Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 138 Dealing With The Rival In Love (6)

Debbie spit out the apple core, looked up at his unworldly face, frowned and said, "Now that you know you are shameful, hurry up and leave."

Then she stood up to find the trash can. The man behind her was busy going to open the door. She couldn't wait to throw the fruit core but grasp him back.

"Let go." After taking a glance at Debbie, Baron finally looked at the place where she gripped.

'She must be deliberate. She is going to press me with the apple core. If she were a strong man, I would have an inlaid tattoo in my hand.'

"Thank you very much, sir. You are really handsome and kind, but my friend is in such a bad mood that she even wants to burn all the men in the world to death." Debbie changed her face quickly and loosened her grip.

With a wave of her hand, she threw the fruit core into the trash can by her side. Then she folded her hands together with a pleading expression on her face.

Looking at Debbie with a faint smile, Baron said, "Are you caring about me?"

He picked up a piece of tissue from the drawer and wiped off the juice and the marks which had turned red. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

"Yes, you are right. I am just worried about you." Debbie was about to grab him again, but the man stepped back with disgust.

After he nodded his head, Baron walked towards the bathroom. At the moment, Debbie was about to rush in and pull him back.

The bathroom door was closed by the man. She could only see a vague figure through the frosted door.

However, his clean and indifferent voice was very clear. "If you really worry about me, you should let me out to see your friend.

And introduce me to her"

But he heard a sneer from outside the bathroom. "Are you shameless, Baron?"

She had tolerated everything and turned a blind eye to his attempt to invade her life. But did he really forget what he had done before?

The sound of water stopped. The man opened the grinding door and looked down at the woman who was about to fall down due to her close distance. He raised his hand in a hurry to help her up.

The man, however, took a step back quietly. After barely stabilized his body, his tone of speech was no longer flustered as before. He seemed to have no sense of crisis.

"You can do whatever you want. If you don't leave, I'll go." After glancing at him, she walked towards the door with confidence.

The man behind her smiled helplessly. "I can take that as your concern for me."

When she looked back, she found no man in the empty room. It seemed that he had never appeared. Everything was only her imagination.

The beige curtain was waved up and down by the wind and swayed her heart that had just been set free.

She tossed her head and threw the sheet cover mixed with the man's smell to the washing machine.

She opened the door and walked out. "Do you want to have some fish for lunch?" she asked the woman, who was sitting on the sofa and watching the cartoon intently.

With a teasing smile, Consuela raised her eyebrows and replied, "I like everything you cook."

But she could not help but look to the door behind the woman, pretending to know nothing. She asked her innocently, "What are you doing in the room? Staying there for such a long time?"

Debbie laughed and went straight to the kitchen, "I'll cook the fish and you shall continue fetal education."

Looking at the figure of Debbie who obviously escaped, Consuela sighed helplessly and ran her eyes over the closed door.

After lunch, Debbie once again made the bed. She asked Consuela to take a nap first, so that she could have a good rest and make plans for her afternoon activities.

One slept on the head of the bed and the other on the end. On the balcony, there was a newly washed light green bed sheet and quilt cover.

Debbie asked, "What are you going to do next?"

As for the big boss who was honest and upright, she was actually a little confused. Maybe that woman was just a distant relative of him!

Wasn't this the way in the TV series at 8 o'clock?

Consuela was silent. She didn't talk to her anymore. As a matter of fact, she wasn't interested in the answer.

At that time, the woman's face was really as white as paper and then as black as the bottom of a pot, which made her feel really worried, let alone there was a child in her belly.

If pregnant women were happy or sad, it would have a certain impact on their own children.

Debbie patted her belly and lost in her thought, "Let me tell you. Men care more about their face after they are in power. If he shows up in the shop like this, he will surely be shot by the paparazzi and there will be tens of millions of people investigating the woman."

"Shut up now. I don't want to know why there is an ashtray in your house." Consuela pulled out the pillow under her head, threw it to the woman who wanted to say something more.

When she heard the words, Debbie was stiff. She was hit by the pillow and made a gesture that she was zipped up her mouth.

She swore that she wouldn't say one more word, and looked at Consuela sincerely. Being at a loss for words, Consuela closed her eyes.

Consuela leaned her head against the headboard. She kept thinking about the time when the two persons got along with each other.

In fact, they were not that close. It was just that they were not so familiar with each other.

She told the man that she was going to the mall, but she didn't expect that the man was there as well. Unluckily, they met.

It was not until now that she felt the indescribable humiliation. The two had stood on opposite steps from beginning to end.

"Why are you crying? It's just a man. Do you think you should? There are so many men on the street. Why do you cry so hard?" Debbie got up in a hurry to take the tissues, comforting Consuela while at a loss.

She was not good at soothing people and didn't know much about love.

At this moment, looking at the woman who sobbed, she was really worried about her very much. It was hard to imagine that this woman loved the boss so much. Now, the feelings she released were somewhat inexplicable.

"I... Hiccup... Nothing... " Stuttered Consuela as she went on, giving a loud hiccup.

Debbie was amused by her words. She felt exasperated at her foolishness. "If you go on like this, you will soon become the goblins in the Secretary Office in Sruthan Building," she said

They were really fans of the big boss.

She didn't realize that she was involved in this.

Consuela stopped crying and her eyes became as red as a rabbit's. She sighed helplessly, "Perhaps it's because of the pregnant woman's physique. I often feel sad. I always feel like I am abandoned by the whole world."

"You are just like a woman who lost her husband after her child was dead and are driven out of the house and you have no property." She raised her eyebrows and wanted to shake her up.