If You Want Me

When she opened the curtains a little bit just now, she saw Angie standing beside him with an impeccable smile on her face, making her unable to even look at her.

She would also feel that Angie was in happiness.

The corners of her mouth twitched. Consuela leaned back against the wall and Debbie wanted to ask Consuela what had happened, but the man's words stopped her.

She didn't have to guess who could make him emotional.

"Consuela, don't think too much. Maybe it's just Angie's trick,"

The matter of "Mrs. Richie" was just Angie always wanted others to fawn on her. So Debbie thought that Consuela should not be negative, as Richie's true wife.

Noticing the hesitant look on her face, Consuela shook her head helplessly. "Don't say it any more. I know her. She will be able to take this position as long as she wants. It's just a matter of time."

She also admitted that her marriage with Richie was a shotgun one just because of the children. There was no emotional foundation between them from the beginning, so she was so sure.

Debbie shook her head and was about to say something, but the noise from the other side interrupted her.

"Okay. Let's get married. I've been waiting for this day for so many years!"

"It's so kind of you,"

After only hearing the words, Consuela didn't say anything else. After being stunned for a few seconds, she quickly walked towards the balcony next to her and saw Cassie squatting on the balcony which was covered by the curtain.

She buried her face in her hands and cried bitterly. As she was so engrossed in crying that her shoulders slightly shrugged. She even sobbed and cursed, but nobody knew what she meant.

Raising her head, Cassie said, "Why do you come back? Do you want to laugh at me?"

However, when she raised her head, she was a little stunned.

Cassie kept silent for two seconds and said, "... Why are you here?"

'it's a little embarrassing, ' she thought.

Consuela wondered, "..."

When Cassie calmed down, they sat in the corner again. A lot of pe

w..." Consuela sensed that there was something wrong with her. After being in a daze for two seconds, the smile on her face faded. "I'm sorry. I've been in a bad mood recently," she said.

After saying that, she smiled faintly. Then she rolled her eyes, hoping to see the man from the parking lot.

She smiled and said, "In fact, he is also here, isn't he?"

Tim didn't want to answer her question. He said flatly, "Consuela, let me drive you back first."

Richie and Angie stood on the other corner of the parking lot right at the reverse vent. In order to show her temperament, Angie wore thin clothes. She wanted to shrink into the arms of his, but she was gently pushed away by him.

Now that she had stood against the cold wind, she could not say anything more.

Since Consuela stood a little far away from them, they didn't know what the person on the other side said. After a short while, they began to leave.

On the other side, Richie began to smoke. The smoke was swirling in the air and blew into her face. She wanted to cough, but she couldn't make it. So she had to cover her mouth with her hand to hold back her cough.

After a long time, Angie didn't speak until her legs were trembling with cold, "Richie, shall we leave now?"

He focused his gaze on her as if he wanted to see a flower on her face. "Sure," he answered with a smile