Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 118

The cold war between Consuela and Richie lasted for a long time. And it continued for the rest of the time. As long as they stayed in the same room, the two of them seemed to be releasing low pressure just for the game.

Those who didn't know the truth would think that they had dug each other's graves so they tortured each other so desperately.

But if they knew the truth they could do nothing but shake head and sigh.

However, the onlookers didn't see anything wrong of them.

Of course, it just seemed.

And in this cold air, the first person to surrender was Richie.

"What are you doing? !"

Consuela was deadly pressed in the clothes pile on the big bed that could not be touched. Her face was strained for a long time, and there were cracks all over it.

She tried her best to control her body trembling. Her eyes were full of panic when she looked at the man who suddenly appeared unexpectedly in front of her. Her hands curled up in front of her chest, and subconsciously struggled with her hands holding the hem of her clothes.

He grabbed her waist and pressed her against him to stop her struggling with one hand. Then he pinched her delicate chin with the other. As if ice and frost covered his whole body. He said in a cold voice, "what are you doing? Well, I should ask you! "

"I just want to pack my clothes..." She gently moved her hand and head, but in return, but as a result she was tightened more intensely.

Knowing that Richie wouldn't let go of her, she frowned and shifted her gaze away from him. Not wanting to see his long face, she explained in a low voice.

However, the insincere explanation and her purposeful little moves made the man's anger increase. He gripped her chin more tightly and said angrily, "pack up? Consuela, do you think I can't feel anything? "

Even if she had showed him her long face for so long, he would not mind.

However, the woman under his body behaved abnormally and had been pushing his bottom line over and over again. And now she was directly packing up her things!

There was a bottom line to petty temper, wasn't there?

Consuela's eyes drifted down to Richie's face. She had a close look at the delicate handsome face of the man. Her heart hurt even more, for the question he just roared at her.

Looking at him in this way, this was her response of fighting back. And this was the only thing she could do.

For this marriage, just like a tree rooted in deformity, how could it be possible for a normal flower and a sweet fruit?

Her heart, which had been depressed for many days, gradually began to be wet.

His eyes were filled with indifference, alienation, resistance... They were so complex that she couldn't found any regret or tenderness in them.

His face was as dark as ink.

"Consuela," The man asked in a low but elegant voice, hoarse with haze.