Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 102

Compared to the mess in Sheryl's place, Consuela was much better. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. She tried her best to push away Richie.

"What on earth do you want me to do?" She turned back and looked at the man who was caught off guard and was pushed back a few steps, and asked.

She cried silently. Tears fell down on the ground. Richie frowned and his mood suddenly became worse.

But he also knew that it was not the right time for him to lose his temper. She could only take a step forward and approach the man. "If you have something to talk to me, can you stop crying first?"

It was no longer the tone of command, but with some kind of headache, a headache that he couldn't control.

With a sneer, Consuela took a few steps back. In a cold voice, she said, "I don't need your help. Just do your own work. I'll take care of the baby.

I'm also calm and it won't have any impact on the baby. Don't be afraid.

Just do what you want to do. Don't make me feel uncomfortable."

Looking at the staircase not far behind her, Richie raised his voice suddenly. There was a few sternness in his voice. "Dare you take a step backward?"

That lofty and ordered tone came back. She hated this man so much.

"It's none of your business." She turned around and ran away from like a child lost her temper, but not daring to look straight into his eyes.

Shaking his head, Richie was angry, but he couldn't beat her up. He could only quickly take a step to hold the woman from the back again.

His heart softened and he sighed, "don't be so childish, okay?"

His voice was softened. Consuela's face darkened. She stopped struggling and said no more.

She just felt sorry for her fate. She was regarded as a tool for giving birth to children by his family. She vented her anger, but was said to be playing with children's temper.

She opened her eyes wide and said in a serious voice, "Maybe it's because I'm pregnant. And the baby passed his temper to me."

Behind her came the man's light laughter. His breath fell on her head, and she felt a little itchy and uncomfortable.

She wanted to scratch her head, but she touched his smooth face. As soon as she was stunned, her finger was grabbed and sucked.

Consuela swallowed her anger and squatted down. She didn't scratch the man's face. The itchy feeling made her feel more uncomfortable.

"Can you be more shameless?" Consuela greeted the man with a long face, still holding the strange posture of lifting on one hand.

The man said vaguely, "guess?"

After saying that, he lowered his head and gave a contemptuous laugh. He began to bite hard and her fingertips became wet all over. In this way, Consuela couldn't get rid of his grip.

"Are you a dog? Why are you always biting?" she asked in a low voice.

Her face turned black with anger. She was sure that this man would be on the top of the shameless list if the competition was held.

"Let's go to bed," The man spit out her fingers and suddenly proposed.