Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 11

They had a sumptuous meal. Consuela didn't say anything but bowed her head in silence. She could only force a smile at the delicious food in front of her parents.

The atmosphere of the opposite was very harmonious, which was in stark contrast to her glazed eyes.

Oh, it seemed that she was the only one who had lived the most sour life in the world.

"Harry, don't you like that best? Why don't you eat today? " Sheryl asked Harry, whose face remained unchanged.

Glancing from the corner of her eyes that the person on the other side was quite gloomy. Her smile became brighter and painted beautifully in the light of the glazed lamp.

The sadder Consuela was, the happier she was.

"Your sister is the protagonist today." Harry answered her and wiped her mouth with tissue on the table.

They acted so naturally and intimately that Sheryl felt flattered.

The affectionate picture of Harry and Sheryl made Consuela feel a lump in her throat.

The chef at home was getting worse at cooking. He must have put too much vinegar in those dishes, or else how could they be so sour.

After dinner, Consuela's mother invited her to stay for a night. "Consuela, just stay here tonight. Your father will drive you back to the company tomorrow," she offered.

Holding a plate of fruit, Consuela paused a little and said with a smile, "Thank you. I will come back to keep you company after I take a few days off from work." After a pause, she continued, "I want to make more money to support you financially."

When she smiled, there were two dimples on the corners of her mouth that indistinctly reduced her age. She looked very sweet.

"Don't be too tired. Go home if you can't do it. Your father can support you." Johnson raised his head to look at her with satisfaction in his slightly turbid eyes.

Consuela seemed to have grown up into an adult all of a sudden. As her parents, they were very happy to see that.

After dinner, when the street lights were turned on, Consuela was finally able to leave the villa.

"Really? Consuela, there's no need for Harry to give you a ride?" Sheryl asked in a low voice.

Harry was discussing something with Johnson on the sofa in the living room. They could see her back clearly from the long corridor outside.

That person would never want to be associated with her again.

"Thank you, sister. I'm not the same way with my brother-in-law. I can do it on my own." She waved her hand at them and proceeded to her bus.

The dim yellow street lamps lit up her vision, and the night wind was getting stronger and stronger. Her dress was blown to one side, and a few people were standing by the bus station.

She didn't know how long it took, when a familiar low-key car passed her. The street lights shined brightly on it.

Consuela squinted her eyes and saw the sarcastic smile on his face through the large window. The familiar face now was very strange to her.

The people around her left one after another, but she still stood there until the tail of the last bus disappeared in her sight.

Every time she met Harry, she was put in a difficult position. After all, she was having a hard time now.

Ignoring whether her dress was stained with dust or not, she sat on the platform, with her head in her lap and her shoulders twitching slightly.

She was a victim, but she became the target of the public.

Richie pulled her to his side to torture her. Harry always had a disgusted look on his face.

She opened her mouth in a dull way. Her voice was fragile and childish. "Is my luck all consumed by myself in this way?"