If You Want Me

Why did she think of that bastard at this moment?

Consuela herself was also a little confused. Especially when she faced the mischievous smile on the baby's face, the feeling got stronger.

'Maybe it's because the baby has always been in love with that bastard. No matter what he looked like before, as long as he came to her, she could always smile happily.'

Sometimes, even the mother who had been pregnant for ten months would be jealous.

There were knocks on the door.

"Come in, please."

"Let's go downstairs to have dinner. I've prepared your favorite dishes for you. Don't say that you're in a bad mood and you don't have an appetite. All of us are waiting for you."

Linda looked at her hopefully, with obvious hope in her eyes, and successfully blocked the excuse that Consuela wanted to say.

She really had no appetite now.

"Mom..." She blinked her big eyes, a bright smile on her face. Her mother didn't know what to say.

However, Linda was not happy to see her like this. A sense of loss appeared in her tired eyes. "You always make me worry about you," she said.

Then, she turned to look at the baby on the bed with her big eyes wide open. She turned her tone and became a little harsh, "It doesn't matter whether you are hungry or not, but you have to know that you are not a single woman now. Your children are still waiting for you to feed her!"

Upon hearing the words, Consuela was a little touched. She looked at the baby with a pair of bitter eyes. She couldn't help but touch her little nose. "You're really good at setting me up," she said

The baby, who didn't understand what adults were talking about, laughed heartlessly and thought she was joking. She raised her chubby little hand and tried to grasp her hand.

Linda, who was standing and watching, got a little annoyed. When Consuela was playing with the baby, she pulled a long face and said, "What are you doing here? Come wit

ue and half false, so that Consuela did not know what to say.

Consuela blinked her eyes, the smile on her face becoming unnatural.

"Sheryl, don't make fun of me..."

She was embarrassed at the moment and felt uncomfortable as if her parents were looking at her.

"Okay, okay. I won't say that anymore. But it's time for Consuela to be happy. It's not good for her to cry with red eyes."

Consuela wanted to make sure there was something wrong in the woman's eyes, but she couldn't tell. She could only see joy in her eyes.

It seemed that she was genuinely happy for her coming back.

Sheryl lowered her head and put a chicken drumstick into Consuela's bowl. With a smile, she said, "I wonder if you've changed a bit. As long as someone gave you a chicken drumstick, everything would be okay."

She said in a serious tone, and her smile was so bright.

"No, I haven't changed... Chicken drumstick can still cure my bad emotions."

How could it be possible? At this time, if she became a chicken drumstick, and there was no way to cure her bad emotions. She just did not want to let others down.

Then nothing happened during the meal.

Everyone else was trying to make her feel better, with a cautious but flattering look, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.