Chapter 585 I Really Need Your Help (2)

Consuela sighed, and the expression on her face was even more desperate than when she had gone crazy and faced the death bravely. Although she wasn't smart, she wasn't stupid enough to write all her thoughts on her face.

"Do I look silly?" She was speechless, and she seemed to have no words to the man in front of her.

With a smile on his face, Tristan patted Consuela's head gently. The doting in his eyes seemed to be able to transform her. "If you weren't stupid, I wouldn't have said those words."

Consuela's mouth twitched. She didn't know how to retort, but shrugged her shoulders.

Seeing her like this, the smile on Tristan's face was bigger, like the warm sunshine in winter, passing through the thick barrier to the open shore, bringing a wave of warmth that people yearned for.

This man seemed to be more charming than Richie.

But why would she think of that cold, merciless man at this time? It was really ridiculous.

How ridiculous it was that she could still think of him? Even in the bottom of her heart, there was still a bit of fluke, and a little bit of sporadic sparks, she did not understand.

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing that the woman in front of him suddenly fell into silence, Tristan could not help lowering his head and asking.

The woman just shook her head. With an innocent smile on her face, she said, "I'm fine. I was just wondering whether it would be appropriate for me to come back now."

"No matter what, it is your home. At least, it is your home before everything is truly presented in front of you. You can go back home reasonably. No one dares to say no, right? Consuela, please don't think too much. It's not the right time yet." His voice was magical, making Consuela feel relieved.

Taking a deep breath, Consuela raised her head and said, "I'll go back now."

"Let me send you back." Tristan nodded. "But you won't see the golden retriever today."

The look in h

side, the man lying in the hospital bed looked like eating something bitter. He was holding a stack of data from the investigation tightly, and his brow was more and more wrinkled.

Standing by the bedside and looking at the wrinkles on the man's forehead that could almost kill a fly, Tim couldn't help but give a quiet cough at the man. He believed that the man would probably stand up from the hospital bed after watching the investigation.

Such a scene, he was very happy to see. If he could make a video, it must be a out of the print. It would be better if he could take it back and show it to Cassie. There must be much more fun between them.

When Tim was immersed in his thoughts, he didn't notice that the man on the bed was covered with anger, and his black eyes were about to spit out flames.

"These things are all found out in these two days?" Richie's voice was as cold as a ghost that had crawled out of the hell.

The faint smile on Tim's face disappeared as he nodded. "Well, these are the files about what happened many years ago. That's how the family of Consuela was like at that time..."

"No wonder." Richie narrowed his eyes and was lost in thought.

No wonder Sheryl was so hostile to Consuela. It turned out that it was the original source of the matter.