If You Want Me

Suddenly, the air became quiet. They could even hear each other's breathing.

Staring at the man not far away from her face, Consuela snorted, "You are a madman!"

A madman could do anything crazy.

Richie knelt on one knee, held her chin with one hand, and then patted her face with the other. His eyes were fuming with rage as he observed her discreetly.

"Now that you know I'm a madman, you'd better behave yourself. A madman won't bite everyone."

"… A mad dog." Consuela said in a low voice.

"You think I can't hear anything? I don't care whether I'm a mad man or a mad dog. As long as you know that it's impossible to get a divorce and I won't let you get the custody of my children,"

Trying to make him even angrier, she turned her head to one side and snorted, "Don't be overbearing. The most common thing in the world is an accident."

Yes, it was right. Something unexpected would happen at this critical moment. Everyone should be overcautious.

"Crack..."

She twisted her neck with too much force that a clear sound could be heard.

Richie was stunned for two seconds, and Consuela's eyes were red again because of the pain.

"… It hurts... "

"……"

When her neck was fixed and put on a plaster, Richie had already tidied up and recovered his original appearance.

He was so noble that no one dared to look straight at him.

Now that she didn't dare to move her neck, she couldn't help but retort, "It's the most suitable image for you."

Now, he was not in rags, looking deathly pale as he had been.

Ignoring her tease, he calmly stated, "I just met the baby. She's very healthy. Her eyes look like mine, and her mouth looks like yours."

There was a smile in his eyes, and the smile diluted the morbid condition of his pale face, which made him more handsome and fascinating.

When he went to see

The baby, however, liked to sleep. She closed her eyes before long when Richie held her in his arms, with the eyes wide open. She fell asleep soon.

He recalled the pleasant sensation he had just felt, and involuntarily, he was in a good mood, although he didn't notice the smirk on Consuela's face.

Consuela raised her head to look at him. After a few seconds, she felt that he didn't pretend to be a nice person, so she said in disbelief, "I didn't expect a man like you to be so gentle."

"…… What do you mean by that? "

"Bad temper, poor patience, impulsive and reckless, full of conceit..."

However, in the future, he might be a totally unreliable man, because he fooled around with women.

"Are you sure you are saying the same one as me?"

Since her neck was fixed, the only thing she could do now was watching the man in a good mood, the corners of her mouth twitching.

She sighed, "It seems that you like yourself very much."

He had just given full play to his shameless essence by asking such a question.

She really admired his courage.

"I don't care. I just know better than you what kind of person I am exactly." Richie was still sitting in the wheelchair, looking at her with indifference.