Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 31 Joint Trial

Grabbing her arm, Richie walked towards the parking lot. He spoke in an unscrupulous and unrestrained manner, with innate arrogance in his tone, "You are the mother of our child now. Just enjoy the sunshine."

Unable to break free from the man's grip, Consuela trotted up to catch up with him. Her eyelids twitched at his words.

She was a little annoyed and asked back, "Do you want to expose my identity after the baby is born and then create an affair, so as to take the opportunity to divorce me?"

He looked determined.

"What you're thinking about is all about the soap opera?" Richie hid the smile in his eyes and roared in a low voice.

Consuela covered her face with her hands. She couldn't bear it.

But she suddenly found that in fact, he was not so bad as she thought.

He took her to the parking lot and seemed to drive her home.

With an embarrassed smile, Consuela said, "Thank you."

However, she did not refuse directly and directly opened the door and sat into the car, regardless of the slightly twitching corners of his mouth.

"Don't be so grateful to me. I just worry that you might be caught by the reporters that you're crowding the bus," said Richie coldly. His words were like a sharp knife, piercing through her wildest fantasies.

With a brilliant smile, she said, "You're thinking too much."

'The two words, ‘thank you’, were not suitable with me at all.'.

Richie suddenly slammed on the brakes, and without the seat belt, Consuela leaned forward. Her head hit the valuable cushion, which was very painful. She shouted, "What are you doing?"

After taking a glance at her from the rearview mirror, Richie answered confidently, "The traffic light is red."

She knew that he was avenging himself, but she couldn't do anything about it.

Perhaps it was because the complaint in her eyes was so obvious that the man suddenly threatened her, "Do you want to that again when the traffic lights turn red next time?"

The woman sat straightly and looked steadily forward. The smile on her face was very harmonious.

Reflexively, a coward.

Richie smiled, as the green light turned on and the car moved steadily. Consuela said through gritted teeth. She was a slave to Richie now.

She just felt that she couldn't afford to offend this man. If she displeased him, the things around her would be destroyed and she would give in involuntarily.

After they reached the road leading to the villa of the Xia Clan, Richie directly parked his car in an inconspicuous alley and looked at the woman sitting on the back seat.

"Well, do you need me to hire eight palanquins to send you back along these steps?"

His voice was again filled with sarcasm and impatience, which made Consuela stunned.

Wasn't he going to meet her parents with her?

She wasn't a person who could hide her own thoughts. She had better ask directly, "Aren't you going to deal with my parents?"

"Consuela, I've never considered you as my partner. I can ask you to help me deal with my family, but you can't."

She thought that it was right for Consuela to be taken revenge on. She had nothing to do with the whole thing.

"I'm sorry. I was being too sentimental," she got out of the car quickly as if she was trying to avoid something.

She decided to play a solo again in order to cope with her parents.

Seeing her thin and slim figure leaving, Richie's dark and deep eyes were hiding some unknown light. His thin lips curved up slightly. It was not a joyful expression.

Huh, a stubborn woman would not show weakness.

Consuela knocked on the door nervously, not knowing what she was going to face.

It was Linda who opened the door. A dash of joy flashed through her old, turbid eyes.

She stepped backwards and said in a cheerful voice, "Consuela, you're back. Come on in."

Since that day, they hadn't seen each other for several days. The girl who had been taken good care of by them had grown up gradually.

With a pale face, Consuela walked inside following Linda. Hearing Linda tell her some interesting things in her family, she gradually calmed down.

There were three people sitting in the living room. Johnson was drinking tea while Harry was playing with the woman, her elder sister.

It was their usual work time, but they were not in a hurry and even chatted with her father occasionally. The atmosphere was harmonious.

Gradually, she stopped admiring the man. When she saw his back, she wasn't stirred up.

She even wanted to laugh.

Sheryl was sharp eyed. She waved at Consuela as soon as she saw her, but was leaning on Harry's shoulder weakly. "Consuela, sit here."

"Have a seat first. I'll go to the kitchen and bring you some fruits." Linda patted on Consuela's shoulder, smiling. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Curling her lips, Consuela greeted her parents politely and then nodded at her sister and Harry. She was still sitting on the sofa, restless.

She didn't come back to face the happy and harmonious scene, but to explain the residence booklet incident and the words hidden these days.

"Where have you been these days, Consuela?" Johnson asked casually as he took a sip of the mellow black tea, his sharp eyes turning gloomy.

"I've been here all this time. I'm sorry. I was too busy," she answered honestly

She was so busy at the villa that she almost lost her job. Sometimes, white lies were more easy to accept than bloody reality.

Johnson nodded with satisfaction, but Sheryl, sitting next to him, was not reconciled at all. She pretended to say inadvertently, "Consuela, have you finished what you want from the household register?"

If the atmosphere was only a piece of glass, then it should have been smashed into pieces by someone who looked like a spider's string spreading aimlessly as if there was no bound between it and the world.

She raised her head and looked into Sheryl's eyes, a dash of happiness flashing in her eyes.

She said vaguely, "It's done. I'll go to the kitchen to help mom."

Then she left directly without waiting for any response. Linda was cutting the Hami melon skillfully and dexterously in the kitchen.

Hearing the noise, Linda raised her head and saw the comer. She was confused and asked, "Why do you come in? I'll be ready in a minute. "

For some reason, her eyes were sore all of a sudden. Taking out the residence booklet from her bag, she raised her hands in front of her and said, "Mom, I'm sorry."

Her low voice was filled with inexplicable sadness.

Linda immediately wiped the water in her hands and took the household register. Looking at her stubborn daughter who didn't want to tell more, she could do nothing.

She owed her a lot in her previous life.