Grabbing her arm, Richie walked towards the parking lot. He spoke in an unscrupulous and unrestrained manner, with innate arrogance in his tone, "You are the mother of our child now. Just enjoy the sunshine."
Unable to break free from the man's grip, Consuela trotted up to catch up with him. Her eyelids twitched at his words.
She was a little annoyed and asked back, "Do you want to expose my identity after the baby is born and then create an affair, so as to take the opportunity to divorce me?"
He looked determined.
"What you're thinking about is all about the soap opera?" Richie hid the smile in his eyes and roared in a low voice.
Consuela covered her face with her hands. She couldn't bear it.
But she suddenly found that in fact, he was not so bad as she thought.
He took her to the parking lot and seemed to drive her home.
With an embarrassed smile, Consuela said, "Thank you."
However, she did not refuse directly and directly opened the door and sat into the car, regardless of the slightly twitching corners of his mouth.
"Don't be so grateful to me. I just worry that you might be caught by the reporters that you're crowding the bus," said Richie coldly. His words were like a sharp knife, piercing through her wildest fantasies.
With a brilliant smile, she said, "You're thinking too much."
'The two words, ‘thank you’, were not suitable with me at all.'.
Richie suddenly slammed on the brakes, and without the seat belt, Consuela leaned forward. Her head hit the valuable cushion, which was very painful. She shouted, "What are you doing?"
After taking a glance at her from the rearview mirror, Richie answered confidently, "The traffic light is red."
She knew that he was avenging himself, but she couldn't do anything about it.
Perhaps it was because the complaint in her eyes was so obvious that the man suddenly threatened her, "Do you want to that again when the traffic lights turn red next time?"
The woman sat straightly and looked steadily forward. The smile on her face was very harmonious.
Reflexively, a coward.
Richie smiled, as the green light turned on and the car moved steadily. Consuela said through gritted teeth. She was a slave to Richie now.
She just felt that she couldn't afford to offend this man. If she displeased him, the things around her would be destroyed and she would give in involuntarily.
After they reached the road leading to the villa of the Xia Clan, Richie directly parked his car in an inconspicuous alley and looked at the woman sitting on the back seat.
"Well, do you need me to hire eight palanquins to send you back along these steps?"
His voice was again filled with sarcasm and impatience, which made Consuela stunned.
Wasn't he going to meet her parents with her?
She wasn't a person who could hide her own thoughts. She had better ask directly, "Aren't you going to deal with my parents?"
"Consuela, I've never considered you as my partner. I can ask you to help me deal with my family, but you can't."
She thought that it was right for Consuela to be taken revenge on. She had nothing to do with the whole thing.
"I'm sorry. I was being too sentimental," she got out of the car quickly as if she was trying to avoid something.
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