Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 111 All For The Sake Of The Child (1)

Richie tilted his head to look at her. The corners of his lips lifted into a smirk. But he didn't say a word. The most important thing in his mind was silence.

The corners of her mouth twitched. Consuela turned her head to look out of the window. She didn't understand why Richie didn't like her elder sister.

Her sister was much better than this guy who always turned his back on her.

After a long while, the car was still not started. Confused, Consuela turned her head to look at the man who was sitting in the driver's seat, thinking about something.

"Aren't you leaving now?" she asked in a soft, gentle voice

Before he could answer, the man suddenly locked his eyes on her arm, which was suddenly placed on her leg. "What's the matter with your hand?"

At that time, the atmosphere in the car was tense. Stunned, Consuela did not hide any more. She used another free hand to cover the blue and purple trace.

"Nothing. I just...rubbed the skin when pulling... "

She was even scalded by the tea pot she was holding. It hurt so much at that time, but she had to endure it and pretended to be disdainful of that woman.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly leaned over. He said in a low voice with a bit of pity, "is it hurt?"

A false smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His deep eyes locked her evasive eyes. "Don't bear it. The one who hurts is you. Answer me honestly."

When the woman was about to say something, the man, who was a little away from her, suddenly leaned over and removed the hand that she used to cover directly, ignoring her will.

As a result, the bruises on her wrists were completely exposed to the air, and there were small blisters on it in circles, which looked pitiful for no reason.

"Why didn't you say anything just now?" Under the gaze of the woman, Richie loosened his grip, twitched the corners of his mouth and asked.

She had followed him to the car without saying a word. When she was in the box, she only spoke a few words to him for the sake of that man, so that he could not detect the injury on her hand.

It was neither too light nor too serious. But if it was not properly handled, it would leave a scar.

She was really impressed.

Rolling her eyes, Consuela grinned and said impatiently, "You didn't give me any time to say at all."

Although she was smiling, no one could see that she was happy. It was just like she was acting. Her poor acting skill made him feel sad.

He was tall and slender, and it seemed that he was trying his best to move forward. She was pregnant and she felt a little hard to keep pace with him, so she had no spare time to complain about the injury on her hand.

She lowered her head to check that circle of blisters on her hand. The blisters didn't look serious, but the mixture of cyan, purple and the transparent liquid made them look scary. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"If I don't see that, you won't tell me, will you?"

The anger that had just dissipated by her depressed expression suddenly surged up again, but he controlled his mood not to hurt this delicate woman again.

Thinking of the previous things, he was somewhat helpless. Next time if he let her faint and lie on the bed, even if Wendy was reluctant to let him go, he could not forgive himself.

"But I..." Consuela shrugged her shoulders. She did have such an idea.

As soon as she stopped speaking, the car drove fast. The man's face had been covered with thick black, like her favorite black cake.

Consuela coughed and patted her head, feeling amused. How could she still think about such a mess in such a critical moment.

The man said in a lukewarm voice, "Try harder to pat again, to see if your brain can be patted smarter."

His tone made her feel incompetent. Twitching the corners of her mouth and closing her eyes, she grabbed her safety belt and was in a state of defensive.

Not knowing when, the man turned on the music, and the soothing English song made her slightly relax. The dullness in the car gradually melted in the song.

The atmosphere in the car was tinged with some indescribable charming.

Eventually, the car stopped in the underground parking lot of HR Hospital. Consuela understood what he was worried about. Although the man didn't say anything else, he was worried about her.

In an instant, that kind of warmth rushed to every part of her body again with an indescribable joy.

She must be crazy and had been planted with the poison named Richie.

She raised her head to look at the man next to her, who had a poker face. She suddenly felt that he was really cute when he looked at her. He looked a little awkward.

If he knew what his image was in the bottom of her heart, she would be forced to be exposed.

Suddenly, he took out his phone and dialed a number, "Arrange a nurse for me. Well, it's not I." He paused and looked at the woman's wrist. "It's not a minor injury."

His voice was a little colder than the night, but made her feel like bathing in the spring wind.

Not knowing what was on her mind, Consuela sighed and said, "I wish I could have a man like myself who can understand me and love me."

Hearing that, the man, who was unbuckling his seat belt, suddenly stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at her, raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "in your dreams."

Consuela raised her hand and touched her nose. She felt a little embarrassed. She just wanted to ease the atmosphere. Did she have nothing to say?

Apparently, she had just met the man who was short tempered. Tut, tut, the man's temperament was changing faster than turning a book.

After he got off the car, he waited for a while, but he didn't see her come down. He knocked at the window of the car. The window just fell. "You don't want to get down yourself. Are you waiting for me to carry you down?"

That man's face was livid. Startled, Consuela unfastened her seat belt, closed the window, pushed open the door and got out of the car. The whole process had a little inexpressible urgency.

As if she was not his wife, but a maid he had hired. Although he knew how they came together, he really felt a little upset.

"If you meet a woman who can understand you so well and know everything about you, will you want to be with her regardless of everything?" Ignoring Richie's sarcasm, Consuela was still asking him, with obvious temptation.

Richie looked at Consuela who was waiting his answer with a frown. Then he answered. "I don't like to have too many hidden dangers around me."

Consuela nodded with a bright smile, but in fact, she spat at the bottom of her heart. This cold-blooded and merciless man.

But his answer must mean that he didn't like the woman who was too smart.