Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 48 The Baseline Of Three Years Ago (5)

She couldn't afford to offend this man, and even in such a humiliating situation, she didn't dare to act on impulse.

She had cried too often that she had lost the strength to hold back her tears.

The oxygen became more thin. When she was about to die of oxygen deficiency, the man raised his head from her body slightly gasping and his eyes were replaced by strong lust.

He lifted the corners of his mouth and said, "If you want to know more about my past, I don't mind doing something right here."

He looked at her with evil and disgusting eyes. The madness in his eyes was shocking.

"Don't you know the baby in my belly?" she whispered, hoping to wake him up.

"The baby? Consuela, how precious do you think your baby is?" Richie sneered.

"You bastard."

At this moment, Consuela realized that if she wanted to be a thoughtful bosom sister, her baby might be the price.

She had never fully understood how terrible this man was, and he actually didn't care about the baby at all.

He generously answered, "You still can't escape the bastard's control."

But in the next second he fell into deep thought. He frowned deeply.

While he was pondering on something, Consuela pushed him away and ran away with a glass of water.

She couldn't afford to provoke him, but she could always avoid him.

However, she did not see the man behind her suddenly sighed long breath. His eyes were blank and helpless, as if he had removed all the lead to reflect himself.

The woman ran to the guest room and locked the door. She didn't hold the tea cup tightly and the light cyan tea cup fell into pieces.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her belly, and she weakly slid down the floor against the door.

Today, she was jogging around and the baby finally began to give her dissatisfaction.

Tears came down again when she touched her belly. She was caught off guard.

Now her only way out was to keep the baby in her womb. But if she didn't get smart enough, that man might destroy it.

Fear, like a seed, once buried deep in her heart, was now nourished by him, taking root and sprouting, and implanted into her bone.

She wouldn't let herself meet him even if she was beaten to death if she had a second life.

Fate was a funny thing for her. She had dreamed too much about finding a decent husband who would respect her and care about her.

She had used to select the person called Harry, but it would never be again.

Her life had become more and more depraved since she met Richie.

If there was something in the world that supported her to go on, it would probably be her family and the baby in her womb, her last hope.

However, she didn't have the ability to protect them well at all.

The only thing she could do now was to shed tears of grief as a weak person, and occasionally she would lose her temper and shout.

But she was so weak and useless.

The man in the living room stood up and turned off the light left on purpose. He returned to darkness alone and sat on the sofa without doing anything else for a long time.

If it wasn’t for that woman, he would have died of alcoholism.

He got up from the sofa and went to the wine cabinet to pick out the red wine, one after another. Without his usual care, now he just wanted to paralyze the nerves.

But it seemed that his brain was completely immune to alcohol. The goblet with scarlet wine liquid was peeled from the man's hands without warning.

It was noiseless broken, stained the expensive carpet.

He staggered his body towards the study. Every step seemed to have exhausted his strength. There was an obvious mixture of unwillingness and resignation.

His face was as pale as the white moonlight, amazingly indifferent. At this moment, Richie didn't even know what he was doing.

His mind went blank.

This was the most serious reaction after he was outlining his memory. He lost all the abilities he could have and lived in a state of depression, like a homeless man with no purpose.

Over the years, he had tried to hide his true feelings.

The study was very large and looked like a library. He turned on the light and took out a book from a row of heavy English books.

He picked up the key in the book, swayed to the desk, opened the drawer with the key and found a picture from a covered document.

The corner of the photo began to turn yellow, which did not match age, as if it had been dried after being soaked in water.

Richie lowered his head and kissed the woman in the photo. He gently sighed.

This photo was left when he wanted to take a secret photo of her. As soon as he raised the camera, the girl turned her head around with a smile.

Her golden hair, white dress and teeth were as bright as the sky, and the surroundings were gradually disappearing. At that time, she was so innocent and naive, like an angel.

She treated others very well, but she could only live in other people's memories. He was missing her when he was in pain, but when he was forced to forget her, she was blocked.

The next day, when they met again at breakfast, Richie looked much better than yesterday, but still looked as distant as usual.

However, since Consuela was still afraid of him, she didn't say a word or move her body closer to him. Silently, she ate her breakfast.

For more than ten minutes, they didn't even look at each other. No one knew whether they did it on purpose or not.

After he finished his meal, he stood up and glanced at the woman who was still fighting with her food. He didn't change his face and left.

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He was so unrestrained. His black wind coat was blowing backward with the wind, which made him look like a model.

Consuela savored the food and pondered hard on how to deal with this man. A night had passed and he looked like a decent man now, but she still couldn't let it go.

Now she was confused. She wondered what had happened three years ago.

She wondered how unacceptable it was and why the man got angry as soon as it was mentioned.

And now she really didn't know how to face Richie. What could she do if she went back to the company?

Suddenly, a thought flashed in her mind. She remembered the famous young doctor yesterday.

They had a good conversation yesterday, so perhaps she could know something from her.

Even if she didn't want to tell him, she could go out for a walk. Hiding in a villa and feeling depressed had a bad impact on the baby's development.

Besides, Richie didn't say that she could only stay in the villa.

After making up her mind, Consuela ate her breakfast quickly. After telling Emily about that, she rejected Emily's request for taking care of her and left for HR Hospital.

Being involved in such an incident, she always had doubts and looked for any possibilities.