Stuck In His Heart

Richie tilted his head to look at her. The corners of his lips lifted into a smirk. But he didn't say a word. The most important thing in his mind was silence.

The corners of her mouth twitched. Consuela turned her head to look out of the window. She didn't understand why Richie didn't like her elder sister.

Her sister was much better than this guy who always turned his back on her.

After a long while, the car was still not started. Confused, Consuela turned her head to look at the man who was sitting in the driver's seat, thinking about something.

"Aren't you leaving now?" she asked in a soft, gentle voice

Before he could answer, the man suddenly locked his eyes on her arm, which was suddenly placed on her leg. "What's the matter with your hand?"

At that time, the atmosphere in the car was tense. Stunned, Consuela did not hide any more. She used another free hand to cover the blue and purple trace.

"Nothing. I just...rubbed the skin when pulling... "

She was even scalded by the tea pot she was holding. It hurt so much at that time, but she had to endure it and pretended to be disdainful of that woman.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly leaned over. He said in a low voice with a bit of pity, "is it hurt?"

A false smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His deep eyes locked her evasive eyes. "Don't bear it. The one who hurts is you. Answer me honestly."

When the woman was about to say something, the man, who was a little away from her, suddenly leaned over and removed the hand that she used to cover directly, ignoring her will.

As a result, the bruises on her wrists were completely exposed to the air, and there were small blisters on it in circles, which looked pitiful for no reason.

gaze of the woman,

him to the car without saying a word. When she was in the box, she only spoke a few words to him

too serious. But if it was not properly handled,

was really impressed.

and said impatiently, "You didn't give me any

happy. It was just like she was acting. Her poor acting

seemed that he was trying his best to move forward. She was pregnant and she felt a little hard to keep pace with him, so she had

on her hand. The blisters didn't look serious, but the mixture of

that, you won't tell me,

her depressed expression suddenly surged up again, but he controlled his mood not to hurt this

and lie on the bed, even if Wendy

Consuela shrugged her shoulders. She did have such an

as she stopped speaking, the car drove fast. The man's face had been covered with thick black, like her

and patted her head, feeling amused. How could she still think about such

said in a lukewarm voice, "Try harder to pat again, to see

corners of her mouth and closing her eyes, she grabbed her

made her

car was tinged with some indescribable charming.

Consuela understood what he was worried about. Although the man didn't say anything else, he was worried

of warmth rushed to every part of

crazy and had been planted with the poison named

at the man next to her, who had a poker face. She suddenly felt that he was really cute when he looked at her. He looked a little