Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 147 Fear Of Losing (1)

There were so many unknowns in this marriage that each of them could drag her directly to hell and never got up again.

However, she was unable to change the reality. She could only wait as time went by. Then she became more and more afraid of meeting something.

Consuela raised her head to look at the dark sky. All of a sudden, she looked away, her eyes empty. There was nothing she could do but feel helpless.

She took out her cell phone from her bag, but she still received no reply from that man. She pursed her lips slightly and her face was no longer very good-looking. She stiffly typed a few words.

Then she walked to the parking lot. When the driver, who had been waiting for a long time, saw her, he hurriedly opened the door and waited.

Seeing the woman's gray face from the rearview mirror, the driver could not help but ask, "Mrs. Richie, are we going back to the villa directly?"

He wondered who she had met inside and why she became like this. Should she inform Mr. Richie about this?

While wondering whether he should betray Mrs. Richie or not, the woman in the back seat suddenly raised her eyebrows.

With a smile, Consuela said, "I hope you can shut your mouth. After all, I'm the mistress of the Ye Clan. I have the right to fire a driver."

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he nodded awkwardly. "Don't worry, Mrs. Richie. I always keep my mouth shut. Absolutely..."

The driver shut up his mouth when he was suddenly glanced at by Consuela. Embarrassed, he kept silent all the way and dared not say one more word.

Now he became more suspicious of what she had gone through in the box.

No matter how she threatened him, he would never forget that who his boss was.

If he found something wrong and didn't report to him, he must lose not only his job to support his family, but also his life.

He caught a glimpse of the woman through the rearview mirror. With a gloomy and pale face, she leaned her head against the window. Her eyes did not blink for a long time, like an emotionless statue.

It was weird.

Looking at the familiar road, Consuela suddenly resisted and sat straight. She said to the man, "I don't want to go back to the villa. You just need to drive me to the nearest bus station."

"But Mrs. Richie, if you don't go back safely, I can't explain to Mr. Richie."

"No matter what happens, I will take the consequences." After a pause, in order to comfort him, she added, "I'll ask you to pick me up later. Sorry for the trouble."

The driver had no choice but to drive her to the nearest bus station under the determined attitude of the person. Even the idea of waiting by the side was dispelled by her.

"Don't inform Richie about me, or I'll know what you've said. You'll be fired." As she was fidgeting with her nails, she got out of the car.

She only told him the address although she had texted him to be on guard against that woman. She didn't tell him what would happen or who would met.

Maybe that was why the man was so indifferent. He hadn't texted her back yet.

After letting out a deep sigh, Consuela turned around and walked out of the station. She walked on the sidewalk, but she didn't know where she was going and what she could do.

She wore a pair of wide dark brown sunglasses and the clothes she wore were all of famous brands in the fashion field. Although it was Emily who followed the man's wishes to bring them into the closet.

She walked and stopped like a stray dog, attracting people's attention on the road. And many people who knew the brands.

"What's the point of getting dressed? I guess that there's at most two hundred cash in her LV handbag."

"Maybe she was kicked by her sugar daddy, but got nothing but a dress?"

Malicious speculation flooded in the other's mind. Pursing her lips, Consuela quickened her pace to avoid those people's remarks.

Although she only had 89 dollars in her bag, and she had forgotten the small change after she used it up.

When it was about five o'clock in the afternoon, she was in an unknown downtown area. She made a call to the number that the driver specially left. Her voice was calm and hoarse. "Sorry for the trouble."

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The driver was nervously waiting for the call. His mood was unusually good. He quickly drove to the somewhat abstract place she described.

Not until he got stuck in a narrow lane did he drove to downtown with a loud laugh. In a greasy eating noodles shop, he saw a woman who ordered a lot of food.

"We can't waste food. Sit down and eat. It's my treat," Said Consuela, waving at the driver.

Although the man was a driver, he was paid well. He was comparable to some white-collar workers who just went to work. When he saw the woman who was the daughter of the Xia Clan sitting in this humble place, he was very astonished.

When he looked into her black and white eyes, he couldn't say anything to refuse her. At the cost of being likely to be hit by his young master, he sat opposite and began to eat.

"Wow, don't mention how cute you are now. Come and eat more. Don't save me money."

With the noodles in his mouth, the driver said with unclear emotions, "Mrs. Richie, you don't have to fire me and threaten me with these words, I will be lovelier."

Consuela scooped a spoonful of spicy sauce into her bowl and said, "cut the crap!"

The medical representative and the documents submitted by different departments were casually sorted out by Richie. At last, he completed the last task.

His cellphone had been power off. After a brief twitch on his eyelids, he turned it on and received a message from Consuela.

When he saw the first message, his brows were knitted. He picked up his coat and got up. This message had been sent for a long time. When he was about to walk out of his office, the second message showed that she was okay.

Reading this short message, he felt that his heart was raised high in the chest. He was cured in an instant and returned to his position.

He quickened his pace and drove to the villa, eager and worried.

Consuela wasn't a troublemaker. Sending a message to him meant that she wasn't safe enough.

She had sent him last time like this because she wanted to see Harry. But she didn't tell him who she had met this time.

When he arrived at the villa, he directly parked the car in front of the door and threw the key to the driver who was washing the car. When the driver was in a hurry, he walked into the villa.

He walked into the bedroom and glanced around. Then he saw Consuela lying on the chair that she loved very much. She was so sleepy and looked natural.

There was no wind outside, and her long hair fell to the ground with her inelegant posture.