Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 179 A Strange Atmosphere (3)

Hearing Cassie's words, Consuela was sure of the authenticity of those photos, although the photos had been cleaned up by the man.

But those sweet and jealous pictures were deeply engraved in her mind and would never disappear for a while.

Different from the friendly conversation between the two girls, Consuela sometimes comforted her.

On the contrary, Richie, who returned to the company, always felt very uncomfortable. Seeing his constipated expression, Tim who went to his office to report work almost ran back.

What if he said something wrong? This would definitely be another one-sided fierce fight, although he would call it a spar righteously.

Richie looked at the man standing by the door half step away from him, with a signature pen in his hand, and knocked lightly on the table. His tone was not friendly. "If you don't have anything else to say, then get out."

His words sound like a gold medal for an amnesty to Tim. Then he forced a smile and said, "Okay, I'm leaving now."

He could come to report when he was not feeling bad, or he could play a trick to let others do it.

However, when he was about to leave the office, the man suddenly looked up at him with an unreadable look in his eyes.

"You come back first. I have something to tell you."

Tim didn't have to stay in the company, but he had to go to the hospital to drive Consuela home safely.

Tim felt something abnormal when he drove to the hospital. The two must have conflict over the photos.

His boss was not a talkative person. He must be oblivious how to make her happy. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked him to join them.

It was definitely a tough task.

As soon as Tim arrived at the hospital, he went straight to the floor where Cassie was. He was busy with handing over various orders to her, and then waiting in line to pay the bills and other kinds of chores.

Ever since the examination began, the two of them kept silent and felt embarrassed.

Cassie thought that it was all her fault, and she shouldn't have said that. While Consuela wanted to comfort her, but found that it was her own fault.

If she hadn't found Cassie to vent, then there would be no problem. Now, things had been exposed, and she really didn't have the qualifications to say more.

During the endless cold war, her affection for Richie had slowly dissipated, but not to the point of disappearing.

After the first test, Consuela also got a picture of a color ultrasound. It was a solid picture. Then she turned around and stared at Tim in front of her.

That man was holding things for her, looking official business. But his eyes never rested on Cassie, who was pretending to be fearless.

"Consuela, all the other trivial things have been done. It's not early now. Let me drive you back."

With the picture of the four-dimensional color ultrasound in her hand, Consuela nodded and said, "Okay."

She knew that Tim had come here for Richie's orders. But something would never come back to the same place overnight because of a slight favor.

Watching them leave without hesitation, Cassie was a little anxious. She hadn't seen Tim for a long time. It was so long that she almost forgot what he looked like.

Although it was a little exaggerated, it still looked good.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" she said, as she patted the man's shoulder who was walking behind Consuela.

Tim stopped and turned around to look at the woman who raised her eyebrows giving some hints. Her face was as dark as Richie's.

"I'm so sorry for my misunderstanding of you. I was too conceited to believe my instinct."

As a result, the woman's attention was totally attracted by his words. What did he mean to believe his intuition too much?

His intuition told him that she wasn't a bad woman?

"Damn you! Are you really thinking of my tolerance for you?" Cassie looked up at him with red eyes. The stubbornness in her eyes was obvious like a lonely ship in a vast sea.

Tim did not intend to explain more. He only lowered his head and said: "sorry."

Such an insincere apology made her last patience run out. She sneered and turned around.

Her clear voice echoed in the air, "I hope you won't regret it."

Tim didn't respond. He turned around and approached Consuela, who was waiting not far away. "Consuela, let's go," he said

"What were you talking about just now?" Asked Consuela with a frown as she watched Cassie leaving.

The scene before them was weird. Cassie, who was usually careless and good-natured, was almost infuriated. However, in her eyes, the unemotional Tim was as serious as a stone without any emotions or desires.

"Here comes the elevator." Tim tried to change the topic.

Now that Tim had composed himself, Consuela let out a long sigh. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she decided against it.

She was like a clay figurine that could not save herself. How could she mind the affairs of others?

There were only two people in the elevator, and the atmosphere was strange.

A magnetic field was formed in a magnetic field by Consuela. But Tim enchanted barrier was not online at all, as if he was absent-minded.

Both of them kept silent until they got in the car.

"Consuela don't be sad. Richie is a good man. He doesn't talk much, and he doesn't like talking"

"Do you think I don't know him?"

"……"

Tim returned to normal and decided to make a good impression on his brother: "Consuela, just think about what he has done to you."

Consuela raised her head and gave him a cold glance. Then, Tim quickly raised his surrender white flag and said, "Consuela, I will shut up. Please don't give me the answer."

"Just drive carefully. It's very complicated. The relationship between us can't be improved with a few sweet words.

But thank you all the same."

Tim shut his mouth, and Consuela turned her head to take a nap. Consuela didn't know how to respond to his words, and she felt better. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

She was not as gloomy as she was in the beginning, but she had to feel better.

She was the wife of Richie, not the Angie of the past. As long as she was the young mistress of the Ye Clan, she shouldn't be afraid.

She didn't have to think too much about these things.

What she didn't know was that Tim had put on a Bluetooth headset and had been talking on the phone since he got in the car. The conversation between them had fallen into the ears of the man who was not interested in working.