Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 73 What The Hell Is Going On With You (2)

Life was peaceful. However, Consuela could feel that her state of mind had changed.

She didn't want to stay with this man for too long.

The man sat on the balcony deck chair, wearing a pair of gold rimmed glasses. From the corner of his eye, he saw the woman standing up. "Where are you going?"

"Let me get some hot water." Consuela explained calmly, without a blush on her face.

She picked up the hot water bottle in front of him and left directly. Wearing a loose thick coat, she looked like a moving ball from a distance.

She did gain a lot of weight.

The man on the video call was about to discuss, but the handsome man stopped talking.

"Our cooperation on medical equipment...Mr. Richie, are you listening?"

His question brought him back to his senses. Richie cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry. Please continue."

After a long time, the woman still didn't come back. It seemed that she was avoiding him deliberately.

After doing the rehabilitation examination, he found that she was asleep. He got up and went downstairs to have a walk and she was sleeping. After she woke up, she began to leave with various excuses.

He wouldn't believe if there wasn't anything wrong with her.

He wondered what Consuela had done to make her escape from him.

As Consuela was just a few steps away from the ward, her phone rang. It was Sheryl calling.

"Why didn't you answer your phone? Is there anything wrong with you? Don't keep anything to yourself. Tell me. "

Before she could answer the phone, Sheryl had spoken out a barrage of words of concern, which made Consuela upset.

She could not say anything.

Trying to compose herself, she said in a soft voice, "Sister, it's my phone. You might be worried about me, but I'm doing great here. Nothing happened."

She stomped on the ground and drew circles on the ground. Impatience and restless were all expressed in minor details.

Sheryl's lips twitched. She had heard that Consuela had become the center of attention at her classmate gathering.

What was more, she was also carrying a young and talented man with her. Sheryl believed that no matter what happened, this young and talented man would never fall in love with Consuela.

She didn't know which website she hired such a temporary worker.

"That's good. But mum and dad miss you so much recently. No matter how busy your work is, you can't forget your family, right?" She paused for a while and continued, "by the way, take your boyfriend home so that we can check on you."

Frowning, Consuela ended the call perfunctorily. When she turned around, she saw the man standing at the door of the ward, smiling.

Startled, Consuela accidentally dropped the hot water bottle and her phone on the floor.

The phone was filled with hot water and it was now steaming. She finally found an excuse for changing her phone at ease.

As soon as he saw the mobile phone soaked under the water, he suddenly looked up at the woman in front of him and asked, "have you done anything wrong to me?"

He saw that she even could not hold the things steadily. What on earth did she do? Why did she react like this?

Ignoring Richie's mocking smile, Consuela sneered and said coldly, "I guess you're suffering from persecutory delusional disorder."

She turned around to find something to clean up the mess on the ground, but her hand was suddenly grabbed by him without mercy. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

She frowned and exclaimed in a low voice. As she started speaking, her lips were pressed by his. The minty scent flowed into her body.

The man had always been a calm tone.

For the sudden madness of his behavior, Consuela thought that he might have woken up by the fact that the rabies factors he had hidden in his body for years.

His kiss was like wild animals' bites. There was a faint smell of blood in his mouth. Consuela was confused and could not tell who bit her lips.

The oxygen in the air was dimmed, and Consuela's hands were separated. Burning with anger, Consuela tried to push him away, but to no avail.

Then a voice exclaimed, "oh my God, there is a camera installed here."

Cassie had intended to enjoy the show, but the man was so enthusiastic that she couldn't help interrupting him.

She hadn't expected that the man who was as cold as ice could be so hot that he could become so fierce. She was quite daunted.

Richie slightly loosened his grip on the woman, turned his head and said to Cassie, "Get out."

Hadn't been threatened by this imposing manner, Cassie exclaimed. Looking at that man with chill eyes, she was about to turn around and leave when a crisp slap stopped her.

The man pushed her away with his hand and a side of his pale face was imprinted with a red palm print, which was horrifying red.

The blood streamed down the wound. The man's face was as dark as the bottom of a pan, and his eyes were slightly narrowed and filled with coldness.

It was even colder than that in winter, so he couldn't warm up with too many clothes on.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "do you want to die?"

Being pushed a few steps backward, Consuela fell down on the chair. Her abdomen hit hard on the chair.

She felt great pain.

"Isn't this what you want?" Raising her head, Consuela stared at him and sneered. She didn't know what he would do to her after she slapped him across the face.

She decided to throw caution to the wind.

Cassie was too shocked to speak, keeping a very strange expression.

'Oh my God! Were they eaten fire?'

When she saw the long face of Consuela, she immediately helped her stand up.

"Are you out of your mind, Richie? Can't you think about your baby?

A bad father like you should be forlorn and have no descendants."

No matter what had Consuela done, she was a pregnant woman now and she needed to be taken good care of.

Richie's face was stirred. He looked at the woman in Cassie's arms and sneered. He went straight to his ward.

"Are you okay, Consuela?" Cassie did not have time to look at the man's face, and quickly asked the woman who was clearly abnormal.

Even though she had scolded him very hard just now, she had no choice but to protect the baby.

Shaking her head, Consuela struggled to stand up and replied, "I'm fine."

Then came the cold and unreasonable voice of that man, "don't pretend to be pitiful here. Get out of here."

Huh, he said 'get out' not to appear in his sight.

Cassie looked at the woman in silence, patting her on the back and comforted her softly, "don't think too much about that madman. He is just an intermittent insane."

"Thank you. I'm fine."

He didn't expect that the woman who didn't look like her friends would be the one who comforted her.