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.

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

regarded as a

time, he failed to compose himself. He slammed

drove away. Hearing the loud bang, Consuela raised her head and looked out of

she didn't want to redeem or compromise anymore. No one

her hand and gently touched 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 stalemate. Children would suffer in the future.

Consuela apologized in a hoarse

still and

In fact, she was a human being with her own thinking ability. She was not an

and she

in L City. He took out the key from his pocket

dark walked through the room. He frowned and opened a door with wine in it, only to see

elites in suits, but

shoes collided with the broken glass pieces on the

thick curtain was drawn. Only the light above his head was on. Rubbing his forehead, he found

up by a hemp rope, which

three people on the sofa, he had no choice but to sigh. He carried the wine

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

how he thought about her, in his eyes,

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

be

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

first, no matter how embarrassed they would be

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