Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 127 The Transfer Period (2)

Feeling that she had been deceived, Consuela drew her hand back. Then she heard the clear laughter and a hoarse, clear voice.

"What are you afraid of? I'm your husband now. Whatever you do to me is legal." The man paused with a smile, "do you like the feeling of sneaking around?" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Now that there was a basin of dirty water pouring down her face, she pushed the man away, opened her eyes, grabbed the quilt and threw it on the man. Then she quickly got up and walked towards the bathroom.

"What are you going to do?" asked the man, confused

The woman answered in a strong voice, "I'm disinfecting myself."

"Don't you want to talk with me?"

The bathroom door slammed shut. The ground tossed the door a few times before it came back to peace. Richie sat in the seat where the woman had been.

His thin lips curved slightly, and his delicate features were lightened up by the soft sleep lamp in the room, which was somewhat cold and thin, but unconsciously became warm.

He couldn't believe that he would have taken shameless measures just because of the woman's words.

How could he change so much that he almost couldn't recognize himself.

While in the bathroom, Consuela turned on the tap and carried a handful of water, rushing to her face and washing it several times before she felt better.

She picked up the towel on the other side and slightly wiped the water from her face. She looked up at the half mirror and saw herself in a haggard and pale face.

Her lips were pale and cold like ice, and her eyes were lifeless like the eyes of the groom, Terence.

She suddenly felt that the two of them really looked like each other. One wanted to marry the childhood sweetheart he didn't like, and the other was forced to marry the father of her child.

Just as she was about to bemoan her fate, the bathroom door was opened all of a sudden. Surprised, she turned her head. All of a sudden, she closed her eyes.

After wiping her face, she looked down at the floor under her feet, trying to pass the man and walking out. "Do you want to use the bathroom?"

But today, he seemed to be addicted to laughing. Hearing her words, he did not make any reply. He just chuckled, as if in a very good mood.

When she lowered her head, she could see the corner of his white towel being tied again.

"I'm here to see my shy and unrealistic wife. I'm afraid that she has been suffocated to death in the bathroom. If the rumors get out, it will be hard to hear." Leaning against the door of the bathroom, he lifted his leg again to block her way.

His voice was low and sad. Consuela was so angry that she almost rolled up her sleeves and had a fight with him.

He could be so shameless, but she could not.

In no hurry, Consuela leaned against the washing basin and looked up at the man's perfect face. With a smile, she said, "I wasn't joking just now. You don't have to make fun of me anymore."

And she didn't change her mind at all. So no matter what he looked like now, he couldn't make her satisfied with her decision.

Now she was waiting the birth of her baby. She could still wait for a few months, but she must be in a bad mood.

"Consuela, what do you want me to do? The child will be traumatized when he is born without a mother or a father," Richie felt a little helpless. He took back his long legs and stood up, looking at the smiling woman.

He smiled, too, but there was no smile in the eyes of the two.

Such a topic really made them uncomfortable.

Ignoring the man's long face, Consuela heaved a sigh of relief and walked out of the bathroom. The man didn't reply her answer. He heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing her soft footsteps.

They have to wait like this for their child? Would they like to spend the rest of their life slowly and patiently with each other?

According to the man's nature, he could have a wife at home and many lovers outside. And she was under the control of him, but she could only stay in the room to live without husband every day.

If one day the child knew that she lived such a messy life, the child would be in deep fear.

The man walked behind her, but he didn't say anything more.

It seemed as if he was thinking about something or he was trying to deceive her.

The woman snorted and walked to the balcony, but her face was still pale. She leaned against the pink wall on the balcony and looked into the distance.

Now she looked like a caged canary that was carefully cared by someone. She seemed very free. But only she knew that she was in a cage.

The cage would never give her a chance to relax no matter where she went.

Consuela heaved a sigh of relief and said to the man next to her, "Take away those who care for me. Wherever I go, they follow, just about to follow me to the bathroom."

She was a pregnant woman, not an escaped prisoner. His arrangement was not to protect her, but to monitor. Although those people were hiding in the crowd, she could still find them.

He arranged for someone to take care of her. "If you run away, how can I find someone to get you back? From your parents?"

But the last sentence was also an invisible threat.

Then she raised her head and looked at the man. He was wearing an amazing face, a foxy smile on his face.

"Good for you, Richie."

The man reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, and didn't mind the woman's stare at him. "Both of us are good."

Suddenly, the young man's hands squeezed hard against his wife's cheeks, which made her face look like a bun.

However, the woman could do nothing but stared at him.

"Well... Let... go... " 'If you don't let me go, I'll give you a hard lesson.'

Richie knew what she meant. He said with a faint smile, "You kicked me in the shins. It's not enough to have only one heir. You'll be responsible for it."

He successfully intimidated Consuela. When she was about to raise her leg, he stood straight and looked at her with an indignant face.

He felt a little bored after he finished half of it. Then he loosened his grip, pulled the woman into his arms and held her tightly.

He only wore a bath towel on his waist, and there was a smell of mint from his body. He looked fresh and seductive.

Consuela was only wearing a bathrobe with straps. At such a close distance, she could feel the man's heartbeat, which was steady and powerful.

Plop, plop, plop, plop.

The woman's heartbeat was also speeding up.