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.

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

bath in the bathroom and put on a new bathrobe. Her hair was wet as she walked out of

of the sleeping lamp sprinkled on her body. On her

and more times to be in a trance, and

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

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

and down

she knew she had a child, she did not want to raise it

should she tell her parents about her pregnancy? And how should she face the disdainful ridicule of

about it the whole night, restless and helpless.

had to wait to see what would happen in the future.

she looked at herself in the mirror, whose eyes were full of cyan. She

the more excited Richie

face. She tried to warn herself that she

Chinese style breakfast on the table. The neatly made man was reading a newspaper in

as he raised his head and saw the dark circles around her eyes, his good mood

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

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

Richie. Her face looked even paler, making it seem like the dark circles

picked up the newspaper again on the table to read. They were speechless.

lowering her head, she said in a light voice as low as she could.

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

a soft voice, "Consuela, now that you're not around, I'm afraid I'll