If You Want Me

Why sad?

Consuela stole a glance at the man in front of her, only to find that he wasn't taking it seriously. He lifted his chopsticks, drew circles in the bowl filled with soup, and blew on it every now and then.

The man looked so relaxed now. It was obvious that he was in a good mood.

She asked with a frown, "Don't you have anything to worry about?"

For example, the harassment of excellent female subordinates, the difficulty in work, or something couldn't be got through, or love without hope.

"Of course there's something troubling me. When the woman I like is with me, she always doubts my intentions and even thinks of another man."

Tristan snorted, his eyelids drooping. The smile on his face was more lonely. He waved his chopsticks helplessly.

The role this man took should be incomparably gentle. However, he pretended to be a man with passion.

As she finished speaking, she kept fixing her eyes on the chopsticks on the man's hand. She was afraid that he would be unhappy and immediately broke the chopsticks.

"… You don't understand me at all. "

"Is it not a sad thing to be refused by someone you like?"

"… Well... "

"Huh! You are speechless now. But I'm curious why you refuse to accept my love." He squinted his eyes, which were covered with the light. "If you decide to divorce with Richie right now and you go to get the divorce certificate, I will dare to hold your hands to take the small red marriage certificate."

"……"

Consuela looked at him in disbelief.

Maybe it was because she always distrusted everything around her after she had experienced something. And Tristan looked like a fox no matter how.

He was a cunning fox, who would go back on his words

It was not easy to convince him.

"I know you don't want to have a divorce, but I don't know what's so good about that? If you are willin

Consuela frowned, not knowing what to say. All of a sudden, she wanted to push the man out of the ward.

The atmosphere now was extremely awkward.

Tristan's face changed a little, then he returned to normal. "You are hungry. Don't waste time. Come and eat with me."

"You forgive me for what I did just now?" asked Consuela

The man nodded, her face reflected in his warm eyes, as if there was only her in the world.

No, not only her in the world, but in his world, he only wanted her.

The goosebumps flooded her body again. She felt like she was going to cry the next second.

In silence, Tristan suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks.

"Aren't you curious about Richie?"

"Bang!"

All of a sudden, the bowl in Consuela's hand dropped down, and the bowl and chopsticks fell on the quilt one by one, then fell on the floor.

"Sorry... I'm sorry. I'll clean it up now."

Consuela got flustered. Without thinking about the consequences, she grabbed the thing that had been knocked out with her trembling hand. She did it hurriedly as if the man in front of her was some kind of monster.

Tristan smiled dejectedly. All of a sudden, he realized what kind of difference between him and Richie in Consuela's heart.