Stuck In His Heart novel Chapter 197

The dark silver light made him look gentle, but it couldn't soften the gloom around him. Thus, Consuela swallowed saliva, at a loss.

Was it too late for her to escape now?

Richie raised his hand and showed her the club he broke into two pieces. He threatened the woman with his deep voice. His face darkened as if a storm had come.

"If you have the ability to escape, you'd better go to a safe place, and I will definitely not find the place, otherwise your legs won't have much good luck to accompany you to walk anymore."

'For some people, they just can't be connived, or they will be able to climb up your head one day to be domineering.' It was obvious that Consuela was regarded by him as such a person.

"It's not fair to me." Said Consuela, giving no impression of weakness.

The hands on her sides were quietly pinched. The round and smooth nails that were trimmed slowly penetrated into the soft palm of her hands, but she did not feel any pain.

The only thing she knew was that she wouldn't be soft to the man in front of her. She just looked up at him, not giving the impression of weakness.

"So, it's unfair to let you dry my hair? What a mean woman." Richie purposely contorted her expression, shook his head and walked towards the woman, as if he could do nothing about it.

It was a pity that Consuela, having seen his means, no longer believed that this man was pure in appearance but dark in nature.

When he was about to approach her, she raised up her hands to open the door. But the next second, the door was pushed back and shut tightly again.

The man put one of his hands above her head, bent down and looked right into her eyes.

When he was smiling, his dignity and charm were intertwined, which made her look at him in confusion. Until he spoke, she realized that he was a demon in the coat of an angel.

"Tell me what kind of punishment you want. As a democratic person, I will give you the right to choose."

The man's fingers were moving on her lips, up and down lightly, making her feel like thousands of ants were biting on the softest skin.

It just itched her to her deep heart.

"Richie, you are just a bastard. You are arrogant, and you always want to control everything of others." Looking at Richie's handsome face, Consuela said through gritted teeth.

Then she saw the man who was still gentle and laughed deliberately to make her blood expand a second ago. His face changed abruptly, which was exactly the same as the character in the Peking Opera.

So she almost forgot her situation and wanted to clap her hands.

"You heartless woman. Tell me, what have I wronged you?" It was just a wedding. No matter when it was held, it didn't matter much.

Besides, it was impossible for a fragile woman to like wearing a wedding dress and taking pictures with a big belly.

However, the views between men and women were not the same. What men think was a small matter might be a particularly important thing for women.