Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 195 A Shameless Problem (1)

The question popped up out of nowhere and interrupted the silence between Consuela and Wendy. The other women beside didn't want to back up Mrs. Mu anymore, so they turned their topics to their interest.

Consuela swallowed hard and sighed with resignation. The topic of their conversation had been changed so much that she wanted to rush out of the house right now.

Her eyes betrayed her thoughts. The vice mayor's wife raised her hand, and a servant closed the door and left.

"That's right. According to the style of the Ye Clan, it must be a good wedding."

"Mrs. Ye, is this wedding in progress?"

Wendy squinted. She didn't know anything about the wedding. Even when the two people got married, they just knew it later.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but be influenced by the other people beside them. She looked at the silent daughter-in-law next to them, as if she also wanted to know the answer.

Consuela put down her glass and decided not to be impolite to them. She was under a lot of pressure as Wendy had changed her side.

As for wedding, she didn't know it at all. With the cold look of Richie, how could he hold a wedding for her in a big way?

Of course, she could only criticize him in her heart. If she had to be honest, she would not dare to do so.

Consuela smiled and bowed her head shyly. She buried her face in the shadow and said, "I'm not in a rush. It's not a good idea to get pregnant and wear a wedding dress."

Hence, the eyes of all people were fixed on her belly. It was true that her belly was too big to wear wedding dress carefully. Nobody wanted to have any regret on her first wedding.

"I heard that there is a new French restaurant in the downtown of L City." Someone shifted the topic to bring the other two people out of the noisy crowd.

Consuela heaved a sigh of relief. Then she turned to the other side of her and the back of her hand on the chair was patted by the woman beside her. With a smile, she replied, "I'm fine."

She looked at Mrs. Mu for a few more times and then said nothing. On the way home, as soon as she got in the car, Wendy asked her the same question.

"When are you going to prepare for your wedding? Didn't Richie tell you anything? "

Looking at the grim expression on the woman's face, Consuela shook her head in bewilderment. As the woman turned around, Consuela said in a low voice, "It's up to him."

She could only listen to him.

A touch of tenderness appeared in Wendy's eyes. She touched Consuela's long light hair and sighed, "What a good girl!"

Consuela smiled back at her without saying anything.

Although it was at night, Richie came back with full of the smell of alcohol, no one to accompany him. He had driven the car back himself. When Consuela sat on the sofa, taking a glance at the drunken man, she was taken aback.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

He really didn't take himself seriously, so she couldn't force him to treat her well.

There was a slight frown on Consuela's face as she watched the man walk up the stairs. He waved away Miranda the servant who was about to help him upstairs, and said with a frown, "You can help me when I'm getting disabled."

Since his tone was as strong as ever, Consuela couldn't help but follow him up the stairs and keep the safest distance of one meter.

When he was about to reach the bedroom, the man suddenly turned his head and pointed his toes at her. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Shouldn't you come over and perform your duty as a wife?"

There was no light in his eyes, which made her feel like walking on a dark desert with no end and giving up all hope.

Consuela was ready to retreat at any time when he spoke. Subconsciously, she took a step back. When she heard this question, she immediately stopped.

Her lips curved, revealing a small dimple on the corner of her mouth, which shined brightly. "What kind of obligation do you want me to perform now?"

He didn't fulfill his duty as a husband. She really didn't know where his face came from, so that he could scold her so openly. How could he treat her like this?

At the moment, Richie was in the state of half drunk and half awake. He really wanted to pretend to be drunk. He wanted to teach the woman well. Then he gently lifted the corners of his mouth and vividly presented the whole face line.

He quickly took a few steps forward and pulled the woman into his arms. As soon as he lowered his head, he kissed on the woman's rosy lips before she could react. When the tip of his tongue broke

through the grip on her lips, it ran into the teeth.

He opened his black eyes, smiled and reminded her, "You are my wife."

Her eyelashes fluttered and ran down the man's smooth skin, making him a little itchy. The mysterious smile on his face widened.

They were not real couple. It was nothing more than a marriage certificate. But it seemed to only confine her.

Consuela didn't struggle against him but said indifferently, "You're drunk."

Perhaps the man hadn't expected such a reaction from her, so he had to retort, "I'm very sober now."

After getting drunk, he could not even walk steadily. How could he be able to control his body as well as now.

"Okay," She sighed, as if she was speaking other things, but she didn't say anything.

The smell of alcohol and nicotine rushed into her nose. It was a butterfly effect, which made her frown.

"You really like torturing me," Consuela sighed with emotion.

"Don't talk nonsense. You are not cute at all." With a harsh tone, he pinched the woman's cheek mercilessly.

Biting her lower lip, Consuela glared at him. She felt comfortable as long as the pleasant smell of cigarettes and wine was gone.

The moonlight spread through the floor to ceiling window on the two people who were hugging each other. A breeze blew, blowing away their scent.

"Speak it out when I'm in a good mood."

"You will tell me the answer?"

"Up to your question if it is reasonable."

As she raised her head, she made it right into the man's chin. Feeling a little frightened, she lowered her head quickly and asked in a sullen voice, "So? How did you think it is reasonable or not?"

She couldn't believe that this man would be so kind that he would answer every question she asked.

"It all depends on my mood, of course." Richie explained with a smile, his eyes sparkling.

Consuela bumped into the man's face carelessly. She felt like her soul was going to be sucked away by the man. Then, the smile on the man's face changed its meaning.

With his eyes slightly raising, his lips curved into a playful smile. He intimately lowered his head and rubbed her nose with the tip of his nose. "Is this face so attractive to you?"

What a shameless question.