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.

at her angrily. She was smiling a little embarrassed and wondering what

a disposable cup of water to drink, moisten her throat and

the chair, swinging her slim legs. The uneasiness she had when she was

lips, looked at her and asked, "Is this the way you

her mood by herself. Since he was her

didn't understand why he would ask her to pay

really a

and said, "Was your brain invaded by zombies or washed away by flood? You have a big identity, but

feel a little uncomfortable. Couldn't he be a good scolder?

you? Couldn't you pretend to be a

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

the Ye Clan would become a laughing stock in the whole

can't take care of you. And I'm always making trouble for you," apologized Consuela

speaking ill of someone in

an abortion because

praise in her

utterly a loser.

retorted, "You are too upright. In this society, you

in his eyes. He spoke like a man who had

But for

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

sound was rhythmic.

people in the ward were stiff for two seconds. Consuela acted as if nothing had happened. She continued drinking water to

hungry?" he

course, no one would feel like that when he or she was not starving.

her head lowered, Consuela merely acquiesced. The blush on her ears

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