Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 198 A Weird Call (2)

She felt too ashamed to go to her bedroom and slept on the same bed with that man as they had a fight just now. And she didn't want to turn off the wall lamp. She opened her eyes wide and could only sigh faintly.

She was becoming more and more coward.

Right then, the phone was hung up. The annoying voice disappeared. She got out of bed and poured herself a glass of water.

When she passed the corridor, her eyes inevitably stayed on the door of the master bedroom for a few seconds. Then she forced herself to walk away under the bright light without any attachment.

She looked calm, but she felt restless in her heart.

She didn't sleep well, just like riding a restless ship. She always changed the direction when she was about to ashore.

She herself even gave up the treatment. And the dream never came to an end.

Consuela opened her eyes, hiding the last trace of fear in her heart. She picked up the pillow used to block her vision the day before, held the mobile phone and dared not press the button yet.

She stared at her mobile phone awkwardly for a few minutes, and then her heart almost jumped out of her chest when the phone suddenly lit up.

She didn't realize that she was wrong until her phone was thrown into the bed and the battery on her phone was powered off.

Even though she knew it was her fault, she still couldn't muster up courage to ask herself to reassemble the phone and start it again.

No matter who it was, she was not in the mood to deal with it at the moment.

She took a deep breath and walked out of the room. Just at this time, she ran into the man who opened the door. She looked at that man in a suit and did not show any expression on his face.

It was the nature of a boss to pay employees salary, and this was not like making trouble at some time.

Raising her lips, Consuela wanted to say hello to the man, or say hello to him with a smirk on her face. But when the man walked past her with a sullen face, she decided to ignore him.

They were quite suitable for going their own ways.

The light lingered on his dark suit, but in the end it only illuminated one side of the color, and the heat emitted into the coat at last.

And she was just enjoying the warmth in silence.

The atmosphere at the table was quite embarrassing. The man, who was determined to leave after breakfast, put down the newspaper, looked down at his watch, and then left the table elegantly.

When the man touched the handle of the door, the woman's voice sounded neither too high nor low, soft and pleasant, and her tone was simple and sincere.

"Can I go out for a walk? If I continue to stay here, I will become ill."

Richie raised his hand and loosened his tie that had just been tied up. He looked back at the woman who was restless and afraid of being rejected, and said coldly, "After pregnancy, if the mother suffers from mental illness, the child's genetic probability will not be high."

The woman who had been thinking about fighting for a long time was deeply hurt by his words. How could he be so rude to her?

"I..."

"I know how things go between mom and you." Suddenly, he turned around, and his slanted eyes kept her from smiling, as if he had seen through her.

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. She felt like she had no privacy in front of this man.

He seemed to be able to know the mind of this person through a tiny move of her, not to mention that for her who was monitor at any time, it was easy to guess what was in her mind.

"But if you can come back before seven o'clock every day, I can think about it," he added.

"No problem." Consuela was shocked by his words. In order to prove her determination, she nodded repeatedly.

Richie still stood at the door, tall and straight, like an unsheathed sword, hiding his own murderous spirit.

Consuela felt that she couldn't figure out the man any more.

He hadn't put pressure on her yet, but he was so cooperative. So did he just want to frighten her by saying that at the beginning?

Before this thought reached deep in her mind, it was ruthlessly strangled by her. The man's cold eyes were so sincere that Cassandra believed that he didn't just want to frighten her.

Perhaps it was because of the series of events that had happened recently.

She didn't even dare to tell that man about the weird phone call she had received last night, but now she finally had the courage to make it, but that man suddenly left.

She kept all her words to herself and could only look up at him leaving, then eat alone the tasteless breakfast.

If life was a cheap dark color dress, then her former lively and colorful color was washed by water, but now, she had no way back, no color could replace.

"Mrs. Richie, please try this." Miranda became very enthusiastic all of a sudden, with a various styles of fruit in her hand, and she was constantly playing up to her.

When she was chewing the orange, she surveyed Miranda from head to toe, but didn't find anything unusual.

It was also unusual for Nancy to stand in front of her to block her from watching TV. She asked, "Mrs. Richie, should I cook for Mr. Richie this evening?"

After chewing the orange, Consuela grinned foolishly recently and then she obviously felt that the temperature was dropping. Nancy watched her for a while and nodded. "Mrs. Richie let Mr. Richie hire a few body teachers for you tomorrow."

Nancy said these words but not questions. She told Consuela calmly that she needed to face a shape teacher to instruct how to do things.

As the young mistress of the Ye Clan, when she went out, she should act like a bully, not a grass being bullied.

Consuela nodded and asked, "Nancy, why do you always block my TV?"

She didn't block it by accident, but every movement had a sense of intention, which made Consuela feel uneasy from the bottom of her heart.

She stood up and looked at the TV from the woman's back. Then she saw Richie's face covered with smiles. He just frowned slightly under the strong flashlight, indicating that he couldn't accept it.

However, since he didn't stop his moves, Consuela felt a sharp pain in her heart. However, his small moves made Consuela suffer completely and sink down slowly, as if she had caught something terrible.

The more control she had, the more desire she had. The more indulgent she was, the more wild she was and she couldn't give up. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.