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.