Stuck In His Heart

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.

pain in her belly, and she weakly slid down the

jogging around and the baby finally began

she touched her belly.

way out was to keep the baby in her womb. But if she didn't get smart enough,

seed, once buried deep in her heart, was now nourished by him, taking root and sprouting,

herself meet him even if she was beaten to

thing for her. She had dreamed too much about finding a decent husband who would respect her

the person called Harry, but it would never be

life had become more and more depraved since she met

was something in the world that supported her to go on, it would probably be her

ability to protect them

was to shed tears of grief as a weak person, and

was so weak and useless.

off the light left on purpose. He returned to darkness alone and sat on the sofa without doing anything else

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

wine cabinet to pick out the red wine, one after another. Without his usual care,

his brain was completely immune to alcohol. The goblet with scarlet wine liquid was peeled from the

stained

have exhausted his strength. There was an obvious mixture of

moonlight, amazingly indifferent. At this moment, Richie didn't even know what he

went blank.

the abilities he could have and lived in a state of depression, like a homeless man with

tried to hide his

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

the book, swayed to the desk, opened the drawer

turn yellow, which did not match age, as

the woman in the

her. As soon as he raised