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.

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

a

woman for a long time, he failed to compose himself. He slammed the

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

anymore. No one

her swollen belly. Her nose ached from time to time, but she couldn't say a word. The two of them had been in a

her head, Consuela apologized in a hoarse

still

human being with her own thinking ability. She was not an emotionless toy who

she would

He took out the key from his pocket and walked inside

room. He frowned and opened a door with wine in it, only to see several men lying on

suits, but they were all drunk

and walked towards the wine cabinet. His leather shoes collided with the broken

his head was on. Rubbing

been tied up by a hemp rope, which turned him into a passive situation. He raised the wine glass

sofa, he had no choice but to sigh. He carried the wine and walked

be able to live a peaceful life

his eyes, she was nothing more than an obedient toy.

raised his hand to touch his swollen half face. He

could be

to have a row with him to

first, no matter

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