Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 195

The question popped up out of nowhere and interrupted the silence between Consuela and Wendy. The other women beside didn't want to back up Mrs. Mu anymore, so they turned their topics to their interest.

Consuela swallowed hard and sighed with resignation. The topic of their conversation had been changed so much that she wanted to rush out of the house right now.

Her eyes betrayed her thoughts. The vice mayor's wife raised her hand, and a servant closed the door and left.

"That's right. According to the style of the Ye Clan, it must be a good wedding."

"Mrs. Ye, is this wedding in progress?"

Wendy squinted. She didn't know anything about the wedding. Even when the two people got married, they just knew it later.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be influenced by the other people beside them. She looked at the silent daughter-in-law next to them, as if she also wanted to know the answer.

Consuela put down her glass and decided not to be impolite to them. She was under a lot of pressure as Wendy had changed her side.

As for wedding, she didn't know it at all. With the cold look of Richie, how could he hold a wedding for her in a big way?

Of course, she could only criticize him in her heart. If she had to be honest, she would not dare to do so.

Consuela smiled and bowed her head shyly. She buried her face in the shadow and said, "I'm not in a rush. It's not a good idea to get pregnant and wear a wedding dress."

Hence, the eyes of all people were fixed on her belly. It was true that her belly was too big to wear wedding dress carefully. Nobody wanted to have any regret on her first wedding.

"I heard that there is a new French restaurant in the downtown of L City." Someone shifted the topic to bring the other two people out of the noisy crowd.

Consuela heaved a sigh of relief. Then she turned to the other side of her and the back of her hand on the chair was patted by the woman beside her. With a smile, she replied, "I'm fine."

She looked at Mrs. Mu for a few more times and then said nothing. On the way home, as soon as she got in the car, Wendy asked her the same question.

"When are you going to prepare for your wedding? Didn't Richie tell you anything? "

Looking at the grim expression on the woman's face, Consuela shook her head in bewilderment. As the woman turned around, Consuela said in a low voice, "It's up to him."

She could only listen to him.

A touch of tenderness appeared in Wendy's eyes. She touched Consuela's long light hair and sighed, "What a good girl!"

Consuela smiled back at her without saying anything.

Although it was at night, Richie came back with full of the smell of alcohol, no one to accompany him. He had driven the car back himself. When Consuela sat on the sofa, taking a glance at the drunken man, she was taken aback.

He really didn't take himself seriously, so she couldn't force him to treat her well.

There was a slight frown on Consuela's face as she watched the man walk up the stairs. He waved away Miranda the servant who was about to help him upstairs, and said with a frown, "You can help me when I'm getting disabled."

Since his tone was as strong as ever, Consuela couldn't help but follow him up the stairs and keep the safest distance of one meter.

When he was about to reach the bedroom, the man suddenly turned his head and pointed his toes at her. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Shouldn't you come over and perform your duty as a wife?"

There was no light in his eyes, which made her feel like walking on a dark desert with no end and giving up all hope.