Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 109 Do You Want To Abort My Child（2）

Consuela was rendered speechless. She didn't know how to answer such a question.

Her attitude was friendly and kind, but Harry didn't listen to her. He was absorbed in his own imagination and could not get rid of it.

So she went against him and said with courage, "Beat me if you are something. If you dare not beat me, you are not a man."

She was making trouble for bad mouth.

Noticing that the condition was not so good, Sheryl hurried forward to look at her sister hypocritically, whose wrist was still held by the man. She pretended to be sad and said, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't leave you alone here and deal with the company's affairs."

Consuela was amused by Sheryl's self-reproach. With a frown, she held the woman's hand with her left hand and said with a smile, "Don't worry. I'm fine."

They talked for a long time as if they were good sisters, and the man beside them was not very pleased and his face darkened.

"Miss, if you don't have anything else to say, I'll take her leave first." He stepped forward, stopping them from looking at each other.

Let the women behind him stare at the back of his head and lose their temper. Don't let them talk any more.

Didn't she go back home once a few days ago? Why didn't she finish talking at that time? Now she wanted to talk again?

Sheryl took a step back and smiled awkwardly. It was obvious that the man showed his impatience, but they seemed to have met before. Wasn't he familiar?

Moreover, he had a strong aura, just like a senior who had been in a high position for a long time. It was really hard to say.

Sheryl had a graceful smile on her face, and her long eyelashes had betrayed the obvious jealousy in her eyes. In a soft voice, she said, "Please take good care of my sister, Consuela."

He nodded obediently, grabbed Consuela's wrist and dragged her out of the box. But there was no pity at all.

Sheryl touched her chin and felt something weird. There was no specific reason to explain. They were not in a romantic relationship at all.

And what did the man call her just now? Miss, he addressed her so politely that just like he didn't marry her sister.

She thought, 'how could that bitch have a relationship with such a man? Maybe he is a model somewhere she found, who is willing to help her.'

Model industry, in other words, was particular about those powerful and impressive figures. In short, she was just pretending to be powerful.

Being kicked by Richie, Harry fell to the ground and his hands that were supporting his body had been rubbed. When he realized what had happened, the two were about to leave in company.

He instantly stood up and staggered a few steps before he stood firmly. He blurted out, stopping the two of them from leaving. "Consuela, you're such a bitch. Sure enough, you have climbed up someone's thigh. Now you dare to put your face on me like this.

I wonder if this man knows that you are so shameless as to take the so-called nude photos and post them on the Internet."

The man was so excited that he even didn't know where his wound was torn as he spoke. He took a deep breath all of a sudden but his eyes were as crazy as ever.

Consuela suddenly stopped, and the smile around her mouth was completely restrained. She felt cool all over her body.

When she faced Harry before, she really thought that she was wrong and that she should not have any other thoughts to make friends with him. But now, she thought that this man did not deserve her!

All her good feelings towards Harry were shattered into pieces when he spoke that, just like a castle on the beach that had been hit.

Sheryl stood in the middle, dumbfounded for a moment. She wanted to pry Harry's head and see if there was something hypocritical in it.

The brain was a good thing and she hoped everyone could have it.

But she couldn't express her position now, otherwise she would offend the other one. She just wanted to see what would happen.

Richie lowered his head and looked at the woman whose body was tense. He let out a long sigh. He could sense her subtle mood somehow.

It was not a good thing.

But the man's mouth was so smelly that he felt disgusted.

With his head lowered, he asked in a voice that only they two could hear, "How did you go blind and pick up such a little lover?"

What a scum he was!

Consuela began cursing angrily, "I'm too young to understand the difference between men and beasts."

The voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it. However, they had stopped and hadn't made any further move.

In the eyes of Harry, they were cowards now. Well, in the final analysis, the rescuer was just brave enough to make a small appearance.

Richie shook his head and loosened his grip on her wrist. Then he turned around and walked towards the man. But he said to her, "You're in your twenties, but you don't seem to be smarter than before."

He made fun of her, which made her feel warm.

She raised her head to look at the clothes he wore. The man in black wind coat was the same as her. She bit her lips and suddenly laughed. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

This was her husband, her child's father. Although perhaps everything was just for the child, there was no denying that she was really moved.

"Don't be so suspicious, Consuela. Trust me. This man did this all for you," a voice said from the bottom of her heart.

But she still couldn't believe it. Her face was not that big, and she especially had the so-called self- awareness.

In the meantime, Richie kicked the man, who had been kicked by him before, to the ground again. Perhaps it was because he had stayed in his office for too long a time that Harry could not avoid his attack at all.

When Harry was about to move sideways to ward off, Richie had kicked him with all his strength. He had never thought of holding back.

As Harry had no power to fight back and was paralyzed to the ground again, he began to cough violently, but each time he coughed, he was extremely painful.

It hurt so much as if his ribs were pressed by something sharp.

Consuela, who was standing aside and watching the fight, couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows. The man in front of her was good at fighting, and it seemed that Harry could only be beaten by him.

Gripping the man's collar, Richie raised his hand and pressed his head against his chest. He curved his thin lips into a particularly cold smile. "Do you think that this time your headline is not enough to show your good ability?"

He paused, "It doesn't matter. I will give you a chance to make up for your mistake."