Stuck In His Heart

Water began to seep down from his delicate facial features, and his black hair was dripping down. "Don't be silly. It's normal for an accident to happen again. I am the one who have the final say on resignation."

Looking at his arrogant face, Consuela was at a loss for words all of a sudden. She couldn't find a word to describe how shameless he was.

She asked, "Can't I have any freedom?"

When he dried his hair, he stopped and laughed, his face cold. "It seems that you have a bad memory. You need to be reminded of the words I've told you before."

He had said to ruin her freedom.

Upon hearing that, Consuela's hands trembled. She lowered her voice and swore, "Aren't you afraid that I won't help you anymore?"

The Ye Clan seemed to be satisfied with her. What if she made a scene and embarrassed him?

"Consuela, you don't dare!" The man's tone was firm, as if he was sure that she was a coward.

What he said was right, but she dared not. She had too many scruples that she would not accept whatever she lost.

Her words came to a sudden stop. There was a pause in the conversation. Richie seemed to be reminding her of her resignation. After giving her a meaningful look, he went upstairs.

The place she was going to stay today was the guest room next to his room, and there was only a short corridor between them.

The milk in her hand had already gone cold, and the light turned orange again. She raised her head and drank it all in one gulp, staying on the sofa in the living room for a long time.

The room was quiet. All kinds of luxurious items glowed with radiant brilliance. Consuela silently went upstairs and opened the door with the key that the housekeeper gave her.

At the end of the corridor was the man's room. She looked sideways and directly pushed the door in without hesitation, with a long sigh.

She felt helpless.

The furniture was simple and clean, and

hair was wet as she walked out of the bathroom, and the housekeeper helped her clean

sat at the bedside, and the soft light of the sleeping lamp sprinkled on her body. On her face there was a rare uncertainty and hesitation.

more and more times to be in a trance, and every time she was free, she would think of

with anger. Her parents were terrified with fright, and her sister's expression of surprise

her lower abdomen slowly with a soft layer of cloth. And the baby she had

and down like

she knew she had a child, she did not want to raise it either, but was forced to

became bigger, how should she tell her parents about her pregnancy? And how should she face the

it the whole night, restless and helpless.

would cross the bridge. She had to wait

whose eyes were full of cyan. She wanted to smile, but she could not

was unhappy, the more excited Richie would be.

raised her hand and patted her numb face. She tried to warn herself that

table. The neatly made man was reading a newspaper in a lethargic and noble posture in the first morning

soon as he raised his head and saw the dark circles

didn't sleep the whole night, but got dark circles around her eyes. She

sit down for breakfast. Don't starve my baby." He stressed on the word "my" on purpose, as if he

she slowly walked up to Richie. Her face looked even paler, making

woman opposite him eat skillfully, and picked up the newspaper again on the table to

the company later?" lowering her head, she said in a light voice

be imprisoned in this tiny space. No matter how good it

sip of the black coffee, he put down the newspaper and asked in a soft voice, "Consuela, now that you're not around, I'm afraid I'll have