Stuck In His Heart

Consuela didn't want to be seen like this, so she swallowed her saliva and bowed her head.

To the Ye Clan, she was just a woman who was carrying their child.

In the eyes of Richie, it should be just a burden.

He could blatantly dig out dirty information to reveal the existence of those he didn't like, so that he could destroy their hard-developed painstaking efforts.

Who would trust such a cold-blooded and ruthless man? What's more, the relationship between them was really hard to say.

"I will give birth to this baby for your family. My only wish is that you won't disturb me all the time.

From now on, we will sleep in separate rooms, have separate meals, and avoid meeting each other until I give birth to the baby."

The expression on her face was serious, and her voice was calm. It seemed that she was willing to sacrifice her body for freedom.

The man looked down at her head and extended his eyes. He could clearly see that her face had turned pale.

Sure enough, she was just flaunting her superiority.

Perhaps she had cried badly with her head down. Her shoulders trembled in a low angle, which was noticed by him.

Suddenly, he felt that half of the anger in his heart was gone. He laughed.

He suggested with a smile, seeming to be in a good mood. "I think we should both sit down and have a good talk, and don't damage our relationship because of someone else."

'Talk about relationship? Fuck relationship. He is afraid that his child will be hurt because of my emotion. Well, such a man with a double mind.

Consuela's mind was in a mess. Subconsciously, she believed that everything that he had done was based on their child.

didn't deny the benefits of doing this, but

about between us. You'd better focus on your

would be best if he could

a vicious thought, she stepped back, reached for the doorknob,

his child, screw him, the son of

more and more violent in her heart, so that she completely ignored the footsteps behind.

Richie watched her leave, he was dumbfounded. Her failure in negotiating to become a deserter was exactly her style. What a

rooted in the heart of

Consuela's back bumped against the man's chest. The scent of mint mingled

avail. In the end, she was so tired that she could only pant

he going to do!

without high heels was only reaching his shoulder, which made him feel

earlobe and smiled. "Don't be angry anymore. I know I

breath. She managed to steady her body, but her legs were still a little weak. She

down upon other people. I really know I was wrong." The man buried his head and silently made some marks on

such a shameless person.

the man in a low

promote our physical and mental health." He suddenly

slammed the door and came out, drove to a money squadron in L City.

This

he took out his phone and looked for the

the call. Just like Consuela didn't believe that he was that kind

a waiter took out his phone and dialed the number which frequently

she was about to step into the VIP straight

desperation, she was allowed to enter the building only after she had passed her ID confirmation.

man who was so drunk, an obvious disgust flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and patted