Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 160

Richie and Consuela arrived at the parking lot of the hotel. Consuela was carefully protected. She enjoyed being held in his arms all the way. When they got off the floor, they were always surrounded by onlookers.

By this time, she would always be a little bit shy. She directly buried her head in the man's chest and could clearly feel that his chest trembled with laughter.

Consuela resisted the urge to scratch marks on his face, but she didn't dare to do so.

As soon as they arrived at the parking lot, Tim got out of one car. The door was opened as soon as they arrived. Richie walked into the passenger seat with Consuela in his arms. He put down Consuela, then went to sit on the driver's seat.

He nodded to Tim and drove away.

"Why did you go to the mall?" Richie suddenly asked in a low voice.

Startled by his sudden voice, the woman who was about to close her eyes for a rest immediately opened her eyes.

She had exposed too much of her shock.

A dead silence of coldness pervaded in the car, as if two invisible big hands were taking the air and trying to suffocate her.

She rolled down the window and wanted to roll it up, but the window was already locked.

It seemed that only answering his questions would she be allowed to do anything else.

She turned her head and looked at him aggressively. There was a faint anger in her black-and-white eyes. "I said I wanted to relax because of the boredom, but you didn't believe me. Then you said what kind of reasonable request you wanted me to make up, so that you could rest assured?"

Everything was faking. She just wanted that man to trust her.

She thought this matter must have been turned over because of her ankle sprain, but she didn't expect to be forced to tell a lie at this time.

Richie opened the automatic navigation mode and didn't look into her eyes. His hand was still on the steering wheel, which was so slender and fair skinned that it was a pair of hands that many people wanted to hold.

Just as she imagined, she thought artists should have.

"Is it so difficult for you to tell the truth?" The driver told him that she had got out of a coffee shop and would go shopping with friends.

He had never said that he would deprive her of her freedom. Therefore, both the driver and the servants in the villa would do as she said, no matter where she would go.

However, no matter how Consuela would threaten them, they would report to Richie.

Pursing her lips, Consuela didn't respond.

It was not that it was too difficult to tell the truth, but that she couldn't tell it. In this man's eyes, she couldn't measure the truth.

So she pretended to be deaf and kept pressing the place where the window was opened with her eyes wide open. Richie was angry and wanted to laugh. This stubborn woman.

But she couldn't help opening the window.

A gust of chilly wind blew into the car. Consuela's face relaxed a lot. "If you don't believe me, you'll doubt all my words," she said with a smile.

This was indeed a fancy?

The car rushed into the street silently and stopped at a red light. The two people in the car were silent. The atmosphere was extremely cold.

As a result, both of them didn't know how to respond. Richie did not want to reply, while Consuela did not want to go on talking. They could only cooperate with each other not to speak, not to break the tacit silence.