Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 130 The Transfer Period (5)

Hearing Consuela's constant complaint, Richie didn't feel relieved, but looked at her in confusion.

He seemed to care about an idiot.

His words made Consuela's face ice cold. She snapped, "you think you're doing the right thing, and I'm just being unreasonable?"

Getting out of the man's arms, she looked up at the deep dark eyes of the man. She was not confident, but she held on to not let herself lose the momentum.

The corner of her mouth rose slightly, and her dimples were partly hidden and partly visible. She was portraying her expression at the moment, as if she was just joking with someone.

"How can you believe me?" Richie had thought that they had reached an agreement. He raised his eyebrows, but the look in his eyes was soft.

With a grim face, she walked past him and proceeded to her bedroom. "I'm not in the mood to read your words. And I don't want to argue with you. I'm going to bed now."

Even the sight of her back was perceived that she was in a bad mood.

The man laughed and walked toward the bed, with the woman in his arms. The woman suddenly screamed, but then she gritted her teeth and stopped talking as if she were in a rage.

As if he was amusing her, his body suddenly began to stagger a little. He leaned forward a little. Consuela, however, instinctively reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

So she heard the man's relentless sneer again, then her face immediately darkened immediately.

She believed that such a bad man would never treat her well not because of the baby. The reason why he teased her now was that he didn't want to hurt the baby.

In this way, it would not make her pass out because of anger, and it would not have any impact on the baby. What was more, he was doing this as a revenge at ease.

When her sense came back, it seemed that there was a conspiracy theory writer living in her head. Consuela found that she seems to start to make blind and disorderly conjectures.

Right then, she felt something soft on the bed. All of a sudden, a shadow flitted over her head. The man sat down next to her.

She blinked her eyes and decided to close her eyes and sleep. No matter what kinds of monsters he was, she could fight one group by herself in her dream.

But the man beside her didn't want her to have a good time. He got closer to her with a smile. As she was about to make one more move, he didn't force her into his arms.

He began to boil frogs in warm water, watching her comfortable, but finally accepted the disaster step by step.

Consuela sensed the danger, but she didn't stop moving until she touched the edge of the bed. As she was about to fall over to the bed, he reached out his hand to pull her back.

The woman closed her eyes and decided to wait for him to laugh at her. But she was unable to hear anything after a long time. She could only hear the sound of his rhythmic breathing.

When she opened her eyes and turned her head, the same soft thing touched her lips, cool with a bit of mint fragrance. The woman's eyes widened in horror. She wanted to move back, but she suddenly thought of retreating again and fell on the floor. She quickly stopped.

She tried to push him away, but he didn't move at all. She quickly moved up, which made her more embarrassed.

They were so close to each other that there was almost no distance between them. As she moved, her head directly extended from the man's lips to the man's forehead.

Then, the man opened his eyes and looked at her with a slight smile, as if mocking her why she was so hungry for sex.

She also wanted to remain calm, but she was flustered and could only look away to avoid eye contact with them.

The man's sigh was very light, but it was very clear because the distance was too close.

She lowered her head to stare at the man's short hair. Her lips twitched, wanting to say something, but in the end, she shut her mouth.

She should not show weakness to him, but be more decisive to treat him. However, she could not learn to do so.

Maybe it was because of his different personality. In her eyes, he was as strong as an Ultraman in the TV, who wouldn't be defeated by a monster.

Suddenly, she asked in a soft voice that she had never expected, "what are you thinking about?" © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

She blushed with shyness and embarrassment. Fortunately, she was now so tall that she could only see the man's head.

She wouldn't be so coward if she didn't talk to him face to face, but she had to overcome the fear that had been resting in her heart for a long time.

Yes, he was that scary to Consuela. She couldn't help sweating every time she chatted with him.

This pitiable servility that could not be changed in a short time made her look down upon it but helpless.

"I was thinking about how to please my angry wife, but I can't find any ideas." The man sighed, "I do value her."

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She couldn't help but turn her head to the balcony. The door hadn't been closed yet, and the wind came out of it, blowing the air inside the room.

She felt that he was such a playboy. But this character had been deeply hidden in the soul by himself.

Just wait for some time to break out.

She tried to compose herself and responded casually, "what are you going to do next?"

She was just curious, nothing more. After she had put herself into the hypnosis, she felt at ease, waiting for an answer.

Then the man slightly pulled her bathrobe. Consuela bowed her head and saw his impeccable face. She pressed her lips, waiting for him to continue.

He said calmly, "I have decided to give myself to you. Don't pity me because I am handsome."

He looked so serious that it was hard to bear to look at him.

Consuela was rendered speechless.

Mentally retarded.

How could this guy be Richie, who was so shameless that refresh her sight again. What was more, he looked so charming like his wife.

Consuela lowered her head, forced a smile and said nonchalantly, "If you keep acting like this, you will be doomed to have a second marriage."

The man who spoke shamelessly was stunned for a while. Then his eyes changed slightly, just like the dark water was inlaid with the light of a man.

The smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared. The hand that was holding the body began to twist. He hugged her completely.

Actually, what he said was taught by Tim. Although he kept being modest that he didn't understand women, he was not like a green hand when it came to ideas.

He was particularly trustful, but got such an answer.