Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 157 Photos Exposed (Part one)

And all of these started because of her. But when she was in the mall, she was armed to the teeth and she had never been to news or entertainment, so that no one would recognize her.

However, it was a piece of news about this man. Maybe tomorrow it could pull Harry down from the headline

After receiving the instruction, the doctor who rushed in started to open the medical kit. He raised his thick glasses and asked, "Miss, how do you feel?"

"Yes, Mrs. Richie" Tim who was behind the doctor added slowly.

Richie, who was sitting next to her, raised his eyebrows and felt relieved. He looked much better now.

The hardworking doctor raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face. Looking at the pale and young woman in front of him, he asked, "Mrs. Richie, how do you feel?"

This kind of delay would be still his fault in the end. He was taken away from the table and just was showed the credentials, without saying a word.

Now he just realized that it was a woman who got hurt.

Amused by his words, she pointed at her injured leg and said, "I just sprained my ankle, and I couldn't walk anymore. I don't care much about it."

The doctor lifted the bottom of a trouser leg and looked at her swollen ankle. His face was obviously relaxed. "There is no serious problem. It's just a simple sprain. There is no protection after taking care of it. Apply something to subside the swelling later. Go back to rest..."

The doctor said a few words and then was sent away by Tim.

When the doctor told her that she was okay, she sat on the chair and kicked with the other healthy leg. Then she looked at Richie provocatively and said, "I told you not to go to the hospital. Don't you see I'm fine?"

"Heartless." Richie watched her face, her body movements, and finally said helplessly.

He got up and approached her. Squatting down, he looked at her ankle and asked, "is it still painful?"

Consuela stopped kicking when Richie walked up to her. When he looked at her attentively, a cloud floated over her face.

"Not any more." She shook her head. After seeing this face, she forgot all the pain.

Before she was able to finish it, the angel like man raised his hand and twisted her foot. In a second, the screaming resounded through the entire floor.

"You are insane!" Consuela howled.

After the doctor left, Tim, who was going to open the door to be the third wheel, was forced to stop by the roar. He strode towards the gate as if nothing had happened.

He didn't want to be looked at coldly by Richie again. Better to leave at once.

"What the hell? If your scream made me deaf, can you afford to pay the price?" He lifted his head and looked at the woman discontentedly. Then he released his hands from her ankles and took a few steps back before the woman realized what she was going to do.

"You're such a crazy bastard," said Consuela.

She stood up and was going to teach the man a lesson, forgetting her identity and his ability to beat up a man who was 1.8 meters tall with bruises all over his face.

She just wanted to vent her anger.

"How heartless! Don't you feel anything wrong?" This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with your brain? I... " Wait, there seemed to be nothing wrong with her leg.

Soon she came to her senses and looked up. She saw Richie's half smiling face and changed to a lackey. "Are you hot or thirsty? After talking so much, do you want to have a rest?"

The disdain in his eyes was not disguised at all, but his voice was very cute. He said in a spoiling tone, "Well, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do with you?"

Furious, Consuela shrugged her shoulders and sat back to the chair after being told not to do anything.

The doctor came over and spoke a lot but failed to make use of it.

Thanks to the minor blow by Richie, she was much better, but the swelling on it was still swelling, not fading away.

The man glanced at it and told her not to move. He turned back and walked out of the room, then came back with an ice bag in his hand.

When he left, Consuela ran her eyes over the spacious room again and said, "This is a wonderful place for you to keep a mistress."

The man sitting in front of her rolled up her pants to keep her steady. He lowered his head so that no one could see his expression. But his sneer was very obvious in the empty space.

"What are you laughing at?" She lowered her head and looked at the back of his head. She wanted to raise her hand to smooth those disobedient short hair, but stopped halfway.

Hearing the shocking and harsh sound, Richie put ice on her and asked, "Are you jealous now?"

The woman raised her head, raised her eyebrows, and denied, "No, of course not. I just thought of it when I saw the place."

It was not because she was sensitive or suspicious, but because the layout of this place was really difficult not to be misunderstood.

The curtains were heavy and European style with complex patterns. The whole room was quite open, and there was no bathroom except for an open-air bathtub in a corner in the west.

The decoration gave people an illusion that they were spending their honeymoon with their ulterior motives.

Even though they hadn't experienced anything, they would not simply think that staying alone in a hotel would be a kind of convertible treatment.

"It's just the evil interests of friends. Thinking too much would easily hurt your brain." Richie lowered his head and answered indifferently.

Of course not. Consuela lifted up the toy on the nearby table. It was a rabbit made of wool. It looked like a beautiful doll.

His eyes sparkled with a cunning smile, and from the corner of his eye, he could see the earnest side of his face. He leaned back slightly, so that she could observe him more quietly.

To be honest, this time, in her eyes, he really was a nice man. She couldn't tell whether she liked him or not.

He had helped her a lot when she was in a difficult position. But as time went by, she became more and more attracted by him.

When he saw that her feet could not stand on the ground, he suddenly said in disgust, "It's the first time I've found that your legs are short."

Before the woman realized what had happened, he also raised his hand to compare her distance from the ground, and shook his head helplessly.

"You have no idea. I did an amputation to save a kid who ran a red light," she continued, gritting her teeth.

She lied without making a draft. She also felt that she said it very well. Her little face began to turn red, but it was not annoying.