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.

furniture was simple and clean, and there was

Her hair was wet as she walked out of the bathroom, and

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

to be in a trance, and every time

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

soft layer of cloth. And the baby she had never met made her hate and love.

up and down like

not want to raise it either, but was forced

her parents about her pregnancy? And how should she face

had been thinking about it the whole night,

know whether she would cross the bridge. She had to wait to see what would happen

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

she was unhappy, the more

her hand and patted her numb face. She tried to warn herself that she could not let

was simple Chinese style breakfast on the table. The neatly made man was reading a newspaper in a lethargic and noble posture in the first morning light, which was

saw the

sleep the whole night, but got dark circles around her eyes.

stressed on the word "my" on purpose, as

to Richie. Her face looked

up the newspaper again on the table to read.

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

be imprisoned in this tiny space. No matter how good it was, she was reluctant to do so.

black coffee, he put down the newspaper and asked in a soft voice,