could run fast.

Consuela nodded. It was really boring to go fishing with pregnancy.

Then the man stood up and took her away. He told the guards to take care of the food and make the
soup with those fishes.

"Where are we going now?" Consuela was led by Richie, but she couldn't keep up with him.

The man with long legs deliberately slowed down his steps and said mysteriously, "I can't tell you."



The smirk on his face sent shivers down Consuela's spine. She took a step back, and then they walked
into a mall together.

Judging from her impression, she found that it was the place where she mistook Richie for having an
affair with another woman last time.

Most of the clothes sold in that shop were normal women's clothes. There was no tailored maternity
clothes in that shop. They had to find another one that was good enough to only provide maternity
clothes.

"What are you doing here?" With her eyebrows raised, Consuela walked past the man in a casual
manner.

"I have a friend who is skillful but brainless. She works here for a jewelry store."

When they met the saleslady who had been driven mad by her, Consuela finally knew how to explain
why she was unlucky.

Richie packed many bags for her directly.

In Consuela's eyes, Richie merely wanted to help the saleswoman to increase her sales.

After shopping, there was no other activities in the man's eyes.

When they got back to the villa, the fish was ready on the table. The strong smell of the fish filled her
mouth.

In the afternoon, the sun rose and went west. The warm sunshine shone on people, making them feel
warm.



Consuela got out of the bed. There was no one in the master bedroom. She rubbed her eyes as she
walked towards the corridor, only to see the trepidation on Miranda's face.

As soon as she opened the door and came out, Miranda rushed over as if she had seen her savior,
with a lingering fear on her face.

"Mrs. Richie, I'm sorry... It was all my fault. I dumped your bag by accident and Mr. Richie..." Miranda
stammered. She was not as clever as usual.

"It's just a bag. He just wanted to... Wait, what handbag?"

The smile on her face hadn't disappeared yet. She asked anxiously, "please don't be so excited. Tell
me what kind of handbag it is."

Miranda seemed to be frightened. She lowered her head and trembled. "It's just that bag you put it...
The handbag you put on the couch... I'd like to pack up for you... I'm not... "

Her words were not very complete, but in fact, Consuela could hear what she was talking about. The
look on her face became even colder as she tried her best to console the shocked girl.

"It's okay. You can leave now. You didn't do anything unpardonable. You don't need to do that."

Well, the beginning of the whole thing was definitely not due to the appearance of the bag.


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