Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 38 The Horrible Man (2)

The sound of water suddenly stopped, and then the bathroom door was opened, and the man came out in a simple bathrobe, relaxed.

He turned off the lights in the bathroom. There was only one light in the room above her head.

Richie's face softened under the orange light. His dark eyes revealed an unspeakable enchantment in the night.

It was like a flower blooming at night, as it became humble and alienated in the daytime. At night, there was an indescribable taste, and it was blurred.

When he saw the little woman curling up on the bed, his dim eyes were like the blazing candlelight which was almost extinguished by the wind.

Consuela closed her eyes. The other senses became extremely sensitive. She could feel that the soft bed slightly sank in and the man's cold breath blew in.

She could not calm down and her breath was slightly disordered. But the man's eyes were locked on her. The invisible pressure almost made her open her eyes to surrender.

He stared at her as if she was his sworn subordinate who had made a mistake. Startled, Consuela furrowed her eyebrows and opened her soft lips, as if she was in a dream.

He didn't bend down and looked away. He turned off the light, lay down and reached out his hand to the seemingly sleeping woman.

However, Consuela wasn't scared at all. She turned over and covered her face with her hands, as if she was protecting herself from a nightmare.

A nightmare? He thought that he might act as a guest of Consuela in her dream.

He stopped forcing her into his arms. He leaned close to her, smelled her hair and gradually fell asleep.

Getting closer to the man with a low temperature, Consuela felt resentful. She could do nothing but close her eyes and sleep.

The only thing she could do was to submit to the fate. She didn't know how long this kind of life would last, and when she would stop being desperate.

On the table next morning, Richie applied jam on the bread. His long and clean hands were even more brilliant than usual.

The fresh air woke her up. Then, she got up and enjoyed the soybean milk made by Nancy. The strong and mellow scent of it aroused her appetite. She didn't look down at the man sitting opposite her.

But she couldn't help looking at his delicate hand.

Now she finally knew why the devils in the comics were so bad, but the figures must be beautiful, in order to hide.

Just like Richie, a demon in human skin.

In a clean and attractive voice, Richie added, "If you can't get used to staying in the company, you can just live in the villa. You will be more comfortable."

His eyes were so clean and deep that no one could see through them.

He changed his mind and wanted her to stay in the villa. Did the changeable changes mean that it was fun to play with her?

Pursing her lips, Consuela raised her head to look at the man with a confused expression on her face. "I don't get it. Why do I have to listen to you?"

'What does he take me for? A monkey? Humiliated?'

"Consuela, calm down. You're not just staying in the villa. You're not the only one who'll get hurt!" He picked up the tablecloth on the table and wiped the knife that was cutting the steak.

There was no emotion on his face at all, which was extremely surprising.

Pursing her lips, Consuela silently pinched her hand which was resting on her laps. "I'm not crazy. You promised me before, but you didn't keep your word. Are you really a true man?"

She used to think that he was selfish and didn't care about others' wishes, but she never thought that he would naturally go back on his word.

He was thick-skinned enough to break his words. The country should have him as a body armor.

There seemed to be a smile in the eyes of Richie, as if he was mocking her over confident.

It was he who made the decision to prevent her from going to the company and she carried it carefully. He only informed her of that at first.

"Richie Ye, you can't do this."

She was not a machine to obey orders, but a living person with self-awareness. He was too arbitrary!

His eyes brightened as he heard Consuela calling his full name.

"We will discuss it after you give birth to the baby." The man cut the steak neatly and confronted her perfunctorily. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

The baby would be born a few months later. Would she stay here for the next few months? Stay in a state of ignorance?

“There is still a long time before expected date of confinement. I..."

Richie interrupted her and answered with a frown, "Because it is giving birth too soon. To protect the baby, you just need to rest assured."

Such an authoritarian always followed his own words all the way, and laughed at what she said. But, Consuela must take what he said.

"You'd better behave yourself. I don't have much patience with you," he smiled meaningfully, and the threat in his eyes was undisguised.

He was warning her not to do something out of thin air. She couldn't afford the consequences.

After taking a deep breath, Consuela lowered her head in silence. But the man's praise for her made her feel like she was the happiest woman in the world

But, even if she was as obedient as a puppy, this man would not like her. All he did was to make her unhappy.

The woman who had read the truth stood up and intended to go upstairs. She said stiffly, "I'm full."

As soon as she got up, the man in the opposite also pulled out the chair and wore a tie, showing a strong sense of abstinence.

He was a beast in human form and beast heart, bastard.

She went back to the guest room and sat directly on the bed. The bed was next to the window. Sitting there, she could see Richie driving away. She was depressed and closed the window directly.

She took her cellphone out and connected it to the Internet. Seeing the name of Richie in the red and bold font on the screen, she became stunned, about to hack the website.

She really wanted to know what relationship this inhuman man could have with entertainment news.

The title of the news was common, but after three well-known names in L City were added, the news became quite popular.

There were red gossips about Richie, female stars who had shook hands with him, and various women who had lunch together.

At last, they were all spread widely, but because of the artful angle taken by reporters, they portrayed something that was not necessary.

Then she continued to pull up the screen, where she saw a comment that followed .

The amount of comments belonged to Richie. Looking at netizens' lewd comments, Consuela merely curled her lips in disapproval.

‘Huh, apart from tricks, this man has no advantages except for his handsome face. Once his bad temper is revealed, the white lotus has to retreat.’