The dark silver light made him look gentle, but it couldn't soften the gloom around him. Thus, Consuela
swallowed saliva, at a loss.
Was it too late for her to escape now?
Richie raised his hand and showed her the club he broke into two pieces. He threatened the woman
with his deep voice. His face darkened as if a storm had come.
"If you have the ability to escape, you'd better go to a safe place, and I will definitely not find the place,
otherwise your legs won't have much good luck to accompany you to walk anymore."
'For some people, they just can't be connived, or they will be able to climb up your head one day to be
domineering.' It was obvious that Consuela was regarded by him as such a person.
"It's not fair to me." Said Consuela, giving no impression of weakness.
The hands on her sides were quietly pinched. The round and smooth nails that were trimmed slowly
penetrated into the soft palm of her hands, but she did not feel any pain.
The only thing she knew was that she wouldn't be soft to the man in front of her. She just looked up at
him, not giving the impression of weakness.
"So, it's unfair to let you dry my hair? What a mean woman." Richie purposely contorted her
expression, shook his head and walked towards the woman, as if he could do nothing about it.
It was a pity that Consuela, having seen his means, no longer believed that this man was pure in
appearance but dark in nature.
When he was about to approach her, she raised up her hands to open the door. But the next second,
the door was pushed back and shut tightly again.
The man put one of his hands above her head, bent down and looked right into her eyes.
When he was smiling, his dignity and charm were intertwined, which made her look at him in confusion.
Until he spoke, she realized that he was a demon in the coat of an angel.
"Tell me what kind of punishment you want. As a democratic person, I will give you the right to choose."
The man's fingers were moving on her lips, up and down lightly, making her feel like thousands of ants
were biting on the softest skin.
It just itched her to her deep heart.
"Richie, you are just a bastard. You are arrogant, and you always want to control everything of others."
Looking at Richie's handsome face, Consuela said through gritted teeth.
Then she saw the man who was still gentle and laughed deliberately to make her blood expand a
second ago. His face changed abruptly, which was exactly the same as the character in the Peking
Opera.
So she almost forgot her situation and wanted to clap her hands.
"You heartless woman. Tell me, what have I wronged you?" It was just a wedding. No matter when it
was held, it didn't matter much.
Besides, it was impossible for a fragile woman to like wearing a wedding dress and taking pictures with
a big belly.
However, the views between men and women were not the same. What men think was a small matter
might be a particularly important thing for women.
"I thought you would understand." A bitter smile formed on Consuela's face. Her eyes dimmed as she
looked at the man in front of her.
She had been hoping to be alone until desperation. She would deny herself even if no one said
anything, which had made her lack of the sense of security.
"It's not easy to find a bosom friend in this world. Love is made from between lovers. You may not fall in
love with each other if you do, but you may not fall in love with each other if you don't do."
Consuela pursed her lips, pondering over the man's high sounding excuse. As he lowered his head
and prepared to kiss her, she decided to keep silent. She didn't resist.
Richie took a deep breath in the bottom of his heart, and bore not to give this unromantic woman a
good beating. Without saying anything, he wiped the corners of his mouth and took a step back
spontaneously.
"You'd better keep that attitude. Don't come to beg me." He smiled evilly. His short black hair, which
was not too soft, was now wet and obedient, without any other tricks.
The dark eyes of the man seemed to be darker, as if a strong attractive whirlpool. Although there was
an abyss in it, they would be smashed to pieces as soon as they entered, but there were still people
coming one after another.
Biting her lower lip, Consuela silently watched the man go back to his bedroom. Her rapid heartbeat
was like a big knife cutting through her heart. She was baffled.
After he left, she couldn't help but fall on the bed of her room. She was so scared that her legs went
limp.
Her mind was always like a mess, which could make her mind messy enough to play a complicated
piece of music.
Every room in the villa was specially cleaned, and the sheets and covers were changed every day in
case of need. At this moment, lying on the bed, Consuela could still smell the sunlight.
She looked at the ceiling with her eyes wide open. The first thing she saw was the luxurious and high-
profile crystal chandelier, which was so bright that it stung her eyes.
At this time, her phone suddenly rang. She frowned and groped for the phone. She answered the
phone directly without checking the caller.
She didn't make a sound. As she waited for the person on the other end to tell her why to call her, the
only sound she could hear in the mobile phone was the clear breath. Gradually, it increased the volume
of the breathing and a piercing scream came. "You will have a bad death."
Consuela tossed her phone on the bed instinctively. The room was bright with the glaring light on. A
huge ghost face was flashing across the screen of the mobile phone.
To put it simply, that was too miserable to be true.
The scarlet eye pits were split, and the turbid liquid was mixed with blood color. There was no intact
skin on the face, and the flesh and skin turned outward.
Consuela cast a glance at the horrible face. She was so scared that she almost threw up.
She picked up the pillow and threw it to the phone. She shrunk, but did not dare to stand up and turn
off her cell phone.
Faint cries came out of it. Some of them were even unclear but were cursed words.
Holding the quilt in her arms, Consuela lay on the bed and didn't dare move her body. She was afraid
that there might be any leaks in the quilt, so she didn't get out of the bed to turn her body.
She was afraid of such strange things, even though she knew it was man-made.
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