Chapter 727 Are You Afraid Of Me (3)

In the face of Lethe's question, Consuela could only face it in silence. Her hands, which were holding the bowls and chopsticks, began to lose their strength. She had to hold them with both hands, fearing that the bowls and chopsticks would fall to the ground, which would make the atmosphere more awkward.

But Lethe seemed to feel nothing. He even took a few steps forward and smiled, "Auntie, why don't you speak?"

Consuela took half a step back, but the plates in her hands were all smashed to the floor, making a clear and pitiful sound.

She even wanted to squat down to apologize, but she couldn't. She couldn't move at all, as if her body was fixed.

"Auntie, if you have something to hide from me, why don't you tell me now? I'm in a good mood. Maybe you have done something wrong to me, and I can forgive you now."

All of a sudden, Lethe sat on the sofa next to her, acting like an adult. There was an obscure cunning in his eyes. Only those who knew him well knew how nervous the child was now.

"Lethe, what you are talking about? Why can't I understand a word? What do I have..." 'Something to hide from you.'

Pursing her lips, Consuela didn't know what to say. She had hidden too many things from the boy that she couldn't count them out at once.

But how dare she tell this ignorant child at this time?

"Auntie, you..."

Before Lethe could finish his words, the doorbell of the hotel was suddenly pressed. Listening to the deadly bell, Consuela heaved a sigh of relief, as if she had been redeemed successfully.

The woman quickly turned around to open the door, and Lethe tightly watched the woman's back as she left. Then he looked at the glass fragment on the ground, and there was no light in his black eyes.

She was still scared.

Was it because she felt guilty and couldn't bear it, or because of other emotions? He didn't know. He could only see some painful expressions on her face.

Looking at t

k you, Uncle." Richelle smiled so happily that her eyes narrowed. The corners of his mouth curved, as if two crescent moons had quietly fallen on her face.

It was as bright as the sun in July, burning and full of vitality, which made Richie a little unforgettable. He inexplicably thought of the little girl's mother.

Coco looked at the two people who were exchanging glances. She pursed her lips and gently bit her fingers. Her mother had told her to take good care of the little girl, and to make the little girl and Uncle Richie love each other better.

Now it seemed that Uncle Richie was much better than her to put on an aphrodisiac.

Richie raised his hand and touched the little girl's head. The soft touch was hard to let go, but it lasted for too long, making her feel that he was abnormal.

Therefore, Richie had to withdraw his hand in time and said with a smile, "It's my treat. You must remember to bring your mother with you."

The little girl nodded her head willingly. "Of course. I have to take my mom with me to share everything delicious."

What an obedient girl! If they really lived together in the future, maybe she could think of him like this.

But he was still in a hurry. He should not act in haste. He should give her more time to make the transition.