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.

restrained her impulse to raise her hand again, shook off his hand, and retreated a few steps.

could be regarded as a self-protection action

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

car drove away. Hearing the loud bang, Consuela raised her head and looked out of the window, feeling completely at a loss. Their relationship

didn't want 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 two of them had been in a stalemate. Children would suffer in the future.

in a hoarse voice,

not sit still and wait for death, even for the

man seemed to have been almost forgotten. In fact, she was a human being with her own thinking ability. She was not an emotionless toy who was

and she would also be sad.

in L City. He took out the key from his pocket and walked inside the house. The glaze lights were soft.

walked through the room. He frowned and opened a door

all elites in suits, but they

wine cabinet. His leather shoes collided with

the thick curtain was drawn. Only the light above his head was on. Rubbing his forehead, he found a clean glass and poured himself a

It seemed that he had been tied up by a hemp rope, which turned him into a passive situation. He raised the

wine and walked to the balcony, looking up

able to live a peaceful life with Consuela, but now it didn't make any

her, in his eyes, she was nothing more than an obedient

his hand to touch his swollen half face. He hissed as if he had

be

to have a row with him to vent

no matter how

ash had accumulated a lot and the wine had been bottomed up. Suddenly, a man's voice came from somewhere.