Stuck In His Heart

In the ward, as soon as the door was closed, he shook off her hand fiercely like shaking off a virus. With an inexplicable fury, he sat on the bed.

Not knowing how he was going to handle it, Consuela raised her hand to wipe her face and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

No matter how bad this man had been, he did help her just now. She couldn't bite the hand that fed her, since he had indeed helped her.

Richie sat on the edge of the bed, leisurely taking off his shoes. He didn't talk to her when he heard her words. He moved very slowly, but she knew clearly what he was doing.

He was in a bad mood.

He had been undressing himself for such a long time. It was not a normal performance of a highly efficient man who always calculated money benefits for a few seconds in the market.

Noticing the hesitant look on his face, Consuela got a little worried. "If you're not feeling well, I'll call the doctor for you," she said anxiously.

It was the first time that he felt that when two people's mind was not in the same level, it would give them a sense of weariness.

"It's none of your business." He kicked off his shoes, looked up at her and said in a cold voice.

These words echoed the coldness in his eyes, and made the woman who wanted to ask more questions stand still.

Even if he looked very weak now, he would not lose his memory at all. If she did something wrong, when he recovered, she would suffer a lot.

Suddenly, Richie looked into her misty eyes and said firmly, "You're afraid of me."

Although it was a simple statement, he would not believe it no matter how she explained it.

"You always wanted me to be afraid of you, didn't you?" She turned around to pour a glass of water for him.

Her back was arched slightly, in a completely nervous and defensive posture. Now there were only two people in the ward. It was clear that who she was on guard.

All of a sudden, half of his anger rose up. Richie himself felt confused about this.

She was smiling a little embarrassed and wondering what he was

moisten her throat and said earnestly, "Thank you for helping me

legs. The uneasiness she had when she was sitting

at her and asked, "Is

alone, adjusted her mood by herself. Since he was her benefactor, how could she ignore

he would ask her to pay him back in

was really

invaded by zombies or washed away by

straightforward remarks made her feel a little uncomfortable. Couldn't he be a good scolder? Cursing her in an indirect way.

you talk back when Laura accuses you? Couldn't you pretend to be a little

she was the Ye Clan's lady, a member of the upper

would become a laughing stock in the whole L

really can't take care of you. And I'm

never set up any glorious image in front of other people; she was caught speaking ill of

she almost had an abortion because of her emotional flooding.

to praise in her whole life.

was utterly a

too upright. In this society, you

his eyes. He spoke like a man who had come through the similar experience, which made her have to

indirectly said that what Consuela said was right. But for the Ye Clan's dignity, she

by him, so that she didn't have to get involved in anything like

sound was rhythmic.

for two seconds. Consuela acted as if nothing had happened. She continued drinking water to

hungry?" he

one would feel like that when

lowered, Consuela merely acquiesced. The blush on her ears made her look

cell phone from the bedside table and dialed the number of Tim, who was at a restaurant with his friend. "Buy me some nutritious