Chapter 152 Fear Of Losing (6)


    The other day, he didn''t go to bed until about four o''clock in the morning. He woke up at six twenty in


    the morning. When she opened her sleepy eyes, she saw the man wearing a tie.


    When she closed her eyes, she could hear light footsteps approaching her.


    When he walked to the bedside, he bowed his head and kissed her on the lips. The hoarse and


    ambiguous voice of greeting made her earlobes burn, "good morning."


    He strode out of the bedroom as Consu still pretended to be asleep.


    As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Consu immediately opened her eyes. Her eyes were


    filled with confusion and bewilderment. ''that man is really affectionate!'' she thought.


    Sometimes, being meticulous and petty would make her feel that she may be loved and protected in


    the palm of his hand. If there was no outsider stretching out her hand to break that false illusion, she


    would really be able to sink in.


    She should express her gratitude to Laura.


    After she got up, she found a white, gray dress, with its low-key logo hidden in the hem from the


    wardrobe.


    After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she stooped down and fumbled for the bottom of the


    dresser. She then took out the kraft paper bag. When she opened the corners of the letter, she could


    see a few photos in it.


    She was in a bad mood all of a sudden. After tidying up her things, she went downstairs as usual to


    have the breakfast specially prepared by Nancy.


    The man who had cleaned up in the morning was not here. So she didn''t have to pretend anymore.


    When she was chewing the tasteless seafood porridge, the familiar maid Miranda suddenly came over


    and said, "Mrs. Richie, Mr. Richie ordered you not to have yoga ss next month."


    After swallowing the porridge, she asked in confusion, "Why not?"


    What did the yoga teacher do to him?


    Miranda shook her head. Evidently, she wasn''t sure what the problem was. As a result, she didn''t know


    how to answer it. Waving her hand, Consu said, "Okay, I see."


    When she was about to turn around and leave, Consu suddenly remembered and asked, "When did


    you nt these flowers in the garden?"


    Despite her young age, Miranda had a high position in the Ye''s house. She had worked there for a long


    time and was sent here by Richie''s mother not long ago.


    She said she would take care of her and Richie, but she felt more that many servants in the vi were


    actually sent by the Ye''s house to monitor their lives.


    Otherwise, if something happened, his mother would know it ande here at once. It was difficult to


    make her not suspect it.


    "Mrs. Richie, those flower seeds were brought back by Mr. Richie himself from abroad. They have been


    nted since he moved out and started his own house. Mr. Richie seldom came back here before, so


    he asked me and the other servants to take care of them.


    Abroad? Then it should be rted to Angie.


    Nodding with a smile, Consu replied, "you may leave now."


    Without any doubt, Miranda nodded and left. There was only Consu in the room, not knowing what


    to do.


    Oh, she felt so hurt when she thought of what he saidst night. The garden was for the future


    mistress, but the real mistress was not the one he expected.


    She didn''t know when it would be what he expected.


    Frowning, Consu gulped down a ss of milk and turned around to go upstairs.


    She wore a pair of sunsses and dressed in a very low-key way. With her hands grasping the bag


    with photos, she headed to the photo studio that Debbie had pointed out to her.


    She wanted to see whether Laura tried to synthesize the photos or not. Although she had known the


    answer, she expected it.


    She looked forward to seeing the false photos. She hoped that Richie would treat her well. She


    believed that all the good things he had done for her were real. But, how could she ept such a


    beautiful reality.


    There were not many ces she knew about in L City. She followed her sister and Harry before. Her


    parents even hired teachers at home to teach her something.


    So as a local, she had to ask Debbie, a person from other province. Where was not very famous, but a


    good photo studio?


    Without thinking too much about what Consu wanted to do, Debbie said, "After the baby is born,


    let''s go there to take photos together."


    Before waiting for her to ept it, Debbie added, "If the boss knows that I take you to that kind of


    ce, he will kill me."


    Consu intentionally didn''t take the car assigned by the vi to get to the destination directly. Instead,


    she stopped at a cafe. She told the driver that she wanted to meet a few friends whom she hadn''t seen


    for a long time and asked him to pick her upter.


    Richie made this rulest time. He wouldn''t let Consu take another car to his vi by herself.


    Since she met Harry the other day, Richie seemed to worry about her safety so much. After entering


    the coffee shop, she asked a waiter to go out from the back door.


    It was not a whim to stop here, but instead, they walked back from the cafe, crossed another street,


    and turned left. Then they could see the photo studio.


    Half an hourter, Consu finally saw the photo studio with a retro European and American style.


    The storekeeper was a young man with fair skin, which was as white as if he hadn''t been in the sun for


    years. A tinge of surprise shed across his eyes under a pair of sses after he saw someone


    pushing the door open.


    He was surprised that there would be a guest here.


    "Can you help me identify the authenticity of the photos here?" Consu coughed, her eyes hiding


    under therge sunsses. Only her pink lips and small chin could be seen.


    The storekeeper was stunned for a few seconds before regaining hisposure. With a broad smile


    on his face, he said, "wee. I can tell anything like those photos from here."


    When she first saw the strange look in the man''s eyes, she still doubted if she hade to the wrong


    ce. But after hearing the bragging words, she inexplicably felt relieved. She pursed her lips and


    passed the photos in her kraft bag to them.


    "Thank you."


    "You''re wee. It''s my pleasure. You pay for my hard work." The storekeeper took the photos and


    waved at Consu.


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    Lowering her head, Consu curled her lips.


    The man copied the photos and threw them on theputer. After a while, he said decisively,


    "Although they looked old, they didn''t make Photoshop or other processes."


    The person was not the one on the photo. She was able to check whether the photo was forged, or it


    was about a man and a woman''s intimate photos. Anyone with a discerning eye would think that she


    was threatened by a mistress.


    Consu didn''t give up. She took out the other photos and showed them to the man. It turned out to be


    the same, as she had noticed in her heart.