Chapter 148 Fear Of Losing (2)
Chapter 148 Fear Of Losing (2)
His deep eyes fell on the face of the woman, which was half covered by her hair. His Adam's apple slid up and down uncontrollably, and he loosened his tie.
He lifted his leg and walked to the woman, but when he saw her covered by a blanket with complicated patterns and slightly bulging belly, his eyes suddenly became gentle.
At this moment, the woman was delivering a new life, which was created by the two of them.
He stepped forward quietly and looked down at the woman's white side face. He lowered his eyebrows and kissed her on the face lightly. His long eyelashes swept over her beautiful nose as soon as he touched her.
He took a step back before he could touch her belly and tilted his head slightly.
He couldn't hear her clearly, yet he was unwilling to leave.
He felt remorseful when he thought of the things he did not care about the kid at all.
"I hope you can grow up healthily. Don't blame me, a disobedient father."
The man who had always been superior to others, had never said something like seeking forgiveness. His voice was unusually low for fear of being heard.
He half knelt on one side and said a lot. Most of the words were said to the child when he touched the abdomen. Normally, he would never say something sweet.
"When you grow up..." At the beginning of the conversation, there was a sudden gust of wind. The book on the wooden table next to him was turned over with the rustling sound.
And the woman, who could not help laughing finally, covered her mouth, opened her eyes, and looked down at the surprised black eyes of the man.
She wanted to touch the man's head, but her reason told her that she shouldn't touch a tiger at the moment. She tried to hide her smile and turned her head, "I didn't expect that Mr. Richie would be so gentle. It's really rare."
When Richie hid the shock in his eyes, his face also showed his dissatisfaction. He looked up and stared at the woman, "do you want to see a different me again?" ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
His voice rose at the end, full of threat. His slightly narrowed eyes were filled with tranquility before the storm.
Consuela knew it was not a good time to laugh at him like this, but she couldn't hold her laughter anymore. "Hahaha...
"Don't be shy. I really think that you were great just now. Hahaha..." Out of the corner of her eye, Consuela saw the gloom on his face. She waved her hand, trying to prove herself.
But the smile from him face really couldn't convince him.
"You can do it. I'm impressed." He stood up and kissed her open mouth. His voice was full of helplessness and hidden spoiling.
With her eyes widened, Consuela felt the soft tongue that the man had stuck into her mouth.
All of a sudden, she was bitten on the tongue. "Ouch..."
The woman raised her black and white eyes to look at the man accusingly. But she only saw that his eyes were closed and his nose was quite straight.
"If you continue to get distracted, I will not only take a bite." Said Richie with his lips pressed to hers. His words were so ambiguous that Consuela's face blushed and her heart beat fast.
Consuela couldn't say any words. She had tried her best to calm herself down. Now she was immersed in calmness, not knowing how to feel.
The wind was blowing just right at the moment, taking away a little more severe heat. Meanwhile, the thick blanket covering Consuela's abdomen fell to the ground as they moved closer to each other.
The passionate kiss finally stopped. While gasping for air, Consuela leaned back in the hanging chair. Her face was as red as the rosy glow, her eyes were as soft as clouds, and her lips were still wet.
The man resisted the restlessness in his heart and covered the blanket that fell on the ground for her again. Then, he lowered his head and kissed her on her side face to comfort her.
"I'll take a shower first." Her voice was hoarse and charming, with red eyes, making her feel joy.
She laughed so loud that Nancy who was downstairs making dinner could hear clearly
"You want to sleep more?" Suddenly, Richie turned around and asked softly. He was in the dark and no one could see his crazy.
However, Consuela could feel two pairs of burning eyes fixed on her face, as if the man would immediately put her into prison if she continued to gloat at him.
She was a little scared and touched her nose uncomfortably. "I've been sleeping for a long time. Now I can't fall asleep."
The man didn't leave for her words. Instead, he continued, "so, you've heard everything I said since I entered the room?"
It was not a good feeling that the enemy was in dark and you were clear. Consuela contained her excitement and managed to keep a straight face.
She blinked her eyes mischievously and asked, "aren't you going to take a shower?"
The look on her face was so obsequious that the fire he had just dropped began to break out again.
He asked tentatively, "In fact, a pregnant woman can also have a bath with her man."
The corners of her mouth twitched. She threw the book towards him and snapped, "Page 217. Read it yourself."
With these words, she pulled the blanket over her face, turned her head and ignored the man. Then she heard footsteps moving away until she couldn't hear them.
Then he turned on the light. But the water was not hot enough. Instead, he turned on the shower head. When Consuela imagined the feeling of cool water washing over the whole body, her face twisted in pain.
At the same time, she was amused by his behavior. He thought that he had been wrong.
Richie once said to her abdomen in a serious manner in order to get her baby involved with his secret affairs. Thinking of that, Consuela could not help but burst into laughter.
After taking a shower, he went out and saw the smile on the corner of her eyes. He wondered what she was thinking.
"According to the research, if a person's laughing point is constantly reduced, the probability of her Alzheimer's disease will be much higher than that of her peers." Said Richie softly after he handed a glass of water to the woman.
Taking the glass of water from Richie, Consuela raised her eyes, which were still fixed on the man, and asked in confusion, "Isn't it going to be an idiot?"
"What's the difference between you and an idiot?" Richie leaned against the desk and stroked her hair. There was a trace of teasing in his dark eyes.
Consuela didn't know how to respond to him. She raised her glass and took a sip of the water, sighing inside. 'He's really getting more and more ordinary.'
When she was distracted, she felt a flick on her forehead. Immediately, she came to herself.