Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 194 Fever Illness (3)

Her face contorted in pain. She wished that he could pass out now.

Perhaps it was because the expression on her face was too obvious that Richie suddenly raised the corner of his lips and asked gently, "What kind of good fate have you arranged for me in the bottom of your heart?"

He thought, 'are you thinking of me as a ghost again?'

There was only a little of liquid left in the infusion bottle. She turned her head to look at the man. "I'll ask the nurse to change the infusion bottle for you," she said.

She ignored all the shouts from behind and walked out attentively.

But she could feel that the man's dark eyes followed her all the way. According to her understanding of the man for more than a few days, the more amiable he was, or the more gentle and polite he was, it was a sign of some perversion.

The ominous premonition came to her mind. She really didn't have the courage to rush up and have a stroke of bad luck.

After walking out of the master bedroom and asking the nurse to accompany her, she finally felt a sense of security.

When Richie was changing the infusion bottle, he was lying on the sofa, eyes closed. His computer, which had been working at high speed, was also turned off.

Now he was relaxed. Consuela raised her eyes to observe his face. Richie's skin was born with white color, but now it was red because of a high fever. It was undeniable that his white skin made him look more attractive.

His white shirt was wrinkled. On his black trousers, there was a hand with distinct and pale bones and a silver needle.

His quiet and indifferent expression made her feel enchanting. He was really charming, with smile in his eyes but still with a long face.

When Consuela was thinking about the man, the man's eyes had already been dimmed. He licked the corner of his mouth and asked, "are you satisfied with what you see now?"

easily interrupted. Her face blushed scarlet

this man with hearts of brutes. She even didn't know

eyes cooperatively, glanced at him back and forth, and smiled with no implication as if she had

but she had stepped back unconsciously. She reached for the doorknob and said,

and ran away when Richie stared at her.

worse after she went downstairs. She knew that man didn't want to talk much

guesses he let her guess were intended to cover up

hidden his emotions too deep. She racked her brains to

lips. The color drained

on his clothes and leave. Holding a plate of fruit, Consuela watched him push the door open and

but she just ignored it and took a bite

stay any longer. She had been trying to retain him, but the results were almost the same. If she urged him

the tiredness in Miranda's eyes, got up and went upstairs to the study, continuing to read the book she hadn't finished yesterday.

ghosts and unpredictable things. She thought

the type of books she liked. The books always made her a little

boring. Since her husband asked her to stay at home, she compromised. She

Mrs. Ye would accompany her, take her out to have

customs in the circle. It was common for her to learn

those people was good for

time, the well maintained woman rushed over. She wore a luxurious cheongsam with light blue and white background,

in a wealthy family, she had been well educated in literature. As

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