Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 187

Outside the French window of the corridor, lightning was still shining and the deafening thunder seemed to hit her heart, with a kind of palpitation that could not be said more.

Nancy wasn't expecting Consuela would say that. After a pause, she asked, "Mrs. Richie, don't you want Mr. Richie to come back?"

"Even if I try my best to figure it out, he may not come back on such a day."

As soon as she finished saying that, she walked into the master bedroom without hesitation and closed the door. Leaning against the door, she looked ahead and wanted to laugh and cry.

In the corridor, Nancy shook her head with profound resignation. As the servants, they couldn't cross the line and help the couple.

She just hoped there would be no more ups and downs between them since Mrs. Richie was pregnant.

That night, as expected, Richie did not come back. She held the pillow and fell asleep insensibly. The lightning flashed and thunder roared, hiding her fear deep in her heart.

After all, she was not alone fighting now.

She didn't know that when Richie just woke up and opened his unusually dry eyes, he saw Cassie in a white coat, and slowly flowing liquid.

When he struggled to get up, his head was so painful that it seemed to be sewed by a scabby doctor after being chopped off.

"If you want to go to the heaven, just do it as you like. You really can't get drunk. If you were to be sent a little later, now you have to stay in the morgue."

Cassie gave a shout of exasperation with her eyes fixed on Richie. She stared at him as if she was staring at something. He snorted and stopped moving.

The woman wrote a report and sat down beside. Turning his eyes, Richie found there were only he and Cassie in the spacious ward.

But he remembered he had invited Tim to have a drink with him. Where was that guy now?

Before he found the answer, Cassie, who had a pair of clean eyes and a heart wrenching eyes, said, "That bastard, Tim went to buy you the breakfast."

Hearing that, Richie showed the whites of his eyes indifferently and pretended that he didn't want to talk with her. Cassie sat on a stool, with her eyes wide open and a little angry.

Unfortunately, she could not beat up this patient. She dared not to be responsible for and imagine the consequences.

"Why am I here?" His voice was terribly hoarse, comparable to a broken gong.

He frowned and looked at the indifferent woman. He didn't say anything more, waiting for her conscience to find out that she could give him a glass of water.

Cassie wanted to play a little trick. She turned a blind eye to him or ignored him. However, his sharp eyes made her flustered.

She had to get up and hypnotize herself. She was not coward to send water to him. She was just a nurse responsible for taking care of him.

"Have you forgotten that you were soaked in the wine jar yesterday? When Frank Sun knew that you have destroyed all the treasures he collected for years, he was so angry that he almost booked a ticket overnight and pinched you. "

Cassie raised her hand, covered her mouth, yawned, and rolled her eyes during her speaking. Her tone of gloating was quite obvious.