If You Want Me

She must have thought too much and had a vivid imagination. How could Lethe be her mother's biological son? They two were not similar at all.

Both in appearance and personality.

Lethe didn't want to see the girl with the same blood as him laugh like a fool. He couldn't help but ask, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing. I just thought of a funny joke." Richelle shook her head in a serious manner. The smile in her eyes was still vivid, which made Lethe feel a little happy.

But he knew that there was something wrong with this emotion.

How could he giggle with this silly girl?

Lethe asked in a pretentious way, "Really? What is it?"

The little girl didn't hide anything. She just smiled and said, "I just felt that you were like my mother's biological son, but you didn't look like her at all. Do you think it's funny?"

It was not a funny joke!

It was the truth!

Lethe looked at the little girl who was smiling so happily that she felt like a fool.

He shouldn't have made trouble for himself. He shouldn't want to get along well with her and talk more with her.

The two of them were talking like a duck to a chicken.

After laughing for a long time, Richelle finally realized that the boy beside her was a little unhappy, and his face was covered with dark clouds.

She raised her short hand and shook it in front of him, but there was no response. She could only say, "Hey, are you okay?"

He was fine just now. Why did he suddenly become silly?

With his black and white eyes wide open, Lethe grabbed the hand that was swaying in front of him and looked at the little girl. "Don't tell me it's a joke."

It was like a joke, but at this time, Richelle didn't dare to say anything more. She was really afraid that the person in front of her would beat her.

His eyes were so fierce, as if a hungry wolf had seen its prey, which made her a little flustered.

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delicious for her. But when he was unhappy, he couldn't be coaxed by her. The huge gap between them really made him tired.

One of them must not be their biological child!

Otherwise, how could their personalities be so different!

Not knowing what was on the boy's mind, Richelle ran to the sofa where the two adults were chatting.

Before Consuela could react, she jumped on Consuela's back and pressed her mother down. In fact, she didn't have much strength.

However, Consuela was often treated like this by the little girl, so she cooperated very well.

"Mom..."

"What's wrong with you?"

Consuela bent over and carried the girl down from her back. Then she put the girl on the sofa and touched the girl's nose.

The two of them talked to each other and didn't pay much attention to Richie who was looking at them.

The little girl frowned and raised her fat hand. She pointed at the little figure on the swing outside the door and said, "Lethe seems to be very unhappy, but I don't know how to coax him. Mom... Do we have ice cream at home?"

Ice cream?

Consuela didn't know whether she should laugh or cry. "I think you little greedy cat want to eat ice cream."

The little girl curled her lips and rolled her eyes without saying anything.