Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 168 Photos Exposed (12)

On the other hand, Baron took Debbie away with him. The path was deep and desolate. The woman tried to throw the man's hand away, but it was in vain.

Seeing that the light wasn't going to penetrate the road in the distance, she got anxious at once. "What on earth do you want to do?"

After the party, he dragged her directly to the back of the villa regardless of her will. What did he want to do?

Baron stopped. The artificial stone group was behind him. The street lamps in the distance cast a sidelong glance at his head. He could see the panic on her face clearly.

He smiled and touched the woman's face. Standing against the light, he couldn't observe his expression at the moment, but his voice was gloomy and gentle.

"You are always so afraid of me, no matter what kind of promise I make."

Her face was caressed by the man's warm palm, and it was refined to stroke every curve of her face. The soft touch made him feel happy.

It was a huge threat to her.

She couldn't annoy this temperamental man now.

"Can you stop looking at me like this?" She could not stand his sharp eyes any longer, so she had to look up at the man's head.

Baron nodded with a smile, then he lowered his head and kissed Debbie directly on her lips, letting out a satisfied sigh between their lips.

"Debbie, don't be afraid. I'll help you get rid of everything you don't want to see."

When he finished, his forehead touched hers. Warm breath sprayed on her face with an indescribable taste.

It was not until she was taken to his master bedroom in the Gu's house that she was still in a daze.

What on earth did Baron want to do?

"Don't keep me in suspense. Just tell me what you want from me."

Once they entered the big room with the smell of Baron, Debbie suddenly shook off the man's hand and widened her eyes like a vigilant cat. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Her paws had flicked out, waiting for the man to speak angrily.

Baron took a look at her, with a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth. "Go to sleep, I will go to prepare the changing clothes."

"No, I can go back later." Debbie pulled her gloves, frowned and refused directly.

It was just an act to make Mr. and Mrs. Gu feel relieved. But she had to leave when they left.

"Well, whatever." Baron raised his eyebrows and turned to sit on the sofa with a long leg crossed in a somewhat wantonly posture.

Without getting the answer she wanted to know, Debbie was unwilling to stay here any longer. She looked suspiciously at the man who suddenly became easy-going.

Then she walked straight to the door without saying a word. She tried to open the door handle with her hand, but she failed.

Bastard.

Looking at the woman who turned around and went to sit on the sofa, Baron said shamelessly, "You are still reluctant to leave me and want to stay with me."

It was a statement, with his trick not included. There was an undisguised joy on her charming face.

She looked at him with a strong chest and asked, "why don't you think that I stay just to make a fool of you?"

"I can only laugh when you are here."

That was a sweet word of mouth.

She raised her eyelids, weakly, and lay on the sofa as paralyzed as the real jovially, "I hope everything you're doing now is serious."

The man was slightly stunned, but he quickly adjusted his mood and said with a smile, "of course."

He did everything sincerely. Whether she believed it or not, it did exist.

"The door should have been locked by my mother. She has been urging me to get married these years."

"Okay."

Debbie responded coldly. Her eyelids were not lifted, but she turned her back to the man.

"If you act like this now, I will feel jealous. Although I don't know how to make you happy, I am happy."

Happy that she would be jealous because of him? She cursed in her mind, 'this psychopath!'.

Consuela had been relaxed from worries for a few days, but she had completely forgotten about the photos. She only set the date of their visit to her parents when the child was six months' old.

She wanted to reassure her parents so that they wouldn't have to force themselves to smile, but she made them worry about her in secret.

However, they did not force her to give up the child and to see the child's father.

It was time to make an end of the concession.

Even if she went separate ways with that man in the future, she should first take care of her parents.

She didn't want to be a secret mistress.

Her wet long hair fell over her shoulders. Richie lay down his work and took a good rest, drying her long hair expertly.

"I'll go to the hospital with you tomorrow."

"Don't you need to work?"

"My job is to raise the baby's mother,"

Amused by his words, Consuela didn't say anything else. She felt as if there was a lump of sugar in her heart, making her enjoy it.

This was really a very contradictory situation.

After her hair was almost dry, he took her by the hand to watch the newly showed movie. She had been longing to see it, but she hadn't seen yet.

Since she couldn't go to a cinema, they could watch together. On the whole, they were almost the same.

On the screen, the movie was on. Consuela was absorbed in watching the movie, but the man next to her seemed to be glued to the movie.

He rested his head on her shoulder. He didn't feel weird. But he didn't interrupt her and said anything bad.

It was not until she wanted to tell him that her shoulder was numb that she found that he was careless and disdainful.

As soon as she turned around, she saw the man's eyes that had not yet gathered up. She could not help but raise her eyebrows and ask, "You don't like this movie. Why do you have to force yourself to watch it?"

If the man gave a warm-hearted answer at this moment, she would be moved up a few floors. However, Richie never followed the routine.

He frowned and took a glance at the screen of his computer, it was a foreigner who was still rattling with foreign language. Then he leaned back on the chair behind him.

He lifted one hand and slowly pressed her shoulders. The posture was lazy and luxurious, like an authentic Persian cat.

Consuela then turned to look at the man with widened eyes. She was looking forward to the following.

"I just want to know what the hot play is talking about," said Richie seriously.