Chapter 76 If You Like Me (I)

There was no reply for a long time after he finished speaking.

The two of them kept silent, knowing that each other was sober, but no one was willing to break this sudden tacit understanding.

'Do you like him?'

She didn't know, but it was just not as hateful as before.

With a bitter smile, he buried his head in the woman's shoulder. And the sheets were not soft touched by his straight nose.

He had been proud all his life, but now he was defeated by a woman. He was expecting the result.

Although he felt that Consuela was afraid of him all the time, he could notice that there was a difference when he treated her better.

But, she was not sure if this kind of feeling could be called love.

Squinting her eyes, she tapped the man on the back lightly.

The words she wanted to say were all gone in the sparkling eyes of the man, which were filled with hope.

He was waiting for her answer.

'He is good at playing. Yes, shaking head; no, nodding.'

Consuela stared at him and nodded. When she saw the man's eyes become dim, she shook her head again and chuckled.

"Are you kidding me?" Richie asked, raising his eyebrows. His eyes darkened as he hugged her tighter.

She shook her head and explained, "of course not. It's just that I can't believe it."

She didn't realize that this man had a bad impression on her before. She always thought that now he was just having an infusion and his brain was not clear.

As for her doubt, well, if this man wanted to tease her, it was not necessary to lie with such words.

But she thought he did all of these for the baby.

Putting one hand on the bed, Richie caressed her brows and eyes with the other hand. "I allow you to do whatever you want to say and do whatever you want to do. Don't be shy," he said in a husky voice.

As soon as the voice fell, he saw the woman's incredible eyes. She bit her lower lip and looked troubled.

The two of them were never on the same level.

How dare she be herself.

With a g

x Consuela.

Although she was curious, she knew that they shouldn't be disturbed.

She took a step back under the man's stare, but crashed into Tim who was in a hurry.

Cassie muttered impatiently, "What's wrong with you? Is there a ghost chasing you in such a hurry?"

However, the man just ignored her and walked to the ward. He opened the door of the ward and began to report work, which was abnormally boring.

Her face was as red as an apple. She covered herself with the quilt quickly, ignoring the curious stares.

The well-equipped man opened the black folder. His voice was neither too loud nor too low, which made him completely darken his face.

Cassie, who felt it was inconceivable, rushed forward and dragged him out. She slammed the door to block the dim and dangerous sight of the man.

The woman pointed at Tim's nose and said: "Are you too busy with your work recently? You are so stupid that your eyes are not working well. Why are you talking about work seriously in such an ambiguous atmosphere?"

Was it really interesting to do so?

Tim took a step back, looked down at her, and was a little impatient. He said in a slightly cold voice, "Are you finished?"

His question was too righteous for Cassie, whose lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

Was there something wrong with Tim's brain?