Stuck In His Heart

She felt too ashamed to go to her bedroom and slept on the same bed with that man as they had a fight just now. And she didn't want to turn off the wall lamp. She opened her eyes wide and could only sigh faintly.

She was becoming more and more coward.

Right then, the phone was hung up. The annoying voice disappeared. She got out of bed and poured herself a glass of water.

When she passed the corridor, her eyes inevitably stayed on the door of the master bedroom for a few seconds. Then she forced herself to walk away under the bright light without any attachment.

She looked calm, but she felt restless in her heart.

She didn't sleep well, just like riding a restless ship. She always changed the direction when she was about to ashore.

She herself even gave up the treatment. And the dream never came to an end.

Consuela opened her eyes, hiding the last trace of fear in her heart. She picked up the pillow used to block her vision the day before, held the mobile phone and dared not press the button yet.

She stared at her mobile phone awkwardly for a few minutes, and then her heart almost jumped out of her chest when the phone suddenly lit up.

She didn't realize that she was wrong until her phone was thrown into the bed and the battery on her phone was powered off.

Even though she knew it was her fault, she still couldn't muster up courage to ask herself to reassemble the phone and start it again.

No matter who it was, she was not in the mood to deal with it at the moment.

She took a deep breath and walked out of the room. Just at this time, she ran into the man who opened the door. She looked at that man in a suit and did not show any expression on his face.

nature of a boss to pay employees salary, and this was not like making trouble

say hello to the man, or say hello to him with a smirk on

for going their

only illuminated one side of the

was just enjoying

at the table was quite embarrassing. The man, who was determined to leave after breakfast, put down

the man touched the handle of the door, the woman's voice sounded neither too high nor low, soft and pleasant, and

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hand and loosened his tie that had just been tied up. He looked back at the woman who was restless and afraid of being rejected, and said coldly, "After pregnancy, if the mother suffers from mental illness, the child's genetic

fighting for a long time was deeply hurt by his words. How could he be

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between mom and you." Suddenly, he turned around, and his slanted eyes kept her from smiling, as if he had seen through

more frustrated she became. She felt like she had no privacy in front

a tiny move of her, not to mention that for her who was monitor at any time, it was easy

you can come back before seven o'clock every day, I can think about it," he

was shocked by his words. In order to prove her determination,

at the door, tall and straight, like an unsheathed

couldn't figure

her yet, but he was so cooperative. So did he just want to

man's cold eyes were so

of the series of events that had