Stuck In His Heart

The dark silver light made him look gentle, but it couldn't soften the gloom around him. Thus, Consuela swallowed saliva, at a loss.

Was it too late for her to escape now?

Richie raised his hand and showed her the club he broke into two pieces. He threatened the woman with his deep voice. His face darkened as if a storm had come.

"If you have the ability to escape, you'd better go to a safe place, and I will definitely not find the place, otherwise your legs won't have much good luck to accompany you to walk anymore."

'For some people, they just can't be connived, or they will be able to climb up your head one day to be domineering.' It was obvious that Consuela was regarded by him as such a person.

"It's not fair to me." Said Consuela, giving no impression of weakness.

The hands on her sides were quietly pinched. The round and smooth nails that were trimmed slowly penetrated into the soft palm of her hands, but she did not feel any pain.

The only thing she knew was that she wouldn't be soft to the man in front of her. She just looked up at him, not giving the impression of weakness.

"So, it's unfair to let you dry my hair? What a mean woman." Richie purposely contorted her expression, shook his head and walked towards the woman, as if he could do nothing about it.

It was a pity that Consuela, having seen his means, no longer believed that this man was pure in appearance but dark in nature.

When he was about to approach her, she raised up her hands to open the door. But the next second, the door was pushed back and shut tightly again.

The man put one of his hands above her head, bent down and looked right into her eyes.

in confusion. Until he

want. As a democratic person, I will give you the right

her lips, up and down lightly, making her feel like thousands of ants were biting on the softest skin.

itched her to her deep heart.

and you always want to control everything of others." Looking at Richie's handsome face, Consuela said

a second ago. His face changed abruptly,

forgot her situation and

It was just a wedding. No matter when it was held, it

it was impossible for a fragile woman to like wearing a wedding dress and taking pictures

not the same. What men think was a small

formed on Consuela's face. Her

even if no one said anything, which

find a bosom friend in this world. Love is made from between lovers. You may not fall in love with each other if you do, but you may

her lips, pondering over the man's high sounding excuse. As he lowered his head and prepared to

unromantic woman a good beating. Without

that attitude. Don't come to beg me." He smiled evilly. His short black hair, which was not too soft, was now wet

man seemed to be darker, as if a strong attractive whirlpool. Although there was an abyss in it, they would be smashed to pieces as soon as they entered, but

her lower lip, Consuela silently watched the man go back to his bedroom. Her rapid heartbeat was like a big knife cutting through her heart.

fall on the bed of her