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.

was also decorated in a cold color. The furniture was simple and clean, and there

on a new bathrobe. Her hair was wet as she walked out of

lamp sprinkled on her body. On her face there was a rare uncertainty and

and every time she

fright,

layer of cloth. And the baby she

went up and down

child, she did not want to raise it

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

had been thinking about it the

bridge. She had to

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

was unhappy, the more excited Richie

raised her hand and patted her numb face. She tried to

table. The neatly made man was reading a newspaper in a lethargic and noble posture in the first morning light, which was like a person in a painting.

and saw the dark

sleep the whole night, but got dark circles around her eyes. She still did so recklessly now that she was pregnant.

starve my baby." He stressed on the word "my" on purpose, as if he was afraid that she would not know it.

was not in a good mood today, she slowly walked up to Richie. Her face

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

her head, she said in a light voice as

didn't want to be imprisoned in this tiny space. No matter how good

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 to go home