Stuck In His Heart

He got up, straightened his wrinkled clothes and looked down at her. "Don't worry. I won't blame you for slapping me."

His tone and posture were damned arrogant, as if the woman sitting in the big bed could be strangled at any time.

He seemed to acquiesce in the topic of their relationship.

Consuela snorted. She raised her hand to wipe the tears off her face. No matter how coward and weak she was, she didn't want to talk about it in front of this man.

Pressing her lips together, she turned her head aside to avoid eye contact with him. "You are the one in charge of the marriage all the time. I'm just a puppet doll. I just need to cooperate with you."

She said in a low and hoarse voice and looked dispirited. With a pair of bright black and white eyes, no one noticed her deep love.

In the stalemate, the man with obvious red marks on his face walked into her, raised the corners of his lips and pinched her jaw, forcing her to look up.

Her cheeks were burning with the hot breath of his perfume. Squinting slightly, he asked, "have you no shame?"

He grabbed her much harder. If he didn't stop, she might have to go to the plastic surgeon.

The chill rose from the bottom of her heart, but her face remained calm. She looked up at the man, and a mocking smile appeared on her delicate face.

"What else can you do except forcing me? This is what happened when we got married, and it is still the case now! "

"I can't compare with you. Didn't you drug me and climb up my bed? Was that your first time sleeping with a man? Your hymen was well mended. Did you pay a lot of money?"

The smile at the corners of the man's mouth seemed to be a bit coquettish. He loosened his hand and ground his beautiful lips, with a crazy look of destruction in his eyes.

She was getting more and more rebellious. She really thought she was the queen when she was pregnant.

his words, Consuela restrained her impulse to raise her hand again, shook off his hand, and retreated a few steps. She buried her head between her

could be regarded as a self-protection action to

his eyes on the woman for a long time, he failed to compose himself. He slammed the door and left.

Consuela raised her head and looked out of

No one should be inferior

to time, but she couldn't say a word. The two of them had been

her head, Consuela apologized in

still and

being with her own thinking ability. She

she would

key from his pocket and walked inside the house. The glaze lights were soft.

He frowned and opened a door with wine in it,

all elites in suits, but they

sofa and walked towards the wine cabinet. His leather shoes collided with the broken glass pieces on

the light above his head was on. Rubbing his

It seemed that he had been tied up by a hemp rope, which turned him into a passive situation. He raised the wine glass and gulped it down.

had no choice but to sigh. He carried the wine and

a few seconds that he would be able to live a peaceful life with Consuela, but now it didn't make

in his eyes, she was

half face. He hissed

be

she wanted to have a row with him to vent her anger.

never lower his head first, no matter how embarrassed they

the wine had been bottomed up. Suddenly, a man's voice came from somewhere. "Oh, you are a