Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 111

Richie tilted his head to look at her. The corners of his lips lifted into a smirk. But he didn't say a word. The most important thing in his mind was silence.

The corners of her mouth twitched. Consuela turned her head to look out of the window. She didn't understand why Richie didn't like her elder sister.

Her sister was much better than this guy who always turned his back on her.

After a long while, the car was still not started. Confused, Consuela turned her head to look at the man who was sitting in the driver's seat, thinking about something.

"Aren't you leaving now?" she asked in a soft, gentle voice

Before he could answer, the man suddenly locked his eyes on her arm, which was suddenly placed on her leg. "What's the matter with your hand?"

At that time, the atmosphere in the car was tense. Stunned, Consuela did not hide any more. She used another free hand to cover the blue and purple trace.

"Nothing. I just...rubbed the skin when pulling... "

She was even scalded by the tea pot she was holding. It hurt so much at that time, but she had to endure it and pretended to be disdainful of that woman.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly leaned over. He said in a low voice with a bit of pity, "is it hurt?"

A false smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His deep eyes locked her evasive eyes. "Don't bear it. The one who hurts is you. Answer me honestly."

When the woman was about to say something, the man, who was a little away from her, suddenly leaned over and removed the hand that she used to cover directly, ignoring her will.

As a result, the bruises on her wrists were completely exposed to the air, and there were small blisters on it in circles, which looked pitiful for no reason.

"Why didn't you say anything just now?" Under the gaze of the woman, Richie loosened his grip, twitched the corners of his mouth and asked.

She had followed him to the car without saying a word. When she was in the box, she only spoke a few words to him for the sake of that man, so that he could not detect the injury on her hand.

It was neither too light nor too serious. But if it was not properly handled, it would leave a scar.

She was really impressed.

Rolling her eyes, Consuela grinned and said impatiently, "You didn't give me any time to say at all."

Although she was smiling, no one could see that she was happy. It was just like she was acting. Her poor acting skill made him feel sad.

He was tall and slender, and it seemed that he was trying his best to move forward. She was pregnant and she felt a little hard to keep pace with him, so she had no spare time to complain about the injury on her hand.

She lowered her head to check that circle of blisters on her hand. The blisters didn't look serious, but the mixture of cyan, purple and the transparent liquid made them look scary.

"If I don't see that, you won't tell me, will you?"

The anger that had just dissipated by her depressed expression suddenly surged up again, but he controlled his mood not to hurt this delicate woman again.

Thinking of the previous things, he was somewhat helpless. Next time if he let her faint and lie on the bed, even if Wendy was reluctant to let him go, he could not forgive himself.