If You Want Me

Withdrawing his thoughts, Terence stayed in the bathroom for another minute and then went out.

Because it was already nine o'clock.

When he walked into the living room, Consuela was feeding the baby. Seeing him, she smiled sheepishly and said, "I have no choice. I have to feed her every few hours. Wait a moment."

Terence walked over and sat down, smiling, "It doesn't matter. I've told you that I'm free all day."

Pursing her lips into a smile, Consuela turned around and focused on feeding Richelle.

After feeding Richelle, Consuela held her in her arms and Terence went out with the kraft paper bag in his hand.

After walking out of the door, Terence quickly walked a few steps to open the back door, put the kraft paper bag on the seat, quickly closed the back door, turned around and opened the door on the side of the passenger seat.

Consuela nodded at him and got in the car, followed by Terence.

In the car, Terence asked Consuela some questions about if she could adapt to the weather and life in France.

But after asking a few questions in a row, Consuela just uttered a few words. Noticing that she was not in the mood to chat, Terence didn't ask her any more questions and focused on driving.

Terence thought about it for a while, but Consuela didn't feel it at all. She just thought that Terence might have stayed up late last night. Now he was too sleepy to talk anymore and just drove.

Without waiting for Terence to talk to her, Consuela leaned her head against the back of the chair and turned her head to look out of the window at the scenery that was retreating rapidly.

It felt as if she had been used to watching a movie in front of her eyes. Consuela felt it strange.

After watching too much, Consuela sighed in her heart, 'There is no regret medicine in the world, and there is no film shown backwards. These are all my illusions.'

A colorful object flew past Consuela. She paused for a moment and then asked Terence to stop the car.

"What's wrong? Did you forget to bring anything with you?"

Being stopped by Consuela all of a sudden, Terence became nervous.

"No."

With a gleam shining in her eyes, Consuela turne

It was all my fault that Angie took away Richelle. I couldn't stand her words and drank the suspicious tea.

At that time, you said you would save Richelle, so I didn't think too much about how you would save her. In fact, now I think, it's me who leave everything to you to solve, and I don't want to think about it.

If only I can think about it carefully. Angie came to France for you. She agreed to send Richelle back, and you must have agreed to her conditions, which satisfied the thought of a happy ending between you and her.

But at that time, I closed my mind and didn't want to think about it carefully until something happened to you.

So I should apologize to you.

Without me, you won't give up everything at home and come to France. Without me, you won't have a plane crash because Richelle agreed to Angie's condition...

Tristan, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry...'

Touching Tristan's name, Consuela put her hand back on his photo. She didn't move her hand for a long time, as if she could feel the real person in the photo.

She didn't know how long she had squatted. It was not until she heard steady and regular footsteps behind her that she slowly straightened up, but her eyes were still fixed on the tombstone.

When Terence was a few steps away from Consuela, he stopped and said to Consuela, "I have brought the tool."

Seeing that Consuela didn't move at all, Terence walked up to her with a spade in his hand.