Stuck In His Heart

Chapter 37 A Terrible Man (Part one)

It was already noon when he sent people away. Many people came to the office to give tasks, and they all saw the figure of Laura.

The atmosphere between them seemed a little ambiguous, but he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Someone helped him to finish a profitable cooperation. No matter how cold-blooded he was, it was impossible to throw this noisy person out now.

Wait until she can't continue, then find a reasonable reason and send her away with no harm on the surface.

"I’ll bring you some soup tomorrow. My family has hired a new good cook. I'm learning to cook from him," Laura said in an arrogant tone. But obviously, she softened her tone.

"Thank you," Richie nodded

As long as she was happy. Anyway, this woman did not dare to poison him in the soup.

‘Poison, Consuela.’

Richie shook his head and pushed away the woman's figure in his mind. She was indeed a ghost.

He wondered what kind of expression it would be when the woman saw her husband held by another woman's hand, who had just been married for one day.

The man raised his hand and slowly massaged his forehead, with a mysterious smile on his lips. In the empty office, it became the only beautiful scene.

When Tim was reporting to the medical equipment cooperation case, he could clearly feel that Richie was absent-minded.

Even when he raised his voice all of a sudden, Richie didn't frown, just focused on a certain point. It seemed that he was in a daze.

"The time for signing the contract is set next Monday. According to the request of the partner, you only have to be there personally." After Tim finished his report, the man still didn't make any response.

He had no choice but to ask, "Boss, are you in longing for love?"

With a snap, Richie knocked the pen on the table, turned his head and said gloomily, "Get out before I see you as a sandbag."

His words were more powerful than his curiosity. Just like he said, Richie was skillful in Kung Fu. He could knock Tim down in just ten rounds.

Tim left the door quickly and closed the door considerately.

The man sitting in the chamber got angry, which made him tremble with fear.

The man lied down on the leather chair. Two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned by him, but he still felt that there was something wrong with him, which made him look very tired.

In the evening, he returned to the villa after dinner. With a strong smell of alcohol, he walked steadily without being drunk. However, when he passed the living room, he paused slightly.

Someone lit the orange light on the other side of the living room. A little woman with hair dishevelled was sleeping on the sofa. It seemed that she was simply waiting for someone.

She wore pajamas. When Richie approached, he could smell the same fragrance of his Mint shower gel, cool and clean.

It was not the first time he saw her sleeping there, so it couldn't be the last time.

Unconsciously, he reached out and tried to pick her up. However, before his hand could touch her, she slowly opened her eyes. If it was not for the confusion in her eyes, he would soon doubt that she was pretending to be asleep.

"Why are you sleeping here?"

'What a woman! She just doesn't take the baby seriously. She's pregnant now. She can't huddle up in such a disgusting place, ' he thought.

Consuela stared at him with a teasing smile and said, "You haven't eaten yet, right? I have put the soup in a thermos flask for you."

She acted so naturally as if they had been married for a long time. Richie saw her stand up and look for the thermos flask. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Consuela cupped the bowl in her hands and urged, "Drink it now. Aren't you hungry?"

Her eagerness seemed to have poisoned him.

Richie took the thermos bottle and gripped her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look at him. "Is there aphrodisiac in it?"

He asked with a hint of ill will, but the woman frowned and said, "You smell so bad. I'm going to sleep."

As soon as she finished saying that, she got rid of his hand, turned around and lied down on the sofa again in a proper and appropriate posture.

The man sniffed the clothes on his body. It was just the strong smell of alcohol, and it was not as exaggerated as she said.

Helplessly, he put down the thermos bottle and carried her upstairs. He put her on the big bed in his bedroom and tucked her in.

Though it was not a big deal, it was not awkwardly disguised by his temperament.

Looking at the woman who breathed evenly, he said cruelly, "You'll suffer bitterly if the baby is dead because of you."

He turned off the lights and left, preparing to drink the warm soup, even though he just came back from a dinner party.

When the door was just closed, the woman in bed suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were bright, and the moonlight made her more fragile.

If she hadn't had a child, what she had to bear would have been beyond all her cognition. She clenched her fists and waved them in the air, but they were weak.

The only thing she could do was to act like just now, with her acting skill burst out and no one could tell what she was thinking.

She had always known that there was a huge difference between her and Richie, just like the gap was as big as the cloud and the earth.

But it was easy to make the two people who were totally different from the same world cross with each other.

She was forced to get married and almost gave up the job because of her pregnancy. The baby was her only protection.

The Ye Clan was satisfied with her, but they would never favor her when she was retaliated by Richie.

Thinking about it carefully, she found that she had no way back. She didn't want her parents to worry about her because of disobedience any more. Her sister had Harry, and it wasn't even more impossible to help her.

Half an hour later, Richie went back to the room. He walked into the bathroom directly with a bathrobe in his hand. He didn't say a word when he glanced at the woman who slept restlessly on the bed.

If the woman treated him this way out of instinct, she might have a place for him in her heart. To his surprise, he didn't have any antipathy.

What a hell.

The sound of splashing water kept coming out of the bathroom. Opening her eyes, Consuela looked at the frosted window with the light on. She could vaguely see Richie's rare good figure at night.

Her face was burning hot, and she simply turned her head and continued to roll over. She was very reluctant to sleep with a man, even if she was just tucked in.

It was like that she was afraid of a person to the extreme. As long as she heard anything about him, she would be frightened to pale on her face and lose all her strength.

Let alone slept on the same bed!

She was not strong at all. She even had a fragile heart occasionally. If it continued for such a long time, she must have a heart attack.