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.

by 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 knees, without

regarded as a self-protection action to admit

his eyes on the woman for a long time, he failed

raised her head and looked out of the window, feeling completely at a

to redeem or compromise anymore. No one should be inferior to others when

belly. Her nose ached from time to time, but she couldn't say a word. The

Consuela apologized in a hoarse voice,

still and wait

In fact, she was a human being with her own thinking ability. She was not an emotionless toy who was casually cheated by him.

would hurt, and she would also be sad.

City. He took out the key from his pocket and

He frowned and opened a door with wine in it,

but

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

above his head was on. Rubbing his

feel a trace of peace. It seemed that he had been tied up by a hemp rope, which

but to sigh. He carried the wine and walked to the balcony, looking up at the dark sky, his deep eyes full of helplessness.

to live

about her, in his eyes, she was nothing more

his hand to touch his swollen half face. He hissed as

toy could be so disobedient?

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

head first, no matter how

accumulated a lot and the wine had been bottomed up. Suddenly, a man's voice came from somewhere. "Oh, you are a rare guest. Why does a person, who hasn't come for eight hundred years, now