Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 101 Did You Hurt Your Little Lover（3）

Consuela didn't want to be seen like this, so she swallowed her saliva and bowed her head.

To the Ye Clan, she was just a woman who was carrying their child.

In the eyes of Richie, it should be just a burden.

He could blatantly dig out dirty information to reveal the existence of those he didn't like, so that he could destroy their hard-developed painstaking efforts.

Who would trust such a cold-blooded and ruthless man? What's more, the relationship between them was really hard to say.

"I will give birth to this baby for your family. My only wish is that you won't disturb me all the time.

From now on, we will sleep in separate rooms, have separate meals, and avoid meeting each other until I give birth to the baby."

The expression on her face was serious, and her voice was calm. It seemed that she was willing to sacrifice her body for freedom.

The man looked down at her head and extended his eyes. He could clearly see that her face had turned pale.

Sure enough, she was just flaunting her superiority.

Perhaps she had cried badly with her head down. Her shoulders trembled in a low angle, which was noticed by him.

Suddenly, he felt that half of the anger in his heart was gone. He laughed.

He suggested with a smile, seeming to be in a good mood. "I think we should both sit down and have a good talk, and don't damage our relationship because of someone else."

'Talk about relationship? Fuck relationship. He is afraid that his child will be hurt because of my emotion. Well, such a man with a double mind.

Consuela's mind was in a mess. Subconsciously, she believed that everything that he had done was based on their child.

She didn't deny the benefits of doing this, but it was really disappointing.

"There is nothing to talk about between us. You'd better focus on your work."

It would be best if he could die unexpectedly in this place.

With a vicious thought, she stepped back, reached for the doorknob, and trotted away.

Screw his child, screw him, the son of a bitch.

The abusive words became more and more violent in her heart, so that she completely ignored the footsteps behind.

When Richie watched her leave, he was dumbfounded. Her failure in negotiating to become a deserter was exactly her style. What a waste of her righteous indignation just now.

A coward had already been rooted in the heart of the man.

Being hugged from behind, Consuela's back bumped against the man's chest. The scent of mint mingled with the man's body temperature.

She struggled with all her strength, but to no avail. In the end, she was so tired that she could only pant and shout out, "are you crazy?"

What was he going to do!

The man bent over and lowered his head. The woman without high heels was only reaching his shoulder, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

His lips lightly touched the woman's earlobe and smiled. "Don't be angry anymore. I know I was wrong."

Consuela took a deep breath. She managed to steady her body, but her legs were still a little weak. She asked seriously, "what's wrong with you?"

"I shouldn't ignore your love to me. I shouldn't look down upon other people. I really know I was wrong." The man buried his head and silently made some marks on her neck, and his tone also changed with her voice.

She had never seen such a shameless person.

"Don't move!" Scolded the man in a low voice, frowning.

"We are a couple. We need to do something that can promote our physical and mental health." He suddenly raised his head and whistled in the brain, and easily transformed a serious apology into an indescribable expression.

On the other side, Harry, who slammed the door and came out, drove to a money squadron in L City. He took the VIP card to the top floor and opened a box.

He randomly ordered several bottles of good wine in the extravagant box. This time, there were no friends with him, so he drank alone.

When he was almost sober, he took out his phone and looked for the number, with his eyes wide open.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

However, he didn't make the call. Just like Consuela didn't believe that he was that kind of man, he didn't want to believe that she was a scheming bitch.

In the end, the call didn't go out. When he got drunk, a waiter took out his phone and dialed the number which frequently communicated recently.

Sheryl came to this messy place. When she was about to step into the VIP straight up elevator, she was stopped by several strong men at the front desk.

Under desperation, she was allowed to enter the building only after she had passed her ID confirmation.

In the box, when she saw the man who was so drunk, an obvious disgust flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and patted the man on the face.

Her voice was soft and clean, which was in sharp contrast to her face. "Harry, wake up. Get up first. I'll drive you home."

But the man got totally drunk. He rolled on his body and slept soundly on the sofa.

Sheryl was displeased to be called here. She got very angry when she saw him.

She must have been so blind to believe that this man was mature and considerate.

She almost could not believe what she had seen.

When she raised her hand to grab him again, he pulled her into his arms. In a panic, she knocked down many bottles of wine.

The drunk man suddenly became considerate. He raised his hand to pat her on the back and said, "don't be afraid. I am here. No one can bully you."

Some casual words were the most touching thing to Sheryl. When she was about to be happier, she heard the man call out her sister's name.

As soon as he finished his words, the woman's face was as gloomy and long as a donkey face that was smeared with a layer of dirt.

"You've grown my face, haven't you?You think you are something, don't you?" Then she got up and slapped on his face mercilessly.

The one who did it with his own hand. Otherwise, she would have no chance to explain to him.

Although she grabbed his hand fiercely, it was quite powerful. All of a sudden, the man held her hand back and pulled her to himself.

Before she could make any reaction, Sheryl fell into his arms. She winced in pain and was about to stand up, but she heard the man's nonsense again.

"Consuela, don't leave. Don't leave me alone," he begged.

In order to hear what he said, Sheryl approached the man on purpose. Hearing every word he said, her face became darker again.

Before she could say something, the man suddenly turned over and pressed her down and vomited.

The woman's screams echoed in the box, but because of the sound insulation effect, there was no sound outside.