Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 119

After freshening up and walking out of the bathroom, Consuela had already cleared up her mind.

He could hardly tell that she had just cried, except for the slight red around her eyes.

She let go of her wet long hair, blew it with a hair dryer and made sure it was almost dry. Then she found a dry towel and laid it on the pillow before she sat back on the bed.

After tidying up the bed and her clothes which were messy because of the lovemaking just now, she lifted the quilt and lay in, intending to sleep like this.

With Richie's interruption, she was not in the mood at all. She had no strength to pack up, not to mention to leave.

And judging from the man's attitude, at least tonight she would not be able to leave.

Even though she wore a large Pajama, the fragrance from her body couldn't be covered. It floated around his nose.

After Consuela had cleaned up the bedroom, it was very quiet there.

Glancing at the woman who was lying on the bed and ready to sleep, Richie threw the cigar which was only a tail between his fingers into the ashtray on the bedside table and began to bite his teeth.

She did it again!

She became like this again!

Damn it! This damned woman was charming in bed a second ago. But within the time of a cigarette, she was more dead than alive again.

Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the quilt and lifted it to the floor.

Consuela, who had already closed her eyes, could only open her eyes but refused to look at the man who was making trouble again.

"What's wrong with you? What? !"

He turned the woman to one side and forced her to do so. He roared out uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with you? You want to look like this? !"

"Consuela, what have I done to make you feel uncomfortable? You can tell me. If you have something to say, say it. If you want to fart, fart it. If you don't pour it out, you are not making trouble for yourself, but making trouble for me! "

The man's accumulated depression completely broke out.

Sex could satisfy him and let him relax for a while. But the essential problem still existed.

And now the question, now the roar, was to ask the deep questions in the heart.

Richie believed that as long as this damn woman could tell the bad and uncomfortable things to him, he would be able to solve them. But if she didn't tell him, he would go crazy. He couldn't do anything about it.

Ignoring the man glowering at her, she didn't move her eyes away from him.

She looked at him and said nothing.

He looked at her angrily. She looked at him patiently. He tried hard to control his anger.

They just looked at each other without saying anything. The room was shrouded in silence again.

After about ten seconds, Consuela trembled all of a sudden. She put her hand on his big palm, which was resting on her shoulder, and taking back her eyes.

"I'm tired. I want to have a rest... I have no strength... I don't have the energy to do it again. "

Her soft voice sounded a little hoarse because she had cried. Both he and she knew why, but neither of them expressed it to the other.

They stared at each other in silence. But this time, the air in the room was more than ten times heavier than before.

The man had his anger, and the woman had her grievances.

Finally it ended up with the woman's tears overflowing her eyes.

With a sniff, Consuela felt two warm things running down her cheek, doing a curvilinear free fall movement on her face.

She couldn't help crying in front of him, could she?

She thought sadly, and the sorrow in her heart gently surged, pushing away all the indifference and coldness she tried to hold these days.

"Richie, tell me the truth," she demanded.

Tears fell down from her face to the bed and her voice was filled with nasal sound.

He didn't understand why the woman suddenly cried. With a stunned expression on his face, Richie soon felt confused.

He fixed his eyes on her, silently waiting for her to continue with his emotionless face.

Consuela snuffled, but she didn't withdrew her gaze from him. Her lips trembled when she opened and closed her mouth again. Still with a strong nasal tone, she asked, "Have you... Have you been treating me as a toy all the time? !"

She asked abruptly. The words were out of his expectation.

It never occurred to him that the woman's problem was like this.

After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth, his lips thinning into a thin line. There was some complex emotions in his eyes that Consuela couldn't understand.