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.

room was also decorated in a cold color. The furniture was simple and clean, and there was a pot of green plant on the

bathroom and put on a new bathrobe. Her hair was wet as she walked out of the bathroom, and the housekeeper helped her

soft light of the sleeping lamp sprinkled on her body. On

and every

with fright, and her sister's expression of surprise but not knowing it.

cloth. And the baby

up and down like

a child, she did not want to raise it either, but

about her pregnancy? And how

it the whole night, restless

the bridge. She had

the mirror, whose eyes were full of cyan. She wanted to smile, but she

the more excited Richie would be.

face. She tried to

reading a newspaper in a lethargic and noble posture in the first morning light, which was like a person in a painting.

saw the dark

dark circles around her eyes.

down for breakfast. Don't starve my baby." He stressed on the word "my" on purpose, as if he was afraid that she would not know it.

up to Richie. Her face looked even

snorted, watching the woman opposite him eat skillfully, and picked up the newspaper again on the

I take your car to the company later?" lowering her head, she said in a

imprisoned in this tiny space. No matter how good it was,

sip of the black coffee, he put down the newspaper and asked in a soft voice, "Consuela, now that