Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 102 Let's Go To Bed (Part one)

Compared to the mess in Sheryl's place, Consuela was much better. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. She tried her best to push away Richie.

"What on earth do you want me to do?" She turned back and looked at the man who was caught off guard and was pushed back a few steps, and asked.

She cried silently. Tears fell down on the ground. Richie frowned and his mood suddenly became worse.

But he also knew that it was not the right time for him to lose his temper. She could only take a step forward and approach the man. "If you have something to talk to me, can you stop crying first?"

It was no longer the tone of command, but with some kind of headache, a headache that he couldn't control.

With a sneer, Consuela took a few steps back. In a cold voice, she said, "I don't need your help. Just do your own work. I'll take care of the baby.

I'm also calm and it won't have any impact on the baby. Don't be afraid.

Just do what you want to do. Don't make me feel uncomfortable."

Looking at the staircase not far behind her, Richie raised his voice suddenly. There was a few sternness in his voice. "Dare you take a step backward?"

That lofty and ordered tone came back. She hated this man so much.

"It's none of your business." She turned around and ran away from like a child lost her temper, but not daring to look straight into his eyes.

Shaking his head, Richie was angry, but he couldn't beat her up. He could only quickly take a step to hold the woman from the back again.

His heart softened and he sighed, "don't be so childish, okay?"

His voice was softened. Consuela's face darkened. She stopped struggling and said no more.

She just felt sorry for her fate. She was regarded as a tool for giving birth to children by his family. She vented her anger, but was said to be playing with children's temper.

She opened her eyes wide and said in a serious voice, "Maybe it's because I'm pregnant. And the baby passed his temper to me."

Behind her came the man's light laughter. His breath fell on her head, and she felt a little itchy and uncomfortable.

She wanted to scratch her head, but she touched his smooth face. As soon as she was stunned, her finger was grabbed and sucked.

Consuela swallowed her anger and squatted down. She didn't scratch the man's face. The itchy feeling made her feel more uncomfortable.

"Can you be more shameless?" Consuela greeted the man with a long face, still holding the strange posture of lifting on one hand.

The man said vaguely, "guess?"

After saying that, he lowered his head and gave a contemptuous laugh. He began to bite hard and her fingertips became wet all over. In this way, Consuela couldn't get rid of his grip.

"Are you a dog? Why are you always biting?" she asked in a low voice.

Her face turned black with anger. She was sure that this man would be on the top of the shameless list if the competition was held.

"Let's go to bed," The man spit out her fingers and suddenly proposed.

However, Consuela refused him sharply. She said, "You'd better go to bed alone. I'll go downstairs and do some exercises."

Once again, Richie was as thick skinned as he was. He said in a cold tone, "well, I just informed you of it, not asking for your opinion."

This man could always use such a calm and indifferent expression to deceive countless ignorant girls.

Not long ago, there was a vote in the same city on the Internet, saying that he was the man for all the women in L City wanted most to sleep with. She almost sent it to the blogger at that time.

In their eyes, Richie was the most popular man in the entire L City. No man was willing to be with a woman in front of him. He looked gentle and considerate.

The battlefield gradually changed from the long corridor to the bed. Consuela rolled over the quilt and curled up in an attempt to protect herself.

"Why are you so nervous? I can't eat you. Loosen the quilt quickly. Be careful not to be fooled, or no one will want you in the future." Richie took out a new quilt from the closet. Looking at the woman's posture on the bed, he smiled slightly.

What a stubborn woman! She was not easy to be control at all. No matter what he did, she would never change her image in her mind.

He lay down on the other side of the bed, propping up the quilt with one hand. The man couldn't bear to stretch out his little face which was full of tears and she yelled, "Who do you think you are? It's my own

business whether I want to cover the quilt or not."

Her nose was red, which made him want to bully her again. Richie suppressed the morbid thoughts in the bottom of his heart and grinned his white teeth. "In fact, I don't allow you to sleep with your head covered. I just worry about the baby. Don't say you want to suffocate the baby."

Although she was usually careless and thoughtless, she was really worried about her child.

Since Consuela heard what he had said, she was no longer capricious. She pulled the quilt down a little and showed her small head completely. Then she made her turn around to tell him that she didn't want to see him again.

Richie shook his head and laughed. "I'm not a bad beast."

He was even more terrible than a beast. The beasts did all those bad things just to feed themselves, while he could hurt others just because he didn't like them.

The more she thought of it, the more furious she became. After being stunned for two seconds, she realized that he had never been so bored to dig up other people's information just because he disliked them?

All of a sudden, the woman turned around. The man was staring at her, his one hand propping up against his forehead. They looked at each other in silence. There was no spark, only the fury in Consuela's eyes.

"Why on earth did you..."

Before she finished speaking, the man's eyes were completely dark, and he put his cold finger on her slightly opened lips. "I don't want to hear my wife talking about another man on my bed."

His words enraged Consuela so much that her eyebrows shot up in fury. She couldn't even find a word to retort. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

She didn't dare to tell him if he didn't like it.

Now she lived under his roof, with her baby in her belly, and her parents behind her. There were too many things she worried, and she was doomed to be controlled in the game.

"Just chat with me and go to sleep." After the man took his hand back, his head directly touched the pillow. He looked at the woman with a tangled face and smiled gently.

She looked at him in confusion and disbelief. The corners of her mouth twitched. She said, "You'd better tell yourself. As a pregnant woman, I should rest well."

But now it was only in the morning. She should have been awake for not long. It was true that she made a lie.

Richie sighed, "It's up to you."