In the ward, as soon as the door was closed, he shook off her hand fiercely like shaking off a virus. With an inexplicable fury, he sat on the bed.
Not knowing how he was going to handle it, Consuela raised her hand to wipe her face and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"
No matter how bad this man had been, he did help her just now. She couldn't bite the hand that fed her, since he had indeed helped her.
Richie sat on the edge of the bed, leisurely taking off his shoes. He didn't talk to her when he heard her words. He moved very slowly, but she knew clearly what he was doing.
He was in a bad mood.
He had been undressing himself for such a long time. It was not a normal performance of a highly efficient man who always calculated money benefits for a few seconds in the market.
Noticing the hesitant look on his face, Consuela got a little worried. "If you're not feeling well, I'll call the doctor for you," she said anxiously.
It was the first time that he felt that when two people's mind was not in the same level, it would give them a sense of weariness.
"It's none of your business." He kicked off his shoes, looked up at her and said in a cold voice.
These words echoed the coldness in his eyes, and made the woman who wanted to ask more questions stand still.
Even if he looked very weak now, he would not lose his memory at all. If she did something wrong, when he recovered, she would suffer a lot.
Suddenly, Richie looked into her misty eyes and said firmly, "You're afraid of me."
Although it was a simple statement, he would not believe it no matter how she explained it.
"You always wanted me to be afraid of you, didn't you?" She turned around to pour a glass of water for him.
Her back was arched slightly, in a completely nervous and defensive posture. Now there were only two people in the ward. It was clear that who she was on guard.
All of a sudden, half of his anger rose up. Richie himself felt confused about this.
He looked at her angrily. She was smiling a little embarrassed and wondering what he was up to.
Consuela took a disposable cup of water to drink, moisten her throat and said earnestly, "Thank you for helping me out."
She sat on the chair, swinging her slim legs. The uneasiness she had when she was sitting outside was totally gone.
Richie licked his bloodless lips, looked at her and asked, "Is this the way you thank me?"
She drank water alone, adjusted her mood by herself. Since he was her benefactor, how could she ignore him?
She didn't understand why he would ask her to pay him back in person?
He was really a bloodsucker.
Richie rubbed his temples with one hand and said, "Was your brain invaded by zombies or washed away by flood? You have a big identity, but you are scolded by her. You really have a brain? "
His straightforward remarks made her feel a little uncomfortable. Couldn't he be a good scolder? Cursing her in an indirect way.
"Couldn't you talk back when Laura accuses you? Couldn't you pretend to be a little aura?"
After all, she was the Ye Clan's lady, a member of the upper class now.
If the news was spread out, the Ye Clan would become a laughing stock in the whole L City.
"But she is right. I really can't take care of you. And I'm always making trouble for you," apologized Consuela in a sarcastic tone.
She had never set up any glorious image in front of other people; she was caught speaking ill of someone in the tea room; she was also deliberately put to trouble when she reported her itinerary.
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