Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 72 What The Hell Is Going On With You (Part one)

Suddenly, she didn't want to go in and face that man. Her joy after attending the classmate party was also crushed by his words.

He could always trample her hope to the bottom of his feet without making the slightest effort.

If all the things were for the baby, then what she was doing now was unnecessary.

Superfluous was just like a wishful thinking in a love story. It really made people feel sad to hear it.

In silence, she closed her eyes, and she could hear nothing.

The phone in the bag, however, suddenly lit up. Consuela frowned as she took out her phone.

Her head ached as she saw the name "sister" on the screen.

During a period of time, she almost forgot her family, but she didn't tell them.

She didn't know whether she should answer it or not.

She raised her finger gently. When she just wanted to connect, her mobile phone had turned off. It seemed to solve a big problem for her.

She sat in a chair and took a nap. She was awakened by Cassie and was shocked when she faced the woman's face.

She covered her mouth with one hand directly. Frowning, Cassie said, "don't scream. I won't dig out your organs to sell them."

She said in a relaxing tone, but her expression carried weight inexplicably.

The loud voice of the two affected Consuela. Consuela felt the look in her eyes was filled with pity.

"Well..." She blinked and looked at Cassie, making a gesture to let go first, and she would never cry.

"Why are you sleeping here? The man who was hot tempered called you a moment ago, but your phone was turned off. He was frightened." Cassie looked at her up and down, frowning.

He was worried about the baby.

"My calf was cramping, so I was sitting here to have a rest. But I fell asleep before I could think of anything." She replied as she scratched her head, her face sincere.

In most pregnant women, their calves had been cramped several times. Some of them had got extremely inflamed.

Cassie glanced at her with doubt and said, "Okay. I'll give you a massage later. You can go back to the ward first."

She was telling the truth. When Richie had called her and heard a cold, emotionless mechanical female voice over the phone.

A hint of uneasiness flashed through the man's eyes, and his face darkened. She didn't want to hear he blame Tim on the phone again.

When she left the ward, she saw the woman sleeping on a chair.

"Okay, thank you." Consuela smiled politely.

As soon as she entered the ward, she saw the man with a totally darkened face. He sneered and said, "I thought you were going to run away."

He fixed his eyes on her, and his heart was back to where it had been.

"I'm not that stupid. I don't know what to do without you. I'm living a good life and I don't want to challenge your authority to escape."

Consuela shrugged her shoulders. She was a clever woman, but not at all reassuring.

She looked experienced, but her eyes still exposed her whole thoughts.

"After the baby is born, you really need to improve your acting skill," said Richie ironically.

After all, all for baby.

She answered stiffly, "if you want to help, I don't mind one more technical stuff." Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Perhaps she really had the talent to act. Even if her heart was not happy, she could still be happy on the face.

Cassie didn't come to the ward to give her a massage. After all, it was just an excuse. She didn't take it seriously.

However, the man seemed to change his character. He patted the empty bed beside him and said, "Your leg has cramped again? Let me help you rub it. "

With her eyes widened in shock, Consuela thought that she might have seen a ghost. She couldn't believe that the man in front of her was such an easy-going man!

"I don't like to repeat it." He looked at the woman in front of him and smiled.

Consuela immediately jumped out of the bed and gave him a flattering smile. "Thank you very much."

Consuela could tell from his unskillful moves that he hadn't done that before. He must have tickled her a lot.

Her loud laughter reverberated in the ward, but the man with high self-esteem wouldn't let go until she couldn't laugh any more.

The muscles of the smile on her face became stiff.

"Do you want to keep smiling or cooperate with me?" He looked very pale. Perhaps he was too angry.

Startled by his gloomy tone, Consuela stopped laughing. A moment later, she couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

They slept in the same bed at night.

As usual, he held her in his arms and fell asleep, and Consuela didn't feel embarrassed anymore.

Instead, she was in deep sleep. Suddenly, she felt it was terrible to get used to it.

Maybe in the future she would be unable to give up, and would be helpless.

The next day, after finishing dressing the wound, Cassie asked her with a smile, "that massage last night made you really satisfied, didn't it?"

She smiled mischievously. She could see at a glance that it was her who had taught him the idea.

Consuela rubbed her forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She had been suffering from cramps in her calves, and so did her facial muscles today?

Looking at the eager eyes of the woman, Consuela nodded obediently.

Meanwhile, she turned her head and asked, "when will he be discharged from the hospital?"

Richie seemed not to be different from normal people except wearing sick clothes. He looked extremely healthy.

Why did he have to stay in the hospital for so long?

Cassie's eyes twinkled. It was obvious that she didn't want to talk about it for too long. So she made a joke, "He has a chronic disease and the treatment is complicated.

You see, he has to do all kinds of medical examinations and infusion every day. He doesn't seem to be as healthy as before."

The words was so hard for Consuela to swallow. She must be telling the truth.

Besides work, the man carried out all kinds of complicated inspection every day. One of his hands was still covered with bruises.

Suddenly Cassie teased. She blinked her eyes mischievously and said, "what's wrong? Are you worried about him?"

In fact, she still couldn't figure out Consuela's true feelings for Richie.

It was impossible to say that she didn't care about him. But she never cared about him sincerely.

Maybe she just didn't care about him as much as she thought, but, alas...

"Yes. I've been worried about him." Consuela said with a reassuring smile.

When the woman didn't respond to her but smiled at her, Consuela realized that she had been fooled.

As expected, the man behind her said in a lukewarm voice, "I accept your concern."

He then cast a scornful glance at Consuela, which made her blush bright red.