Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 48 The Baseline Of Three Years Ago (5)

She couldn't afford to offend this man, and even in such a humiliating situation, she didn't dare to act on impulse.

She had cried too often that she had lost the strength to hold back her tears.

The oxygen became more thin. When she was about to die of oxygen deficiency, the man raised his head from her body slightly gasping and his eyes were replaced by strong lust.

He lifted the corners of his mouth and said, "If you want to know more about my past, I don't mind doing something right here."

He looked at her with evil and disgusting eyes. The madness in his eyes was shocking.

"Don't you know the baby in my belly?" she whispered, hoping to wake him up.

"The baby? Consuela, how precious do you think your baby is?" Richie sneered.

"You bastard."

At this moment, Consuela realized that if she wanted to be a thoughtful bosom sister, her baby might be the price.

She had never fully understood how terrible this man was, and he actually didn't care about the baby at all.

He generously answered, "You still can't escape the bastard's control."

But in the next second he fell into deep thought. He frowned deeply.

While he was pondering on something, Consuela pushed him away and ran away with a glass of water.

She couldn't afford to provoke him, but she could always avoid him.

However, she did not see the man behind her suddenly sighed long breath. His eyes were blank and helpless, as if he had removed all the lead to reflect himself.

The woman ran to the guest room and locked the door. She didn't hold the tea cup tightly and the light cyan tea cup fell into pieces.

her belly, and she weakly slid down the floor

she was jogging around and the baby finally began

came down again when she touched her belly. She was caught

in her womb. But if she didn't get

deep in her heart, was now nourished by him, taking root and sprouting,

wouldn't let herself meet him even if she was beaten to death if she had a

about finding a decent husband who would respect

to select the person called

more

in the world that supported her to go on, it would probably be her

didn't have the ability to protect them

shed tears of grief as a weak person,

was so

returned to darkness alone and sat on the

woman, he would have died

sofa and went to the wine cabinet to pick out the red wine, one after another. Without his

alcohol. The goblet with scarlet wine liquid was peeled from the man's

was noiseless broken, stained

to have exhausted his strength. There was an obvious mixture of

face was as pale as the white moonlight, amazingly indifferent. At this moment, Richie didn't

went

he was outlining his memory. He lost all the abilities he could have and lived in a state of depression, like a homeless man with no

years, he had tried

He turned on the

key in the book, swayed to the desk, opened the drawer

not match age,

his head and kissed the woman in the photo. He

take a secret photo of her. As soon as he raised the camera, the girl turned her head

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