Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 76 If You Like Me (I)

There was no reply for a long time after he finished speaking.

The two of them kept silent, knowing that each other was sober, but no one was willing to break this sudden tacit understanding.

'Do you like him?'

She didn't know, but it was just not as hateful as before.

With a bitter smile, he buried his head in the woman's shoulder. And the sheets were not soft touched by his straight nose.

He had been proud all his life, but now he was defeated by a woman. He was expecting the result.

Although he felt that Consuela was afraid of him all the time, he could notice that there was a difference when he treated her better.

But, she was not sure if this kind of feeling could be called love.

Squinting her eyes, she tapped the man on the back lightly.

The words she wanted to say were all gone in the sparkling eyes of the man, which were filled with hope.

He was waiting for her answer.

'He is good at playing. Yes, shaking head; no, nodding.'

Consuela stared at him and nodded. When she saw the man's eyes become dim, she shook her head again and chuckled.

"Are you kidding me?" Richie asked, raising his eyebrows. His eyes darkened as he hugged her tighter.

She shook her head and explained, "of course not. It's just that I can't believe it."

She didn't realize that this man had a bad impression on her before. She always thought that now he was just having an infusion and his brain was not clear.

As for her doubt, well, if this man wanted to tease her, it was not necessary to lie with such words. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

But she thought he did all of these for the baby.

Putting one hand on the bed, Richie caressed her brows and eyes with the other hand. "I allow you to do whatever you want to say and do whatever you want to do. Don't be shy," he said in a husky voice.

As soon as the voice fell, he saw the woman's incredible eyes. She bit her lower lip and looked troubled.

The two of them were never on the same level.

How dare she be herself.

With a gentle sigh, Richie bowed his head and swallowed all her doubts, removed his fanatic thin lips, and kissed them gently.

His kiss was as elegant as he was. When his cool lips touched hers, she was no longer pushed away.

Everything finally came.

Being forced to move out of the ward, Cassie had no choice but to follow the man's order to move Consuela into his ward.

"If you don't take it easy this time, your mother will break your legs." Cassie narrowed her eyes and threatened.

The man's face was pale. His wound should have been cracked a lot, but he didn't say a word.

If it were not because he didn't resist it, he would not have been sent to the hospital in a hurry and his disease would not have been revealed to others.

Richie raised his hand and said coldly, "I know what I'm doing."

He acted like he didn't want to be seen at all. How could he know what he was doing.

Looking at the woman who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed and said nothing, Cassie shrugged her shoulders and left, feeling sad for her for three seconds.

She believed that Consuela was so unlucky to have this man.

Speaking of this, she seemed to have been a really bad person, for she had helped to set them up.

With these thoughts in her mind, Cassie touched her neck and left the ward, leaving them alone.

As the sun rose, Consuela woke up. She put his arm away from her waist, trying to get out of her dream.

"Morning!" a clear voice came above her head

Richie was a little lazy and sexy.

Raising her head, Consuela met his eyes. "Good morning," she greeted

This person must have been looking at her like this for a long time. When he received the response, his eyebrows curved into a smile. He looked like a child.

The child was both angry and happy. He would laugh as long as he got something they wanted, and cry when he lost it. It seemed to be clean.

"Let's get some more sleep, okay?" Richie asked in a gentle voice.

His hot body made her feel a little uncomfortable. Her face blushed again. She furrowed her eyebrows and asked worriedly, "when will you leave the hospital?"

It had been too long.

"Don't move before you recover completely. I'm not that easy to control." Richie replied indifferently

He even pinched her nose affectionately. His eyes, in a good mood, were slightly slanted up, sparkling with dark.

The woman's face was completely red, like a boiled shrimp. No more white skin could be found, except for her black grape like eyes.

"Should we keep a distance?" She blushed, but she pretended to be experienced and said in a trembling voice.

She couldn't tell if she was ashamed or excited.

Richie chuckled under his breath and teased, "Mind your own business."

His thin lips curved so light that no one noticed it.

With a medical record in her hand, Cassie saw them look at each other with affectionate eyes. Suddenly, she felt a little sore in the teeth.

The cooks in the hospital canteen were getting worse and worse.

"Are you going to give candies to me in the daytime?"

The color drained from Consuela's cheeks. She could even tell from her blushing face that she was feeling a bit awkward when she looked at Richie who was as relaxed as a spring breeze.

They must have reconciled.

She didn't know how the stubborn man had managed to coax Consuela.

Although she was curious, she knew that they shouldn't be disturbed.

She took a step back under the man's stare, but crashed into Tim who was in a hurry.

Cassie muttered impatiently, "What's wrong with you? Is there a ghost chasing you in such a hurry?"

However, the man just ignored her and walked to the ward. He opened the door of the ward and began to report work, which was abnormally boring.

Her face was as red as an apple. She covered herself with the quilt quickly, ignoring the curious stares.

The well-equipped man opened the black folder. His voice was neither too loud nor too low, which made him completely darken his face.

Cassie, who felt it was inconceivable, rushed forward and dragged him out. She slammed the door to block the dim and dangerous sight of the man.

The woman pointed at Tim's nose and said: "Are you too busy with your work recently? You are so stupid that your eyes are not working well. Why are you talking about work seriously in such an ambiguous atmosphere?"

Was it really interesting to do so?

Tim took a step back, looked down at her, and was a little impatient. He said in a slightly cold voice, "Are you finished?"

His question was too righteous for Cassie, whose lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

Was there something wrong with Tim's brain?