Chapter 171 An Uncertain Man (1)
"Who sent you here?" After a pause, an idea struck Consu.
"It''s Mr. Richie. He asked me toe here and apologize to you. He said that if I didn''t get your
forgiveness, I couldn''t stay here," Miranda said, lowering her head.
She should be scared to death by him.
"It doesn''t matter. You can leave now. You don''t need to do such a trivial thing."
"Yes..." Miranda wanted to say something, but she finally chose to be silent.
She left, trembling. Only Consu stood in the corridor with one hand on the doorknob. She didn''t
know whether she should go to the study to face the storm of his anger or just keep silent.
At the end of the corridor, there was a storm brewing in the study of Richie.
How much did he care about the past that he rebuked Miranda like this? All she could think about now
was that pointing at one but abuse another.
As a warning to her.
She grabbed the doorknob for a moment, but didn''t open it. With a giggle, she walked towards the
study.
No matter what bad face he had made, she wanted to have a look at it. Then she would give in once
she had a desire.
She walked to the door of the study which left a crack not closedpletely. It seemed to be waiting
for someone to push it open and enter directly.
For the photos, Consu didn''t want to tell him the truth, though she had noticed how nice Richie had
been to hertely.
However, there was something that could not bepletely concealed. It was better to be exposed as
soon as possible.
"Knock, knock, knock." There was a regr knock on the door. However, before she saw the man''s
face, she was frightened by a gloomy voice. "Get out."
Then, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead. Still, she didn''t want to leave.
If she ran away now, she might not have the courage to say that in the face of the man in the future,
and the gap was deeply buried in her heart.
Many things were umted slowly and eventually burst out, and the consequences could not be
redeemed.
Consu cleared her throat and answered, "yes, it''s me."
Her bright eyes swept around until she spotted a handbag on the sofa nearby. Maybe he hadn''t seen
what was in it?
She didn''t know what to say.
Looking up at the man''s dim white face, not a fool could understand his gloomy mood at the moment.
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Her wishful thinking which just flew up waspletely shattered by his lost expression.
"What''s the matter?" It was rare that he spoke in a normal rxed tone.
She saw no surprise in his eyes when she pushed the door open, as if he was sure that she was the
one who hade in.
She couldn''t help but think more about the words "get out" before.
"I have prepared something to eat for you. Do you need it now?"
She was a good talker without anything holding in her hands. The innocent look on her face was
obvious. How annoying she was.
He lowered his head and turned on theputer. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped by a
few degrees "No, you can save it for yourself.
If you have nothing to do, remember to close the door for me when you leave." He seemed to drive her
away without any scruples at all.
Biting her lower lip, she nodded in agreement, but her legs were stiff and she couldn''t move a single
step.
Silence, as if after a quarrel, awkward silence.
"Then I won''t disturb your work." Consu realized that the man didn''t want to talk to her. She took a
deep breath and walked towards the sofa.
Putting aside other things, she felt relieved with the handbag in her hand.
However, the man paid no attention to her. Out of the corner of her eye, she cast a nce at him and
turned her back to him. She fumbled in her bag.
Very slight movement, she didn''t feel anything, and the photos were gone.
She was shocked, but she couldn''t show any other expression on her face. She took back her hand
naturally, and then with the handbag in her hand she walked to the door.
This movementsted for a very short time, but somehow because of a guilty conscience, she felt like a
century had passed.
She could reach the door after she took a step forward, and then she left regardless of anything. This
seemed not to be a very safe ce.
As long as Richie did not ask, she could not mention it with unusual cooperation.
The man behind him couldn''t hold his breath anymore. He opened the drawer and took out some fake
photos. "Are you looking for these photos?"
She grasped the doorknob with one hand and held her bag with the other. She was too stiff to look
back at the man. She didn''t know how to face him.
Richie said in a calm voice, like a pool of cold water on a cold night, which made her shiver.
"You..." The eerie silence befell Consu. She turned around and saw the stern looking man with
crossed legs.
She did not say a word in the end.
The photos were held and yed by Richie at the moment. It was reflected into his eyes through the
reflected sunshine. His dark eyes were full of external light.
The room was so quiet that they felt weird.
Richie looked up at the woman whose hands were clenched into fists. He looked up at her fair face and
asked, "is there anything you want to say?"
His thin lips curled into a sneer.
Consu took a deep breath. She leaned back against the European style carved gate, staring at the
photo in Richie''s hand silently.
She didn''t know what else to say. Could she tell him that she took the photo to do identification, or she
had a lot of thoughts because of the photos?
No, she couldn''t say anything more. But what could she answer now?
She had been lost in thought. It was the best way to solve the problem that she pretended to be silly.
But now, in front of Richie''s observant eyes, she found it difficult to y dumb.
"I have nothing to say. What do you want to do?" Frowning, she looked at her husband fearlessly.
Only she knew how much she was scared and confused.
And it was all because she found out the secret of her husband''s ex-girlfriend. It was ironic, just like he
laughed.
Annoyed, he took out all the photos from the drawer, put them one by one on the table, stood up and
walked towards Consu.
Seeing the man concerned and perplexed, Consu couldn''t say a harsh word. And she was indeed a
little soft hearted.
"What are you worried about? Here you are. The photos are back to you. You''re in a cold sweat. Go
take a shower." He put the photos into her handbag and touched her forehead with a smile.